Just fancied writing a fic about this totally awesome book. Set after the eighth series. Hope you love it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl, or any of its characters. Capeesh?

Hey People!

Time to bring out those ϋber fabulous Missoni string bikinis! Yep, you heard it right: It's summertime! And how do we, the gorgeous Upper-East Siders spend our summer? Duh. Now that the sun is really out and shining, we won't have to go under those tanning beds. We just have to go to St. Barts and soak up the sun there: topless! Maybe we can even score some hot French guy who might be up to a little summer fling.

Top five summer must-haves:

1) Sun block

2) A totally hot, totally unique and totally designer bikini

3) A totally hot, totally unique and totally designer flip flops (Swarovski crystal studs optional)

4) A cool Kate Spade tote bag

5) A really hot guy (preferably with a name that starts with a N)

But enough about us. How about…

That magical disappearing act

Lord M sure knows how to tame B's rampage streak --- remember when N stole his dad's boat and wanted to sail out to never where? She had to pretend that S was that Yalie prick just to break up with him. Gosh, B really is a spontaneous person. And a friendly tip to N --- next time you screw up, bring gifts. Most especially expensive ones.

But how about S

Remember that little smooch B and S had during the graduation party? Well, that stirred up more stories than that of Britney and Madonna's. I heard that they've been using N to cover up their lesbian relationship and he's getting something from it too --- remember that bit about N being gay? But then, how about that other thing I heard that B's having a nervous breakdown, on the count of N cheating on her countless times and Lord M leaving just like that? Hmm. Too many juicy stories, so little time.

Your e-mail

Q: Dear GG,

I heard that Lord M went home to England early because he needed to break off that arranged marriage. He apparently wanted to renounce his title as Lord and move in with B in New Haven.

---britishlad

A: Dear britishlad,

How stupidly romantic. But hey, that's what everyone's been saying.

---GG

Sightings

B and S trying on bikinis at Bergdorf's. Apparently S wasn't shaken about the fact that one of the salesladies caught her and N doing it inside one of those dressing rooms. And yeah, B + S + bikinisTotally hot new gossip. N at Central Park, walking in his usual lazy I'm-a-god way, looking at the innocent passers-by. V at Fred's, surveying the location for the Breakfast at Fred'smovie and trying to look for Ken Mogul. J in the cosmetics section of Barneys, probably trying on a new look. Hmm… is this a part of that I'm-going-to-boarding-school act? D driving around Manhattan with his dad, trying to hone his driving skills. Bonding time with daddy --- fun.

And remember…

Even though we don't have our British lords for breakfast, cheer up. The sun is out. Get rid of that icky pale color and go out and get tanned! But make sure you listen intently to your girlfriends --- they might have some new stories to share. After all, summertime isn't summertime without a little heat.

You know you love me,

Gossip Girl

The air must have cleared everything up

Nate walked aimlessly around Central Park, admiring the carefree beautiful people littered all around. He could see Chuck and his pet monkey Sweetie taking snapshots of each other using Chuck's new pink, rhinestone encrusted camera phone. Kati and Isabel were eating huge chocolate ice cream cones in matching Juicy Couture halter-tops.

Watch it, girls. Probably not good for the bikini.

Tomorrow, he would be flying out to the Hamptons to answer Coach's every whim and desire. He sometimes wondered why he'd stolen that Viagra, maybe the bong really got to his head.

Honey, you may wanna use a different B-word for your problem.

He tried giving up pot when his parents sent him to Breakaway on Lake Avenue, and it kind of made him feel okay --- and by okay, I mean feeling like a normal, horny 17-year old boy. He even met a rich little heiress by the name of Georgie, who became his short-lived object of affection. But then she was too messed up, so they didn't really hit it off. Actually, he never hit it off with anybody else. It was always with Blair: Him breaking up with Jennifer that New Year's Eve while talking to Blair, the time he realized that he and Georgie were over was about the same time he saw Blair in bed with Erik, him being with Serena and still wanting Blair.

It's kind of called being in love, but we'll let our favorite green-eyed hottie figure that out on his own.

He glanced at his Rolex wristwatch; it read 4:37 pm. He still had to go home and pack all his things. Maybe he could get a few more pointers from Coach this summer, hopefully enough to make him the next best thing in Yale and make Blair want him again. He walked off to the pavement, never noticing the two girls following him.

B and S turn stalkeresque

"Come on, Serena." Blair Waldorf said, pushing her friend in the opposite direction of where Nate was going. "We're going to Burberry, remember?"

"Wait!" Serena shrieked, pulling Blair's short, lavender Chanel sundress. "Don't you want to talk to him? After all, he's going to Hampton hell this summer."

"He probably deserves it." Blair muttered half-heartedly. It was this thing inside her that always had sympathy for Nate, that thing that overpowered her senses and masks her anger every time he does something romantic.

Looks like she and Nate have the same problem.

Serena also knew that Blair got this bitter towards Nate because of her. Because she had to get in and make out with Nate on that damned tub. Because they had been together and the only reason that Blair forgave her is because of Lord Marwhatshisname. She decided to give in, turning around and skipping in her new Les Best bead sandals.

Inside Burberry were a couple of girls from Constance Billard that noticed them instantly. They kept on nudging their friends and talking in hushed whispers, as if telling some hot new gossip about Blair and Serena.

And that's exactly what they were doing.

"Have you heard? Blair's going to Europe to get Serena's baby so that they can raise it together." A red-haired girl whispered to her raven-haired friend. "Talk about lesbo." She followed the two girls with her eyes, seeing them pick out suits and bikinis for each other.

Serena glanced at the peculiar acting girls. They probably were talking about them and their oh-my-god-so-the-rumors-are-true kiss at Blair's Yale party. Of course the rumors weren't true, but it was kind of fun listening to those stories about yourself.

"How about this one?" Blair asked, raising a short, pleated, plaid skirt that she knew would go with the pale yellow coat she had lying around. She needed to make a good impression with Marcus' parents, and good impression for her is I'm rich, I'm hot, and I'm smart and sophisticated. She grabbed the size 3 skirt and the matching clutch bag and made her way to the cashier. Serena was behind her, carrying the bikini that she fancied.

"Try not to take too long there," She told Blair, "You know I hate sunbathing on my own."

Blair smiled and grabbed the shopping bag. She loved it when people admitted they needed her. Of course, Serena knew that.

"I promise." She said sincerely, clasping her friend's hand and walking out of the store skipping.

Hey People!

Looks like N is really going to, as S put it, "Hampton hell" this summer. That must be difficult, especially with all those hot ladies just waiting to be tanned.

Oh, yeah it is.

And our B is really flying out for her Lord M, leaving her off and on again best friend S, a.k.a the most wonderful girl in the world alone to tan herself this summer. But we really know that she isn't going to be alone, isn't she? Some boy (or crazed fan) will probably show up and keep her company. And that is going to be just delish!

You know that I'll be here to keep you posted.

You know you love me,

Gossip Girl

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