ᴅɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇs ᴏғ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇs, ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴏʀ ᴀʙʙʀᴇᴠɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ. ɴᴀᴍᴇʟʏ, ᴍᴇ.
ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀʙᴇʟs. ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏᴏʀ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴀɪʟ,ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏsᴛ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ɪᴛ's ᴀ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ ᴇᴀᴛ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀɴʜᴀᴛᴛᴀɴ ʙʀᴇᴇᴅs ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴏʟᴠᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴛɪʟᴇᴛᴛᴏ ᴄʟᴀᴡs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴀᴍᴏɴᴅ ғᴀɴɢs. ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪғᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴄʜ, ᴘʀɪᴠɪʟᴇɢᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴛᴇᴇɴᴀɢᴇʀs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛʀʏ. ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ɴᴇᴡ ʏᴏʀᴋ, ɴᴇᴡ ʏᴏʀᴋ – ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʟɪᴛᴇs. ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ sᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴍᴀɴʜᴀᴛᴛᴀɴ's ᴇʟɪᴛᴇ. ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀs ɢᴏ ʙʏ, ɢᴏssɪᴘ ɢɪʀʟ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ sᴛᴀᴘʟᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴀɴʜᴀᴛᴛᴀɴ ᴇʟɪᴛᴇ ɢᴏssɪᴘ. ᴛᴍᴢ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡs ᴜs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ sᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀ's ᴛʀᴜᴇ sᴏᴄɪᴀʟɪᴛᴇs. ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀsᴋᴇᴛʙᴀʟʟ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴀʀᴅᴀsʜɪᴀɴ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀʙᴇᴇs. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ. ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀs, ɢʀᴀɴᴅ-ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ-ɢʀᴀɴᴅғᴀᴛʜᴇʀs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟɪғᴛ ᴀ ғɪɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʀᴜɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛʀʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇsᴄᴇɴᴅᴀɴᴛs ᴏғ ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴ ᴀʀɪsᴛᴏᴄʀᴀᴛɪᴄ ғᴀᴍɪʟɪᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ʟɪɴᴇs. ᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴏɴᴏᴘᴏʟʏ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴋɪᴅs ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ. ɪᴛ's ᴀ ʟᴜsʜ ʟɪғᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʜᴀs ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ɪᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ sᴇᴇ ᴜs sᴛʀᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ғɪғᴛʜ ᴀᴠᴇ. sʜᴀʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏɢᴜʀᴛ ᴄᴜᴘs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴇᴘs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪxɪɴɢ ᴡʜɪsᴋᴇʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ sᴛᴀʀʙᴜᴄᴋs ᴠᴇɴᴛᴇ.
SIGHTINGS
Y having a custom fitting at Karl Lagerfeld. M and her mother having brunch at the BlueBox cafe. S having her annual walk of shame down Chelsea ave. H + D arguing at a taxi outside of the landmark that has the same name as them. And one shaggy blonde with Tiffany box blue eyes and a Crest white smile lugging Gucci luggage at the International airport. Say it ain't so. Declared missing for almost two years, William 'Boe' Hilton , our favorite 'trust-fund dick', was seen by multiple sources at the JFK airport. Even after two years and a Y-3 hoodie covering your face we recognize those all American cheekbones anywhere. And just in time for Auntie Jessica Hilton's annual 'Boe Bash' in remembrance of her missing nephew. The iconic last Hilton is back and I'm sure ready to cause trouble. But, is anyone wondering where he was? I'll find out. And who am I? That's a secret I'll never tell.
