Spotted in a limousine heading towards the Palace Hotel, champagne in hand, best friends Belle Bass and Charlotte Archibald. Not bad for the last day of summer, ladies, not bad at all…
"Oh my God, C, that has to be your hundredth party dress!" Belle laughed.
"Make it thousandth," Charlotte raised her glass. "You should get some more too, B."
"Unlike you, I'm not a party animal," Belle replied.
"No?" Charlotte raised an eyebrow. "Don't you recall last week?"
Belle's eyebrows furrowed for a moment. "No…" she vaguely answered.
"See? You don't even remember," Charlotte winked at her.
Both she and Belle started laughing again they continued laughing until Belle's cell phone ran. After swiftly checking the caller's ID she raised an eyebrow.
"Hey, honey," she answered. "It's Kurt," she mouthed in Charlotte's direction. The girl forcedly smiled back at her.
"Hello, Belle," Kurt van der Woodsen's voice smoothly poured." Where are you?"
"I'm with Charlotte on my way to the hotel. I'm getting ready for the party. You're coming, right?" she bit her lower lip
"Yeah, I was just leaving Ed's penthouse," Kurt replied.
"Oh, Ed," Belle rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, well then I'll see you there," Kurt shut his phone.
"See you. Love you, too," Belle kept her smile. "He's coming," she glanced at Charlotte.
"That's cool," Charlotte started playing with her cinnamon blonde hair.
"What's the matter with you?" Belle patted her friend's shoulder.
Charlotte looked at her friend. They both started laughing.
Do I here correct? Is there a party cooking? Yummy. And since it's the last summer day, anything can happen. And what's troubling worried free C? Send me all the deets, that is if you are invited.
Robert Humphrey sighed. He was behind his sister's laptop reading Gossip Girl's latest entry. The shower was running and mad honks were heard from outside. Brooklyn could be so hectic sometimes he sighed again looking at the photo of Belle Bass and Charlotte Archibald. He was in love with Charlotte ever since he was a freshman, a year or so big love, huh? But playing lackey for Ed Montpassant didn't help much in his social climbing. Girls went for the playboy, not the played boy.
"Oh my God, Rob, you are so not reading that rubbish on my laptop!" His older sister, May, said.
Robert smiled at her.
"Look, if you really like that girl, you should just tell her," she went to change into fresh clothes.
"Yeah. What should I say? 'Hey, Charlotte, you probably don't know of my existence, but I fell in love with you ever since the first day I laid eyes on you and a bonus to that: I am one year younger and live in Brooklyn."
May reappeared. "Sounds pretty convincing to me."
"Thanks," he scoffed.
Just then, the window in May's room opened. Bothe she and Robert didn't even wince or bother to glance in that direction. The boy who entered using the fire staircase was way too familiar to the Humphrey's household to be bothered with. Sawyer Abrams just cleaned the dust off his yellow shirt.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey, Sawyer," May said.
"Hello," Rob muttered; hands folded over his chest.
"What's his problem?" Sawyer asked
"Nothing," Rob winced.
"Girl problems," May replied. "I'm ready," she came next to him. "Rob, tell dad that I left," she slid down the window behind Sawyer.
"Fine…"Robert answered.
Alexander van der Woodsen placed his cell phone on the table. The former conversation with his cousin didn't please him at all. Kurt insisted that he should join him at the party. He politely refused preferring instead a good book. Just then, his mother, fashion designer, Jenny Humphrey came in. She was very beautiful, he often thought.
"Hey, sweetie," she threw her keys on the table and delicately kissed him on the forehead.
"Hey, mom," he answered.
"What are you still doing here and undressed?" she asked him.
"Should I be somewhere else?" he asked.
"I thought you were going to Belle Bass' party. I even left some clothes on the bed for you"
"No, mom. School starts tomorrow. I want to go to bed early and get a fresh start," he smiled.
"Oh, my responsible little boy," her thumb brushed along his cheekbone."But I'm worried that you don't go out that often."
"Mom, don't be. I'm fine," he locked his hand around her wrist.
"You remind me so much of your father. By the way, did you speak to him today?" her eyes were sadder.
"No. He must be locked in his studio painting," he naturally replied.
"Okay," she smiled.
"What are you doing tonight?" he asked his mother.
"I'll just hang around home."
