Want What You Can't Have

Hey People!

Well, I am back for one more little episode. You remember me, of course. I was the one who informed you about B, N, S, J, D and V and all there crazy romances and adventures. It was ten years ago, to the day, that I told you that B ran away from her wedding with Lord M in an amazing wedding dress she still hasn't returned. Or worn to the alter. Now its time for a reunion. Constance Billard, Riverside Prep and St Judes have decided to throw one big reunion party for all its past attendee's. Our girls are coming in there BCBG, Chanel, Gucci and de la Renta while the boys are coming in wife-approved Ralph Lauren suits.

Pictures of gorgeous children have been placed in our leather wallets and our nails, hair and makeup is perfect.

Sightings

B, still single, getting a facial, a manicure and pedicure and going shopping in the Meat Packing District. Who is funding this outrageous shopping trip? S and her husband A fighting over whether or not to color coordinate his tie with her dress. N going shopping without his wife, the workaholic E. Preparing to see B again or just wants to look nice? J and her husband E changing last minute due to the fact that E spilt paint on his pants and then hugged her, causing a large blue mark to appear on her skirt. D and V, who are still not married, deciding not to go. And then changing there minds. Again.

See you there,

My lovelies! And don't forget to tune in after! I promise to have all the juicy details for all you who are embarrassed to attend. Or who just love the lives of us rich and fabulous folk.

Almost Better Than A Man

Blair Waldorf needed to look fabulous. She was 27 and had never been married, not because she couldn't find the perfect man or because he didn't want to get married but because Blair didn't want to get married. Not to the man who thought he was perfect for her. Lord Marcus had been wonderful. He had promised her his fling with Camilla was over and she believed him. Marcus' eyes had been on her and only her for a year. Then he had asked her to marry him and Blair said yes. She, of course, already had the perfect dress from the last time she had been to London and it was still perfect, it still fit like a dream. Blair wasn't quite sure why she had run from the wedding. Every thing was perfect and it had cost almost two million to put it together. But as she was walking down the aisle Blair got an image of the way her life with Marcus. She would always have to walk beside him and no longer would she be in the spotlgiht. She would be known as Lady Blair, the wife of Lord Marcus. Lord and Lady Marcus Beaton-Rhodes. The thought frightened her and Blair had turned on her heel and ran from the wedding.

Tonight she was wearing a gold tulle empire gown with gold embroidery, which had been designed especially for her Oscar de la Renta, or Uncle Oscar, who she was still relatively close with and Blair was feeling the same sense of anxiety she had originally felt when walking down the aisle. Tonight would be the night she saw Nate again for the first time in 12 years, since they graduated from Yale. He was married, she knew that from Serena, her some times best friend, but from what she heard he wasn't very happy. Maybe she still had a chance?

Blair walked across her large white and gold room, her heels clicking against the marble floor, towards her dresser where she pulled out that familiar sweater. She looked in the right sleeve and momentarily panicked. Then she moved to the left sleeve. There it was. She fingered the golden heart softly, smiling to herself. The green sweater had once belonged to Nate but he had given it back. She had sewn the heart in there so that Nate would always be wearing his heart on his sleeve. At first she didn't think he knew about the heart but when he returned the sweater she knew he did. Blair slept in the sweater every night and even though it hadn't touched Nate in years Blair could still smell his familiar cologne on it.

Tonight had the potential to be the night that every thing changed.

Blair's BlackBerry rang and she carefully folded the sweater back up before answering the small silver phone. "Yes? …No, I already informed you I will be out tonight… Yes, I need those designs shipped to London by tomorrow… No, I need them there tomorrow… Of course I don't care about the extra costs… I'm Blair Waldorf. Make it happen." She hung up the phone and lowered the sound to off.

Blair Waldorf may not have had the fabulous husband she always dreamed about, but she did have a fabulous career. Blair had followed in Bailey Winter's footsteps and became a designer. She had her own stores in the Meat Packing district and shipped designs off the London, Paris (where her father assisted her in managing that store), Italy, Rome and Greece. Wealthy, very fashionable people all over the world wore her designs daily and Blair loved it. She wasn't just a fashion muse, she was a fashion designer! And that was almost better than any man.