Xoxo,Gossip Girl
I joined the club and it's all on
There are fights for being my best friend
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Yale-Rose Rockefeller stood in the dressing room of the beau monde castle that was Karl Lagerfeld New York. She was invited personally along with the delivery of the seasons fashions. Yale wasn't just an 'it girl' she was thee it girl. She was the girl everyone wanted to have in their corner. No one else in the city got the perks that she did. Not Marpessa Monroe, not Mahsuri Yeoh and not Giselle Hilton. She was Don Rocky. The queen of queens. None of the other girls had anything on her. She watched her amazing figure in the dressing room mirror. She admired how sexy she looked in her black Savage X lace teddy. She almost took a picture. But she wasn't stupid and she wasn't Kylie Jenner. She had an image that didn't need gimmicks. Not even if the picture was only for the eyes of Prince Hilton. Prince, yes that's his actual name was her elite boyfriend. The all American boy. He had devilishly handsome looks, a jawline for days, and a trophy case of achievements. He looks so good on her arm. And she actually loved him. A rarity in their lifestyle. She knew people who married for money, notoriety and rivieras. What the high society contenders did was marry for a name almost as powerful as the one they were born with. And Prince was of the American dynasty. And Yale was already of the Rockefeller family. But Boe was king. He was Prince's hot older cousin. Prince did right by his first name and was the poster child for the society. He was a jock with good grades and good teeth. He was the child the society showed off. Prince was next in line to take over the company and coined the one to revive the Hilton families infamy. Boe was the wild child who took after his older cousins Paris and Nicki, even his great uncle Conrad Hilton Jr. He was always in the middle of a grand scandal. From DUI's, drug busts and prostitution. There was a such thing as too much money and unlike their friend Suri, Boe Hilton made being bad look good. It was a double standard but it was true. Something about his troublesome ways were sexy. Even though the blonde playboy vacationed in the Hamptons and attended an elite private school but he acted out. Almost all the time. Everyone let it slide because he was 'troubled'. When in reality he was just a dick. A hot 'dick' with a - anyways, Boe was always the top of the food chain similar to Yale but she fell for his brother when they were only twelve years old. Two years ago, at Boe's 15th birthday - the biggest event of the society, he went missing. Everyone figured he was off having one of his 'lost weekends' until too many weekends past and turned to months of him not being around. Not even a sighting from Gossip Girl. Soon after, he was declared missing. A year later his father Steven Hilton and his mother, Jessica Buckley threw a 'Boe Bash'. A huge 'sweet sixteen' to celebrate her son planned by his siblings. It became annual and Prince always felt more stressed then when Boe was around and he had to 'baby sit' him. Nothing was ever the same since Boe disappeared. Prince wasn't the same. If only he knew what else happened that night. Aside from the 'Boe Bash', 'Kiss on the lips' was another huge event. It was a week before the 'Boe Bash'. It was legendary and Yale was the host. She already booked the Copacabana and she wouldn't let Boe's arrival overshadow her.
"Did you see?" Yale heard from the other side of the dressing room in a french accent. It was Marpessa Monroe - no relation to Marilyn. She wasn't really a 'Monroe'. Gossip Girl said she was at the Blue Box Cafe. The same Gossip Girl post probably led Marpessa straight to the KL dressing rooms to see Yale in person. She went to Brearley School. She was slim but curvy. She had the most gorgeous chocolate brown skin and long, dark hair that she always wore straight. She was always dressed perfectly and was Yale's favorite queen. Don-Roe was also rich as hell, her father was a legendary French designer and her mother was a voodoo priestess. Yes. There was something about Marpessa that always intimidated her. And since knowing her, she realized it was better to just be her friend. "He's back." Marpessa spoke in a devious tone. Yale could hear her smirk as she slid into her Givenchy dress to talk with Monroe. She met Marpessa when she moved to Manhattan from New Orleans. She was Boe's most recent 'girlfriend' before he went missing. They both slept around and made fools of one another. Their relationship was more entertaining than reality television. The tabloids loved it. They even printed excerpts from Gossip Girl. The rumor was that Marpessa got tired of the back and forth and had her mother put a hex on him.
"Yeah." Yale said nonchalantly. She never saw the hype around Boe. Okay, that was a lie. But she couldn't admit it as long as she was with Prince. "So?"
"You worried?" Marpessa asked. Her head tilted as she examined Yale. Yale's face stayed like stone but so did Marpessa's.
"Should I be?" Yale questioned. There was one thing that kept Yale and Marpessa's friendship in check. It was a secret that no one knew except for Marpessa. She kept it for years as a way to taunt Yale when she needed the upper hand.
