Disclaimer: Okay, I admit it. I don't own Gossip Girl or anything to do with this.
I have no idea where this story came from or where it should fit into the series. Maybe after Nothing Can Keep Us Together. Enjoy.
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Gold cannot be pure, and people cannot be perfect. - Chinese Proverb
Blair Waldorf was not an idiot. No matter how hard Serena and Nate had tried to hide it, Blair saw past the flirtatious looks and the meaningful nudges they gave each other. It was something she had ignored, put down to an old friendship. But she was wrong. She was always wrong about Nate, and she never got Serena right. Was she her best friend or not? Did they even like each other? Did Blair even care?
It probably didn't even matter. Nate and Serena were perfect for one another. Absolutely fan-fucking-tastically perfect, with perfect hair and bodies and lives.
Blair hated perfect people. But she was jealous of them all the same.
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Serena van der Woodsen was beautiful. And she knew it. Looking in the mirror in her big room in her big apartment, she knew how she looked. But somehow, looks didn't make up for what she actually wanted, not that she knew.
She was confusing and spontaneous, and it was part of her charm. She was the opposite of Blair, who did big dramatic gestures to be dramatic. Serena did them because she wanted to, for the thrill, for the excitement, and to live a life she normally didn't.
Being with Nate wasn't amazing, nor was it anything new. It was old. And that was her problem; she didn't stick with anything, and Blair did. Blair wanted to go to Yale, and so she did. Blair was the perfect best friend that Serena loved and hated.
But mostly loved.