Almost.

Blair had already arranged for a limo to arrive at seven which gave her five minutes. Her stylist and her dresser had come hours before and her hair, face and body was worked to perfection. Out of modesty Blair had decided not to wear her own outfit. She didn't want to stand the other girls up to much. Her dress was immensely heavy and made from real gold, resulting in almost no jewelry and a fifty hundred thousand price tag, which she had. For the general public it was even more but Uncle Oscar owed her a favour and this was how he repaid her. The only jewelry Blair was wearing was her standard 'B' ring she wore every where and the Bvlgari pearl earrings with their dangling gold Bs Lord Marcus had given her so many years ago.

A buzz rang through her large penthouse apartment and her kind doorman's voice followed. "Miss Waldorf, the limousine you requested had now arrived."

"Thank you, Henry!" Blair called back.

She gathered her handheld sized clutch that contained her phone, her keys, her KissKiss lip gloss and a compact mirror and slowly traveled down to the limo making no effort to rush. Blair knew she was worth the wait.

Undeniably In Love

"Ellen! If you don't come down here right this moment I'm going to have to leave without you!" Nathanial Archibald cried out to his wife. His daughter, Jessica, smiled at her father.

"Mommy's always late." The sweet six year old said. Nate nodded in agreement and patted Jess on the head.

"You are going to watch out for the sitter and Marley?" Nate asked. Marley was his other daughter, his four-year-old. She was curious and was always getting herself in to trouble.

Though he loved both his daughters there was no denying the fact that he loved Jess just a little more that Marley. Mainly because Jess looked like some one he loved very deeply. Though Ellen and Nate both had golden blond hair, Jess had thin brown hair that she kept at the length of the middle of her back. She had bright blue eyes that she got from Ellen and inherited Nate's all-year-round tanned skin. She had been a fierce bitter when she was a child and for a stage all her toys had been covered in bite marks.

Jessica reminded Nate painfully of Blair. Jessica, except for her name, would have been the child Nate should have had with Blair.

"Of course, daddy." Jess said. She gestured for his father to pick him up and he did so. Jess loved feeling her father's arm muscles which were still quite defined from playing lacrosse with some old school friends every Sunday morning.

Ellen's voice came coming down the stairs of there five bedroom house that was placed just outside of New York. Nate hated living outside the city and Jess hated having to take the bus to a public school because no one could drive her to Constance every morning but Ellen forced it upon the both of them. Occasionally Jess would ask her father to tell her the story of what life was like in the city. Jess loved the city and dreamed of moving there. He was daddy's little girl, alright.

"I'm coming, darling. Would you please be patient?"

"Darling," Nate said, putting emphasis on the word. "The event starts in five minutes. It will take us at least thirty minutes to drive to Constance. Please!" Nate exclaimed. He put Jess back down on the ground. "Run along and play, darling." He said softly.

Nate fingered his tie and groaned. He was going to be late and embarrass himself in front of Blair Waldorf – He could see it already. Nate knew Blair had probably forgotten about him. She was a successful designer now – in fact his own wife was a big fan of hers. Ellen had worn a Sophistication by Blair Waldorf wedding dress at there wedding and Nate was wearing a Nate by Blair Waldorf tie tonight.

When Blair had first started her own fashion line Nate, Blair and Serena had been best friends. She had named all her men's clothes Nate, all her fun, flirty and colorful clothes Serena and all her very sophisticated clothes Audrey, for Audrey Hepburn, the women she based her life on. When Blair had hit it big she had already burned all bridges with Nate. That didn't stop her from having the whole Nate by Blair Waldorf collection mailed to his house. He wore all of her clothes constantly, imagining she had picked them out, especially for him. On days when he really missed her or had gotten really high with his old lacrosse buddies Nate imagined he could even smell Blair's perfume on them. He had read in one of her Vogue articles once that she put a dab of her perfume on each and every article of clothing she made even though the smell usually wore off by the time the outfit was bought. Nate was so used to the smell he swore he could smell it every time he put any of her clothing on, even stuff that had been washed a million times before. Even after he already put his own cologne on.

