Heyy there! This is my first story so please be nice!!! I would appreciate some reviews because I'm not sure if this was any good. So R&R please!!! =]

~laffinalot~

I set my dark blue headband on my brown curly hair.

Are they fighting again?

Another upset family photo?

I wrapped my signature Coach scarf around my neck. The nice French guy had said that it matched my eyes. And I knew it definitely matched my new tank top from Italy. My Dad's light blue tie hung off my waist as a belt. It was laid flat against my dark blue jeans.

Thumping from downstairs distracted me. I fell to the ground and pressed my ear to the floor.

"HOW COULD YOU! SERENA AGAIN? MY BEST FRIEND?" My mother's frantic voice screamed out.

I bit my lip to fight back the tears that threatened to fall.

I had heard it all before. Dad taking long "business" trips. Mom freaking out. Mom finding Dad with Serena. Again.

It was all the same.

And I knew why we took trips to Europe this summer. Mom and Dad wanted to reconcile. Obviously, they thought that a family trip with me and my brother would help us get along better. But all Dad did was take "business" calls and upset Mom.

Dad's best friend used to come over all the time and tell these stories about my mother and this site called Gossip Girl. They never found out who it was. A mystery never solved.

He also told me how he and my mom used to be a couple. I enjoyed those stories the best. I used to imagine myself in the UES with Mom as he told the stories. He had this special smile when he talked about the countless days he spent with my mom. I never understood why Chuck Bass was a bachelor and not married off like his friends.

I remember he used to come over every week for dinner. Same with Serena Van Der Woodsen, my mom's best friend. But that all changed when Dad went on his first "business" trip. Mom had cried for days and couldn't even look at Dad for months. My ambitious brother had always looked up to Dad but when that had happened, my brother was shut up in his room for days.

At meal times, it was a nightmare! No one spoke. Just sat there eating and clinking their forks.

Whenever he came over, my mom would light up like a Christmas tree. I missed the real mom. Now all she does is fight with Dad.

I broke out from my thoughts and stared into the mirror. I looked into the full length mirror for a final inspection.

My brown curly hair lay full and bouncy on my shoulders. My blue headband brought out the new highlights in my hair. My Coach scarf was wrapped around my neck and was color-coordinated with my new tank top from Italy. My dad's tie matched my jeans perfectly. My dainty red heels raised me two or three inches and made my legs look longer. I gave a little smile to the mirror and turned to the door.

I sighed and knew what time it was.

Time for another upset family picture.

Another failed holiday.

Another reason to be sad.

Another Waldorf-Archibald family picture.

Another A/N sorry. But I just wanted to remind you that this was my first story so be nice! No flames. And it's kinda short so... yeah. But please review!!!!

~laffinalot~