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I own nothing except for the character of Eilise

Who's She?

Eilise walked through central park, with her giant Starbucks in one hand and her Marc Jacobs bag in the other. Her sunglasses where huge, yet they framed her face well. She had chestnut brown hair, past her shoulders and noticeably straightened. The cold wind hit her face and swept back her hair. "AND I SAID WHAT ABOUT, BREAKFAST AT TIFFANYS?" her phone shouted, she stopped in her tracks and dug through her bag, digging for her phone she started moving again. "Fuck," Eilise groaned. Suddenly, she felt an impact on her shoulder, she'd run into someone again, a very common thing for her. "I'm so sorr…" she started, then looked at her victim. He was gorgeous; he had brown wavy hair and a beautiful smile.

"Sorry, my bad." He said coolly. She smiled back her radiant, straight, perfectly white smile. He was tall compared to her, she stood at only 5'3, he must have been at least 6'0. Suddenly her entire hand got warm.

"Fuck!" she shouted. Her Café' Americano had spilt all over her. She walked over to the nearby bench. Setting her drink down and digging through her bag for napkins. The boy laughed, awkwardly and walked to her.

"I don't have a napkin, but uhhh, here." He said tugging at the corner of his green moss colored sweater from underneath his black coat. She smiled up at him. Her bright blue eyes pierced him. She whipped her hand, blushing but only a little.

"This is so embarrassing; usually I manage to at least get the guy's name before making a complete fool of myself." She laughed.

"Nate," he smiled, "My name is Nate Archibald," He smiled at her and she once again smiled back. He offered his hand, she grabbed it delicately,

"I'm Eilise," She said. She turned away sitting on the bench and fumbling to find her cell phone. She finally pulled out the black RAZR.

"I'm guessing you didn't pull that out to put my number in." Nate said smiling and sitting down next to her.

"You'd be guessing right." She laughed flapping it closed again and throwing it carelessly in her bag.

"I haven't seen you around before,"

"I'm not around much. I'm here visiting my father, Christopher Kenner."

"The actor?"

"Yeah…" she looked down.

"Ahh," he said, "I heard he had a daughter, no one told me she was in town."

"Surprise." She said

"Yeah…"

"Yeah," She said standing up, "Well Nate, it was wonderful to meet you, and I'm so sorry about your sweater." She smiled. Nate starred at her for a brief second. She was absolutely stunning; he couldn't tell if she was wearing makeup, with Blair it was always noticeable. She was short, skinny and just all around small. She looked classy in her maroon and light beige hounds-tooth pea coat, a very expensive vintage piece. She wore light jeans and maroon ballet flats.

"It was nice to meet you too, see you around." He smiled as they walked their separate directions.

Eilise walked up to the huge apartment building, Filled with million dollar apartments. She smiled at the doorman, "Hey Bernard."

"Welcome home Eilise." He said. He had been there, standing in the spot, every time she entered or exited the building. She walked into the elevator. The new elevator boy looked nervous.

"What floor Ma'am?" he said shaking.

"23," she said, "and you can call me Eilise." The boy smiled in relief as he pushed the button, up they went.

"Your stop Ms," The boy said as the bell dinged for floor 23. Eilise stopped, pulling a 20 out of her bag.

"Thank you," She smiled, "and please, call me Eilise." She passed him the twenty and walked down the hall. She opened the door and entered the very modern apartment that belonged to her father.

"Mizz, your vater reqvested dat you call 'im immediately upon your arrival." The maid said, she was new since the last time Eilise was there. She passed Anna her coat.

"Thanks Anna,"

"Your velcome Mizz." She said walking away with Eilise's coat to hang it in the closet. Eilise wasn't sure where she was from, but her accent was rather awkward.

Eilise walked up the spiral stairs and into her room. It was huge and painted gray, a sad, soft delicate gray. Her old drum set sat in the corner and three snowboards hung on her wall. Everything in the room was modern, huge old time photo's of Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck hung on her walls. She hadn't been here in over a year and a half. She sat on her bed throwing her purse down. She smiled suddenly as an idea popped into her head, she found her cell phone (extra quickly) and called Barney's. "Yes may I speak to Ian Richards please," She said.

Nate sat on his bed watching the matrix. His mind was wondering, who was that girl? How the hell did she get to be so pretty? Suddenly the bell rang. He heard his maid answer it, "Nate," the intercom spoke, "There's someone at the door for you." 'How did she find me?' he thought as he pulled himself out of his bed and walked towards the foyer. He tried not to look excited.

He walked down the stairs, but Eilise wasn't there. A man in his mid twenties was. "Are you Nate Archibald?"

"Yeah?" Nate answered, confused.

"I have a package for you," The man smiled holding it out. When Nate got to the bottom of the staircase, he reached for it.

"Thanks?"

"No thanks required, have a good evening." Nate turned and walked back upstairs. He closed the door to his room behind him sitting at his desk. He pulled off the red bow, a signature Barney's bow, and unwrapped the white package. A not sat on top of the red Barney's box.

'Nate,
Thank you so much for lending me your sweater, I hope it isn't too badly stained, but just to be safe…

3 '

Nate opened the box; a green cashmere sweater fell out. It was nearly the same color as his but a slightly different style. He smiled to himself. He unfolded the sweater and another card popped out.

'5559890,

I knew you wanted to ask,
I'm sure nerves just got the best of you '

Nate laughed out loud, picking up his phone and dialing her number.

hey people!

March is oh-so stressful.

All of the pressure to buy the perfect presents, and not the el-cheapo junk. Who wants to open up a pair of sketchers? Seriously people, don't be afraid to splurge, especially on the ones you love.

Sightings

J at Nordstrom's, girl please. D and V making everyone sick with all of their PDA. N looking stoked walking into a very expensive penthouse building, who's up there? S looking ravishing as she walked around without point. B downing shots faster then anyone I've seen. Oh! What's this? A new girl?