"Worried?" Marpessa repeated. However, she wasn't confused about anything. She sounded more than valiant. Her head was high, her posture was as perfect as her teeth while she faced Yale Rockefeller dead on. "I just mean that the Upper East Side just got interesting." Marpessa winked. "Come on, Rock, weren't you getting bored?" She asked rhetorically. Yale's hazel eyes studied the heel of Marpessa's Giuseppe Zanotti shoes as they spun out of the door of the fashion outlet. Yale scanned the area for .. well she didn't know, reactions of the return? What she wanted to do about everything. For Christs sake, who tipped Gossip Girl off that she was at KL's. Gossip Girl had been trailing Yale Rockefeller and her friends since their eighth grade year. Yale's peers were among American history's creme de la creme. Aristocratic royalty. Sure, Gossip Girl started with a 'lonely boy' and a pipe dream of being apart of the 'In' Crowd and ended with Daniel Humphrey marrying the Manhattan made vixen that is Serena van der Woodsen. Dan's little blog became a staple in Manhattan culture and was still more than prominent. The tradition continued and after six years expanded from the halls of Constance Saint Jude prep school's social scene and now covers the entire 'Five'. Considering that Yale's generation was a gold mine in social status. All five schools had prominent contenders. Way back in like, 2007, when fashion designer Blair Waldorf was the 'Constance Queen B', she created a group with the queens from the most powerful private schools in Manhattan to discuss their respective reigns and to grant each queen one favor. Yale was always an 'It Girl'. Her last name was Rockefeller. The standing of the Five was based around where Yale wanted to go to school and everyone else would have to fall in line. Yale knew she wanted the title of 'Don-Constance', hence why she dragged her best friend Giselle to the elite prep-school with Prince, Boe and Yale's cousins Harvard and Duke who all had to be sent to St. Judes in order to 'keep them together'. Yale and Giselle had been attached at the hip since birth. Their families had a feud for the history books but their mothers are best friends. And now they are. Giselle was blonde, tall and thin. She has natural buttery blonde hair and unnatural full pink lips - though her Instagram fans go to bat to defend her claims. Yale was an only child, true, but aside from her cousins - Giselle felt like family. However, since Boe was back Yale mentally decided to avoid both Giselle and Prince until she couldn't anymore. The floral wrap dress hugged her chest perfectly and her legs were perfectly tanned thanks to 'Sugared + Bronzed'. She grabbed her classic Louis Vuitton bag and the dress bags she planned on getting sent to her family's townhouse. Once she walked out of the store she could feel the eyes and the pictures being sent to Gossip Girl and fashion blogs. She didn't mind it. She did mind the social frenzy being granted thanks to Boe's arrival. She also minded the fact that she had two seconds to avoid it before getting text messages from everyone she knew.
momma rock
Did you see this?
*gossip girl link*
William is back?!
ROC-nation groupchat via iMessages
duke
what the fuck man?! boe is back? he's alive.
harvey
how the fuck could he hide for two fuckin years?!
what'd p say?
my love.
babe?
you done with shopping?
i need to talk...
like, obviously.
Incoming call from GiGi
Yale climbed into her families Lincoln Continental and dug her iPhone X out of her purse. She sighed slightly and rubbed her glossed lips together as she mentally prepared herself for the conversation. Yale was close to her twin cousins Harvard and Duke Rockefeller. They were like siblings. But Giselle and Prince literally grew up beside Boe. And when he went 'missing' it effected their family. So now that he was mysteriously back she figured that her best friend and her boyfriend were going crazy. "Is it true?" was the first thing Yale asked curiously.
"I-" Giselle's voice cracked. Giselle was always the picture of 'calm, cool and collected' which is why Yale was taken back by her tone. "There's a picture on Gossip Girl and it's blurry as fuck Yale!" Giselle sighed slighly. Yale adjusted herself in the back seat as she listened to Giselle's silence. They were kindred, she thought she could hear her feelings. As the car was stalled in traffic, Yale gestured for her driver to stay halted as she got out of the car. Yale had her own issues with Boe's arrival and as usual Yale's feelings were her first priority. However, Giselle needed her to get her shit together and be there for her. Yale stepped out of the car and into Laduree and felt soothed. The mint green had to be a form of emotion stabilizer because the place always cleared her soul.
"So you don't think he's really back?" Thank god.
"The thing is .. we've been searching forever. The idea of him being back is amazing of course but he hasn't been home or reached out yet." Giselle explained. "But, Gossip Girl has never posted anything about him being back all the other scares. She's been respectful about it in the past so this could be different." Boe's disappearance and search made global news. He was a 'Hilton' after all. It was a hot topic for a very long time and was still mentioned. There became Instagram challenges and 'Where's Will' games around New York where the 'Boe Hilton' fan-clubs dressed in Gucci suit jackets and sunglasses having their own scavenger hunt. Giselle was right, Gossip Girl stayed silent through the hoaxes. Not to mention Boe was resourceful. He didn't need to go back to the Hilton Manor.