Ellen came downstairs in an over-the-top red skirt and blazer set with fancy jewelry dangling from her ears, her fingers and her neck. Nate forced himself to blink a few times and then smile softly at her.

"You look… Wow." Nate said. "Can we go now?" He demanded. Ellen nodded her head despondently.

"Yes, Nate." She sighed.

The two walked outside and Nate shook his head sadly. Ellen never called him Natie. Because he wasn't her Natie. Deep inside he hoped that Blair still knew he would always be her Natie.

Not Quite Her Perfect Ending

Serena Caroline Avuldsen, wife to Anthony Arthur Avuldsen, stay at home mom to four children: Marie Serena Avuldsen, Caroline Samantha Avuldsen, James Alexander Avuldsen and Teresa Elaine Avuldsen. When Serena had drunken sex with Anthony one time when she was mad at Nate she had no idea it would result in this. It was a tragic story unfit for some one of her standing. Serena slept with him out of revenge, was to drunk to notice he had skipped the condom and gave birth to his first daughter nine months later. Though many people encouraged Serena to give the child up, Anthony included, she refused. Anthony did the right, well-breed thing and married Serena. They had four children to make themselves too busy to notice the fact that they didn't love each other.

Even as a married women Serena still had a string of affairs. The last had been Roués, the son of an old lady next door, who was visiting from Holland. She had slept with him twice a week for a month and it had been passionate and lustful. Not love filled, but there was plenty of lust. Her children had been off on various play dates while Serena had a 'play' date of her own. Anthony knew, and was probably screwing his gorgeous nineteen-year-old secretary all the while. It was an unspoken agreement between them. It was a pact they had because getting divorced was just some thing people like them did not do.

Serena brushed her hair once more until she was sure she looked perfect. She hadn't lost all of her pregnancy weight and was definitely at least five sizes bigger than Blair Waldorf, who she knew maintained a size two or a four.

Serena never thought the day would come that she would be jealous of Blair. It was alwaysSerena who was the crazy, lucky and amazingly sexy one bound for a glorious future filled with fame and fortune. She was the one who was supposed to live in a Penthouse Suite, not a little apartment with four bedrooms when she needed five. Serena had traded in her fabulous lifestyle filled with movies, romance and fame for… Motherhood. For some girls that was all they needed in life. Serena was a little different. She needed more.

Serena hated that she had gained so much weight that she was now a size ten. Serena hated that her breast were no longer perky from having four children depend on her as there food source for so many months. She hated the noise, the mess, the cramped space. She hated how her freshly manicured nails were always ruined before the end of the day. She hated peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. She hated lying to Anthony every night when he came home from work with a "Honey! I'm so glad your home!". She hated being a mother, being a wife. Serena wanted to be a movie star again, a fashion muse. She wanted to live with a man she really loved, sleep with only one man for the rest of his life because he offered all she needed. Serena wanted true love.

"Serena!" Anthony barked. "We have to leave now."

"Coming!" Serena called. She ran a hand down her all-black ensemble and looked side ways in the mirror to see how badly her stomach was protruding. It was bad. For some one who had always been a two or four naturally it was an unwelcome change. Serena groaned and changed her blouse quickly to some thing that wasn't so tight. Better. The no-name blouse felt weird against her skin. No longer did Serena on a closest filled with the whose-who of fashion. She had four children and a husband to clothe now on one income.

All Serena had was her Serena by Blair Waldorf clothes which were taunting her at the size four they were. If any thing was an inspiration to get her butt in to gear and start exercising the collection of beautiful clothes was it. And yet, the only exercise she ever got was the sex from the man-next-door, and that didn't even burn many calories.

Serena was not looking forward to this reunion. Not at all.

