The Runaway
There they were. On top of the world. The beautiful blonde and the saucy brunette. Together they were unstoppable. They rose together.
She never knew she would sink alone.
Blair and Serena. Serena and Blair. For as long as she could remember, it had always been the two of them. The others were just secondary characters in their little play. They were the ones in the spotlight, but Blair always said that Serena always got all of the attention. Serena always denied it.
Now she wondered if Blair had had a point. Was it true? If it was, it certainly wasn't now.
All her life, Serena had always insisted that she never asked for any of the attention she received. It was just the way she was. But now that she didn't have it, she felt a sort of emptiness. She was fading away, and no matter how hard she fought against it, she was becoming dust and bones.
She always used to be so sick of Blair's insecurities and jealousies. In hindsight, she could see what Blair was getting at.
This was like the story of those two girls. Goddammit. What were their names? Oh, yes. Joan Jett and Cherie Currie. Yes. The only difference was that Serena and Blair weren't in a rock band in the seventies. Everything else seemed to fit pretty well (at least to Serena).
Joan and Cherie rose to fame in their band, The Runaways. Joan was considered the less beautiful one. She was also considered the one with the most talent. Just like Blair. (Although if Blair ever heard she was being compared to Joan Jett, she would faint.) Cherie was the beautiful one. Just like Serena.
But it wasn't the seventies anymore. And they weren't the same. As time passed, Cherie had faded away. A part of her still held on, but it wasn't good enough. Joan, however, stood the test of time.
It was Joan who would be remembered as the best female rocker. It was Joan who people would continue to recognize. It was Joan who was going to be inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of fame. Not Cherie.
It was Blair who was going to marry a prince and become a princess. It was Blair who the Upper East Siders would remember fondly. It was Blair who would still be relevant years down the road. Not Serena.
Serena was irrelevant. The one who went out with the trash like last season's Manolo Blahniks. The one who brooded over a band from thirty years ago because it seemed to fit.
Serena was the runaway.
Author's Note: I'm not really sure what to say about this one.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl, and I certainly don't own Joan Jett and Cherie Currie!
