Ficlet [342 words]
Prompt: Sometimes, she asks herself if there is more. Shouldn't there be more?
Everybody loves Serena.
It has always been like that, and she knows it too.
A smile and everything falls into place. A word and she gets her wish. Money from Lily, favors from Blair, attention from Nate, countless drinks from Guys whose names she never seems to remember. Serena Van der Woodsen always gets what she wants. (As long as she doesn't want them.)
It's not like she can help it, (because she tried, like really tried), she sees Blair's smile vanishing when she thinks Serena isn't looking. Knows what she does to her best friend by simply being. It's not her fault though, because what use would it be to tell the sun to stop shining?
Sometimes, people really hate her. She knows that she disappoints them, she stumbles and trips, falls of her pedestal, she knows that she fails, and sometimes she feels like they want her to. That it makes them feel better. Calms them somehow.
Look at Serena, she's like totally wasted.
Did you see that picture of her on Gossip Girl? It looked like she was about to pass out.
Did you hear that she slept with that guy? Like gross.
I heard they almost kicked her out of school, because she got caught smoking weed, again.
(The next time, Blair's smile stays.)
Men love her smile, her big blue eyes; they adore her long legs and full breasts. They don't care if the smile is fake as long as her body is warm and willing and real.
Sometimes, she asks herself if there is more. Shouldn't there be more?
She won't allow those thoughts to stay; she tries to drown them with strong drinks and drugs, with parties and Chuck, and Georgie and Svetlana. She distracts herself with shining lights and funny looking pills; she spins, and spins, and spins until the world is nothing but a hazy blur.
When she opens her eyes the next morning she's honestly surprised that the thoughts are still there. Maybe some holes are too deep to fill.
She'll try anyway.