Authors Note: Hello everyone! I'm new to this whole thing, so if you see any problems let me know. This is also my first fan fiction out of Harry Potter so I hope it's good enough. Hope you guys like it!

Disclaimer:I do not own Gossip Girl or anything in Gossip Girl, nor do I claim to. The only things I do own are Audrey, Sloan, and Knox, and their "Life Story".

.Chapter One.

Little Miss Priss

The alarm clock had been buzzing the most irritating sound for almost an hour when Audrey Hudson finally slammed her smooth hand on the snooze button. She picked up the clock and turned it to her to see the time, '6:30'. Audrey buried her head back under her pillows and pulled the warm covers back over her body. She had finally fallen asleep after two hours of trying to get her mother into bed and asleep. By the time she had started snoring and Audrey had gotten into bed it was two-thirty in the morning. The alarm clock started going off again making her want to scream. She sat up, picked the alarm clock up, and through it at the wall across from her. The sound of the hard hit to the wall boomed in her newly awoken ears, the shattered pieces falling to the ground.

Audrey placed her feet in the fuzzy pink bunny slippers her eight year old brother had given her last Christmas, and walked over to the window. She grabbed the thick blue curtains and pulled them away from the window, her room turning no brighter do to the cloudy morning sky. As she grabbed her old robe from off of her computer chair Melinda, the Hudson's maid, came through her door. Melinda stopped when she looked at the mess on the floor, books were scattered everywhere from her late night homework frenzy, the bed was disheveled and two pillows lay on the floor from her constant tossing and turning. Audrey smiled at Melinda as she saw the rapid change in facial expressions. "It's OK, Melinda. Leave it all, I'll get it when I come home."

Melinda thanked Audrey profusely as she walked back out of the room, her face relaxed. Audrey walked into the bathroom that was connected to her room, her bathroom was more of her getaway space, it was quite big for one, two rooms and a closet. The first room she walked into was her TV room, there was a comfy couch and a TV with other electronics, and then right by there was her paintings and drawings that she had tried to hide from her mother. Art is just a hobby to her, being a doctor or president is something that I should be. She didn't understand the way art made her feel, when she had time to draw or paint, it made her happy, for once. Audrey walked over to the canvas of the painting she had finished last night.

She could see the mistakes she had made in the lines of the face, one eye was bigger then the other. But, although there were so many mistakes she could see, it all worked, the painting still looked beautiful. Audrey pulled herself away from the painting and turned the water on in the shower. When she stepped onto the tiled floor of the shower, she could feel the stress roll off her shoulders, just like the water rippling down her back. She spent twenty minutes standing there before she finally stepped out and wrapped a near by towel around her middle. She caught herself in the mirror as she walked to her closet. Her face thin, almost too thin. Her cheeks sunken and the dark circles lay under her eyes.

She knew she had to get over what had happened, but those first few months had taken it's toll on her. Audrey had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't heard the swift knocking on the door. The knocking got louder and it had finally reached her ears. She placed the robe that had been laying on the vanity chair. Audrey walked through the door to the TV room, the knocking hadn't stopped. She stepped up to the door, her hand on the knob. "Who is it?"

"Who else would it be?"

Audrey twisted the gold knob, the door opened as a dirty blond haired boy let himself into the room, he closed the door behind him. As he turned around to face her, a bright smile lit his face. Nate Archibald was one of Audrey's best friends, he knew what she was going through and he knew what art meant to her also. Nate through his book bag over against the wall by the door, and then walked over to the couch, as he plopped himself down on the smooth brown leather, he picked the large remote up and clicked the TV on. The low murmured voices came from the speakers.

"So, why am graced with your presence so early on this fine morning?"

Silence. Audrey raised her right eyebrow in wonder, she walked over to him on the couch and waved her hand up and down in front of his face, trying to get him to look at her. Audrey looked back at the TV to see a lawn mowing infomercial playing over and over. "That sure looks interesting."

Nate flipped his hand up in the air, waving her sarcastic remark away. Audrey's lips pursed in aggravation, both eyebrows now raised. She grabbed the pillow that was on the couch swung her arms back like a golfer, then with a great force she swung it at his face. This was obviously a surprise to him because he jumped and fell off of the couch. Audrey tossed the pillow and reached out a hand to pull him up. "What is up with you?"

Nate stumbled up from the ground, his grip tight on her hand. Once he had managed to stand straight up he looked at her and responded, "What do you mean 'What's wrong with me'?"

Her hands fell on her hips as she raised an eyebrow at him in obvious knowledge that he knew what she was talking about. He sighed and sat back down on the couch, he picked the remote and pushed a button, the screen went black. Nate put his elbows on his knees, his face resting in his open hands. A wave of concern washed over Audrey as she sat down beside him, pulling the bottom of her robe to cover herself. She rested her hand on his arm, trying to get him to look at her. "Nate?"

"I think there is something going on with Blair. Like another guy type of thing."

Bitch Blair is up to something again? Shocker. Audrey sat next to Nate trying not to say anything mean that would set him off, she couldn't think of anything, so she stayed quite. Nate turned his face to look up at her and saw that she was looking away from him with a very disgruntled expression. He sigh again and sat up straighter. He knew what was coming, the wrath of Audrey. "Just say what you want to say."

Audrey's lips pursed again as she tried to keep quite, but it felt like it was bursting through the walls of her lips, they were like a cracked brick building just waiting to fall apart. She turned her head back to face him, her hand still resting on his arm. She shook her head, and stood up from the couch, she through her hands in the air. "No, I will not say anything," Her voice squeaked as she walked quickly to through her bathroom and into her closet to change. She hurriedly closed the door behind her, the rant going through her head.

You do know you had this coming. She's been doing this to you since kindergarten, are you stupid? How could you not see this, she's been giving you signals ever since you hooked back up with her. I wouldn't even think it was crazy if she was going out with Chuck, for gods sake….Chuck.

Audrey's head shot up from where she was looking at her folded leggings. There was no way, no way in hell that Chuck could do that to Nate, Right? Audrey shook the thought away and went back to picking her school uniform out. Once she had finished she walked back into the TV room, Nate was by the door waiting for her to get done, his face expressionless. Audrey sighed as she picked up the thin black fabric that laid smoothly in clumps on the floor. She opened the folded fabric and placed it over top of the canvas, she picked the finished and covered painting up a placed it against the wall.

"Is that new?"

"Is what new? The painting?" Nate nodded his head. "Yeah, I got inspired last night. Before Mom passed out."

Audrey said, smirking. Audrey's mom was a raging alcoholic. Ever since Audrey's dad died, she's gone crazy. Mumbling, sudden fits that only five year olds should have, and then the depression. That's where the alcohol comes in, she gets all down on herself saying that it's her fault that he is dead. She could have stopped him from leaving, and if only they hadn't had that fight. You see this so called fight was more of a, 'I-just-found-out-my-sleaze-bag-of-a-husband-is-having-an-affair' type of fight. So it wasn't really a fight at all, more like a war.

Then the tears would start, and then the wine would break out, and then the vodka. And then at the end of the night, or sometimes day, Audrey was the one to clean up the mess, and act like the mother to her own mother. Audrey's dad had left right after the 'war', suitcase followed behind him, and a check for a million dollars left on the table. Audrey grabbed the backpack that lay beside the couch and then walked out of the door that Nate was holding open.

"Why, Thank you, oh kind sir. How ever will I repay you?"

Nate smacked the back of her head and smiled, "By not talking."