Gone Are The Bald Days

"Daniel!" Vanessa Abrams-Humphrey called out. Vanessa was wearing a dress from the Audrey by Blair Waldorf collection that Blair had sent to her. She said she had made it especially for her and Vanessa believed her. There was even a little 'V' on the label. All of Blair's lines were based on her friends. Vanessa, who was still bald but had embraced the use of makeup, had been ready about half an hour ago. It was her husband, Daniel Humphrey, who had yet to come down, who was holding up the process. Daniel, who shopped exclusively at this little French boutique down the street, was always depressed and always dressed rather funny. His favorite word was death, his favorite color was black and he thought it was okay to mix leopard print with zebra.

Daniel came downstairs wearing a pink button down shirt, rainbow suspenders he had stolen from his father Rufus, an orange tie and light brown trousers. Vanessa giggled softly and pulled her fantastic but some what fashionably-challenged husband in to a kiss.

"Go change." She demanded. Daniel giggled with her and pulled Vanessa in to another kissed. They kissed passionately for just a moment before Daniel stomped back up the stairs.

Once upon a time Daniel had been a bad boyfriend who cheated on here with sluts named Mystery Craze and Bree the-girl-who-convinced-Dan-to-do-naked-yoga-with-an-old-man. Now Daniel was the perfect husband who was perfectly satisfied with Vanessa, his wife.

Every time Vanessa called herself Daniel's wife it sent shivers down her spin. Good shivers, but shivers none the less. She just couldn't believe that after every thing they had been through she was finally his wife. They went through bad spills, good spills, cheating with each other, cheating on each other, other relationships. There were times Vanessa could imagine herself being his wife, times she wanted to cut his head of, and times she down right hated him.

But now she was married to him.

Vanessa twirled the gorgeous but simple gold band Blair had helped Daniel pick out and thought back to her wedding day. Blair had given her the white dress she had worn and Daniel and Vanessa had only invited Rufus, Jenny, Rudy, Vanessa's hippie parents and Blair. Blair had been Vanessa's maid of honor and her only bride's maid seeing as how Rudy denied the position. Serena had been invited but said she couldn't make it. Chuck Bass, who Vanessa occasionally saw, much to her dislike, claimed it was because Serena had gotten fat. Vanessa didn't believe that but didn't mind that her friend couldn't make it all the same. Vanessa had been Daniel's best friend all through high school and collage so he didn't have a best man. Blair was fine with standing up on the alter (actually, it was in a park so there wasn't actually an alter but she enjoyed standing in front of the audience) all by herself.

Daniel came back down, this time wearing a normal black jacket over his pink shirt and orange tie. It was a step from the suspenders and Vanessa quickly learned she had to pick her battles with Dan. She decided to let him be.

"Ready to go, muffin?"

"Ready when you are, pumpkin."

The New New Jenny

Jennifer Tallulah Walsh had just gotten back from her honeymoon with Easy Walsh. After graduating from Waverly Academy with a fairly black record but many pieces of amazing artwork, Jenny joined Easy in Paris where they lived together for five years. Easy always knew it was Jenny he wanted to spend the rest of his life with but it took him five years to gained the nerve to ask her to marry him. When he did work up to courage Jenny immediately said yes and plans for a quick little wedding were put in motion. They wanted a small ceremony, which was a big change for Jenny who at one point never did any thing small, with only close friends and family there. Out of all of Jenny's so-called 'friends' at Waverly Brett Messerschmidt had been the only one invited to the wedding and had been Jenny's bridesmaid. Her old friend Elise who Jenny had befriended at Constance Billard in her freshmen year had sent Jenny a wedding card a few days lady that said only 'Et tu Brute?' and the letter E on it. She had been upset that Jenny hadn't invited her but Jenny had been so happy she hadn't even noticed it.

Life was now all she wanted it to be. Jenny was now a professor at Waverly, teaching english the way her old professor had done it as a discussion class. Easy and Jenny had a small country house about fifteen minutes from Waverly where the top floor had been converted in to a giant studio for the two of them to work on there art. Every Saturday and Sunday the couple put aside two hours to do nothing but just paint and talk to each other. By day Easy worked at his fathers insurance company Walsh and Assosiates. By night Easy was a very successful artist whose work was features in many a exhibit.