"Can I get a 'Pink Napoleon'?" Yale asked the girl at the front counter, referring to a pink box containing a dozen macrons.
"I'll have Blanca make Bellinis when you get here." Giselle stated through the speaker of Yale's cellphone.
"Is Prince home?"
"I haven't seen him yet." Giselle confessed.
"You think he's seen Boe?" Yale asked calmly as she returned to her family car that was now holding up traffic. Yale was told at a very young age the world stopped at the bat of her eyelashes. As a child, she thought the sense was literal. As if while she slept, the entire atmosphere paused and only resumed when she was awake. She grew up and realized it wasn't exactly true. But she could still carry on as if it were. Why does she care about the car behind her with the middle aged female driver and the bratty baby in the back car seat have to wait an extra five to ten minutes for her to get macrons? Manhattan is the traffic wasteland of the entire world. A mile down the busy street and they'll all be stuck again. Yale sat in the back of the LC and thought up a mental list of things that changed over the course of two years and how their very own 'Heff' changed himself. Shit, how'd he feel about the death of his grand idols - Hugh Hefner and Charles Manson?
"It's possible." Giselle sounded unconvinced. Giselle and Boe were ten times closer than Prince and Boe. Prince always felt like he was in Boe's shadows since their childhood, Boe's always been the one with the most attention. Giselle sounded unconvinced that Prince and Boe would reconnect before Giselle saw her cousin. "I need to see him,"
"P?"
"Boe." Giselle corrected. "It's been two years. I'm pissed but I'll probably cry." The girl sighed slightly, rubbing her lips together. Yale scanned the scenery of the Upper East Side through the window of her 2018 Bentley Continental GT. Everyone was on their phone caught up in something that seemed compelling. They couldn't all be reading Gossip Girls latest post of Boe Hilton. Kylie Jenner was just listed on Forbes' self-made billionaires and took out her lip fillers. New York rapper Cardi B just had her baby. Boe Hilton left and the world revolved around him. He's back and now her head was spinning with thoughts of the blonde. Yale's hazel-doe eyes read over Gossip Girls post once more, refreshing to see if anyone in the Upper East Side knew where Boe went after his arrival.
And the girls get their claws out
There's something about hanging out with the wicked kids
Marpessa Monroe, 'The Vixen', let her body daintily fall within her dance partner, Elijah Hamilton. Their bodies intertwined gracefully as they danced to a ballet rendition of Nirvana's 'Smells Like Teen Spirit'. They had two months left to make their dance as bounteous as a Kardashian's ass and as touching as Louis Walsh for the latest Du Pont wedding in September. Their were words of champagne fountains and ice sculptures at the 620 and Marpessa was personally invited to the elite and extravagant event. Her chiffon dress swayed with her hips as she kept an inflexible face during the dance. The 'Dance With Me' SoHo location was one of the most elite dance studios and definitely the nicest which is why Lilly-Marie - Marpessa's mother, did everything she needed to do to get her daughter into the same dance studio as Maks and Val Chmerkovskiy. Now Marpessa was dancing at the wedding of Americas elite. Marpessa Monroe was born wealthy. France was the most elite place in the entire world and it bred her. France made her as classy as she was. NOLA made her as cunning as she was. And Manhattan made it all marketable. Marpessa was the new girl a few years back. She showed up at Brearly and everyone was fascinated. They loved how she looked, how she dressed, her accent. She was a ballerina with an urban nonchalance about her. It never came hard for her. She hadn't even known what the 'Queens of Constance' was until she was offered her spot. And that's when all the fun began. She could still remember it like yesterday. An only fourteen year old Yale-Rose Rockefeller met her at the staircase of the Metropolitan Museum. She was wearing a Burberry trench coat with an ombre effect covering the god awful Constance Billard uniform. The uniform was the reason Marpessa didn't settle at Constance when her mother presented her with a list of the five top schools in Manhattan and now she knows she probably couldn't become a queen if she had to go against Yale Rockefeller. She'd never admit it, but her social status was actually easier with Yale as her peer.
"That one, amazing." Elijah smirked at Marpessa through the mirrors reflection of them. The dance ended with Marpessa's legs in the air and Elijah's knees on the wooden floor. It would be sexy if Elijah was straight. His skin looked like gold. It was almost shimmering like his soft green eyes. He had full pink lips that were in the shape of a heart and his body - was a dancers body.
