"It's so hot." Blair claimed, rubbing her tan stomach.

"I agree." Serena said, her eyes covered by a pair of oversized white Chanel sunglasses.

The two of them were sunbathing at the top of the W Hotel.

"I say we go to the New York Yacht Club and look at hot guys there. This time of year, captains always bring their songs to the Yacht Club." Serena grinned wildly.

"Sure, why not." Blair said, picking up her towel. Her pale yellow crochetted bikini popped against her bronze skin. She pulled her flowy white sundress over her head and shook out her long espresso coloured curls.

She glanced over at Serena, who had put her DVF print maxidress over her barely there white strapless bikini.

They slipped on their flip flops and hailed a cab to 42nd street. The two girls stumbled out of the cab and into the yacht club. It was quiet, and pristine, and everything the giggly girls were not right now, thanks to the many martinis they had at the rooftop.

They headed into the restaurant for lunch.

"Sorry, ladies. No flip flops allowed." The maitre'd said, pointing to the dress code policy.

"So we have to wear silly shoes like you?" Serena giggled, poking him in the chest.

Blair, who suddenly sobered up, went, "How much do you want?"

The maitre'd looked confused. "Excuse me?"

Blair slipped a 100 into the guy's palm and dragged Serena into the restaurant.

"Bye!" Serena shouted to the maitre'd, then giggled.

The restaurant was dark, only lit by small lamps around the restaurant.

Blair sat down and pulled Serena into the chair next to her. The waiter came and Blair ordered two chef salads and a big cup of black coffee for Serena.

After half an hour or so, Serena started sobering up. She and Blair had seen plenty of good looking guys, but they were all much too old.

Just as Blair was about to give up, the most delicious boy walked in. Six foot two, with dark blond hair, and the greenest eyes she had ever seen. Blair smiled.

"I call him!" Serena shouted. The entire restaurant stared at her.

Blair glared at her. "But I spotted him first!" She complained.

Serena shrugged. "You didn't say anything."

Blair sunk into her seat.

Serena sat up straighter in hers. "Let's make a bet. We'll both try to get him, and at the end of three months, whoever he chooses is the winner. If I win, I want your BMW convertible."

Blair's mouth dropped open. "Fine. And if I win, I get your apartment. I'm sick of living with my mom and her tacky new husband. But what if he goes out with both of us, and decides to just keep two timing us?"

Serena put a finger to her lip to indicate that she was thinking. "At the end of the three months, he'll have to pick someone. If he doesn't, we dump him."

Hmm, how can they both be so sure that he wants them? Because they're B and S, and they're worth it.

Well, good morning Upper Eastsiders!

I know the summer heat in Manhattan is driving all of us a bit crazy, but what's with this game I hear B and S are playing?

And well, lookie here. Newcomer N, who has the nicest eyes ever, seems to be the winning prize.

What will happen?
Will S finally find true love?
Will B get her heartbroken?
And what about N? Who will he want?

If both of them are not satisfying enough, my arms are wide open, N.

Until next time,

you know you love me,

xoxo gossip girl