And they were in love. Easy and Jenny has been together since Jenny stirred things up at his boarding school Waverly Academy. He had been dating Jenny's friend Callie then but it wasn't long before he broke up with Callie for Jenny. He claimed Jenny had a certain sparkle that he just couldn't resist. They both loved art, each other, and had a passion for the city life. The couple now lived in Paris but Jenny and Easy had flown out here for Jenny's reunion. The way she saw it, Easy was just to gorgeous to not show the other girls.

Jenny was now at peace with herself. She had no desire to copy Serena or Blair or wish she was more glamourous than she was any more. Jenny was content with who she was, where she had been and what she wanted to happen in her life. Jenny knew what she wanted and knew how to get it. And she wasn't on a quest to impress any one but herself.

Though she did not even live in the same country as them any more, Jenny was still fairly close with Callie and really close with Brett. Jenny and Brett paid for more than $500 a month in long distance charges just because they analyzed every single detail of the others life. Though Callie denied it, Jenny knew she was still upset that Jenny had stolen her boyfriend and because of that they would never truly be friends. After Tinsley had tried to seduce an intoxicated Easy and coax him in to sleeping with her (which he had – even though he was insanely drunk – refused) Jenny vowed to never speak to her again and succeeded. All three of her close friends had abandoned Tinsley simply because she couldn't keep her paws off there boyfriends.

"Ease?" Jenny called out. She was in there hotel room while Easy was taking a shower in the bathroom.

"Yeah babe?" Easy asked. Even though she had been living with him for five years, the sound of his voice caused her heart to race.

"Are you almost ready, love?"

At this cue Easy emerged from the bathroom wearing a too cute to be real Versace tuxedo. He had left the top buttons unbuttoned and skipped the bowtie and there was still a paint smudge on his cheek and in his hair, but Easy looked very cute.

"I have half a mind to just stay here with you." Jenny said with a giggle.

"That I agree with." Easy said. He lifted her from where she was sitting and pulled her in to a passionate kiss. Not a single one of Jenny's thoughts were thinking about any thing other than how amazing his kiss tasted. "Are you sure you want to go?" He asked.

"And miss showing you off? Of course I want to go." Jenny decided.

"Cool." Easy said in that laidback manner of his. "I'll call a cab?"

"Perfect."

Jenny, a born New Yorker still didn't own a car. She had a charming taxi driver, Marvin, her drove her back and forth from Waverley every day at the same time so that she didn't need to call every morning. Marvin and other cabs were her main and only source of transportation. Easy owned a 2007 Viper Diamondback but Jenny was terrified of it and refused to ride it. As a joke, Easy always parked it in the stable next to Credo, who was still alive but moved slower than a turtle, Jenny's horse Dolce and Easy's newer horse Mieko.

"Cab'll be here in five." Easy said, grinning at Jenny. "Wife, you look so gorgeous."

"Husband, you are so fine." Jenny said, completing an old ritual the couple had completed before going out every time they had plans. Jenny grabbed her clutch with one hand and took Easy's hand with the other.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

"Lets rock this bitch!"

"Easy!"

Sit Back

And enjoy the ride my beautiful, gorgeous counterparts! I'll be there in my fabulous-o dress that our favorite B designed because I simply couldn't resist. Before I go let me provide you with some foreshadowing, because GG can now see in to the future.

Will B and N get back together and rekindle an old flame?

Will J's chest send N back to his childish past?

Will S's husband think less of her when he sees the other beauty's there?

Will B, V and S still be friends?

Will any one notice how fat S has gotten?

What will we all be wearing?

Will C be there?

Will we still allow him?

What has happened with all our favorite spoiled New Yorkers?

I'll have all the answers next time. Stay with me, and remember we are all in this together. We are all the same gorgeous eighteen-year-olds we once were. If you're looking for me, I'll be the gorgeous one. Of course my entourage will hardly allow you to get a glimpse, but you may be so lucky to smell a hint of my perfume.

You know you love me,


Gossip Girl.