He sighed. Indeed his mother was beautiful, but she never dated, not since he could remember. He knew that deep inside she still loved his father, Erik van der Woodsen. The funny part was that his dad was gay. Alexander was the result of a drunken one-night-stand between two old buddies. Although he was reassured time after time that they were happy when they found out and that he was always wanted. That suited him very well; it suited his father, but not his mother. Even though she hids it very well, Alex could still see his mother's constant unhappiness.
Just one more dramatic sigh and you can return to your book, A.
Belle Bass delightedly looked around her. Everything was in perfect order. The terrace of Palace Hotel was full-eye. Another successful party. Ed Montpassant was comfortably sitting on a couch with two of their mother's models on each side. He raised his glass of champagne in her direction. She rolled her eyes. His cheeky smirk wore off. Jane and Rebecca van der Woodsen were leaning by the balustrade enthusiastically giggling to one another. Ah little freshmen…So cute it made Belle sick. She couldn't stand Kurt's two twin sisters. She only put up with them for his sake. Flashing her perfect smile she went towards them.
"Rebecca, Jane are you enjoying yourselves?"
"Yes, very much, Belle," Jane smiled.
"Thank you for inviting us, "Rebecca added.
"My pleasure. So, where is your brother? I can't seem to find him."
"Kurt?" Rebecca looked questioningly at her sister.
"I thought I saw him on the hallway over the phone," Jane said.
"If you could please excuse me," Belle sweetly smiled.
After looking one more time at her party, she made sure everything was in order. Now she had to look for her boyfriend. He wasn't on the main hallway. He probably entered her penthouse. She didn't know he wanted to get away that badly.
"Kurt!" she called for him after entering the main room.
No response. "Kurt!" she called again
She kept walking until she reached the bedroom area. Before entering the narrow hallway, she noticed his shoes were laying there. She grinned. So he wanted to play. She decided to surprise him, so she moved without making a sound. The door was a little cracked, but that was all she needed to see. Seems that Kurt decided to start his little party without her.
"Oh my God," she said taking a few steps back disgusted by seeing her boyfriend and her best friend having sex on her bed. How could Charlotte do this to her? She was about to start crying.
She ran as fast as she could away from her rooms and from the penthouse. On her way out she bumped into Edward Montpassant.
"Well this is very unusual," he said in his low voice as he tried to regain balance. Belle's face was buried against his chest. With just one glance at her, he knew something was wrong. "Hey, what's the matter?" he tried to say but she pushed him away so hard that he fell down. "Belle!" he called after his stepsister.
The limousine was parked just in front of the hotel's driveway. It promptly came in front of her.
"Where to Miss Bass?" the chauffer asked.
"My mom's house," she said with a shacking voice.
She felt like crying. Her eyes were glassy, but they refused to shed a tear. She was a Bass after all. What would her mother say? While she was waiting in the lift she looked for her spare set of keys. She opened the door. The penthouse was dim lighted. She was still shaking after she locked the door. The maid saw her.
"Mrs. Montpassant!" she cried. "Miss Belle is here!"
"What?" she heard her mother's voice from upstairs. "Belle?" Blair's long fingers pushed away a few locks from her face. "What are you doing here? I thought you were having a party at your father's hotel?"
"The party is over," she looked at her mother.
"Is there something wrong, Belle?" her mother's hands cupped her cheeks.
"No… Can we please not talk about it, mom? I just want to sleep here for the night. That's all."
"Of course, dear," her mother affectionately hugged her.
She went for her room.
"So you say that the party is over? I'll tell Pierre to give Edward a call. That boy is impossible."
Belle shut the door behind her. In the solitude of her room without her mother or father to see her or her stepbrother to bother her or her mother's actual husband she could cry. She felt the door shudder behind her.
"Open the door, Bass!" she heard Edward's voice.
"Just leave, will you."
"Come on, Belle, I just want to know what's wrong with you? Anything I can do to console my dearest sister?"
"I am not your fucking sister! We don't share the same blood, just because my mother was stupid enough to marry your father, doesn't mean I have to explain anything to you. Just go and fuck yourself!"
She left her room ignoring his protests. She needed a shower. Oh boy, this school year is going to be like hell.
If the others could handle all the gossip and all the drama, then lets see how their children can manage...FIrst chapter was boring, but now school is starting.