"You have an amazing dance partner." Marpessa bit her glossed lips watching his eyes with a captivating beam. She didn't bother adjusting her clothing. The chocolate toned girl attempted things with Elijah a few times over the years but nothing changed in his mind or his sexuality. She no longer minded.
"Eh. We know that I'm the one that makes you look good." Elijah smirked.
"Stop!" Marpessa giggled slightly, hitting Elijah's arm watching him for a moment before making her way to her classic Gucci duffle bag shuffling for her iPhone X. Her deep sienna irises observed the screen for a moment upon noticing Elijah's presence over her shoulder. "What?" She asked, adding a modest snicker.
"You know where he is?" Elijah gestured towards the latest picture of Boe Hilton that had been posted on every blog starting with the infamous Gossip Girl. Marpessa could remember the conversations she had with Elijah from years ago. She had become smitten with Boe. Or, better yet, the idea of being the main girl on Boe's arm. He showed her off to the entire society. Sure, they had their issues and Gossip Girl broad-casted them for the world but being the first black Hilton had a ring to it that kept Marpessa 'in it'. Elijah didn't understand how Marpessa could be so 'inlove' with Boe, and she would never tell him how vein she really was. It felt pathetic at times that she'd put up with womanizing antics for a title. It was 2018 and women had the power. Marpessa knew she didn't need any guy to get far in life but the idea of it all fascinated her. "Have you known?" Marpessa was Boe's 'girlfriend' before his disappearance and her name had been tied up in multiple rumors surrounding the occurrence. She had been questioned by cops, politicians, reporters, socialites and now her dance partner.
"Maybe." No. if everyone thought that Marpessa had a hit on the biggest society mystery in years, she'd rank higher than Yale for sure.
"Maybe? You still fucking with him?" Elijah chuckled.
"You know he's hot." Marpessa pointed out.
"Everyone in the Upper East, West, North and Brooklyn knows he's fine as hell." Elijah chuckled. He always swore he'd get his shot at Boe Hilton. Marpessa knew that Boe had a pony list that could compete with the Kentucky Derby but she never knew any guys made this list. "So?"
"So?" Marpessa giggled slightly, rubbing her lips together. "You'll know where Boe is when he wants to be found." Marpessa winked.
"Well apparently the 'Where's William' games are getting more interesting this year."
ATTENTION
ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴀɴɴᴜᴀʟ 'ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴡɪʟʟ' ɢᴀᴍᴇs ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ɴᴏᴡ. ᴛʀᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛɪʟᴇᴛᴛᴏs ғᴏʀ ʏᴇᴇᴢʏ sɴᴇᴀᴋᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴜʀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏɴ. ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ ᴋᴇɴɴᴇᴅʏ ɪs ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴍᴀɴʜᴀᴛᴛᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴜs ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ɪs ɢᴇᴛs ᴀ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴘʀɪᴢᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟɪɴᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ 'ᴋɪss ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴘs' ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʀᴏᴜɢʜ.
XOXO, Gossip Girl.
Take the pill make it too ill
Suri's long and tanned legs paraded around Carl Schurz Park with her high-waisted Good American jeans, her Le Pain Quotidien Yorkville shopping bag and a smirk on her face. Her cinnamon croissant got her through the dark days and having a criminal for a father put a slight damper on her mornings. Sure, Dato' Sri Michael Yeoh committed a 'rich people' crime. Suri's father was investigated for economic crimes in Malaysia's sweeping review of systemic risk. She had no idea what that meant but she knew that $1.7 billion worth of assets were seized. Luckily for Suri her father was smart. A couple millions were put to there side. A couple more million were sent to her grandparents in Malaysia. Her father was sentenced to 18 years in prison for fundraising fraud and embezzlement but she and her mother were still filthy rich. Not that it helped the country club queens that gave Suri and her mother the Louboutin boot when they arrived in the Hamptons. Luckily for her social status, the parties in Manhattan had better drugs and the highest ranked elites stayed in the city this year - aside from a few trips to Europe. Besides, she wanted to be front row for the arrival of Boe Hilton. Suri and Boe grew up together like most elites. Suri and Boe hooked up before - he was actually her first. But now he was a party friend that she missed. A screw up that took the heat off of her especially when she was dealing with her families current state. She really didn't need whiplash from freshman running around the park in jacquard blazers. Her slender figure gazed the running trail watching the dogs, children and soccer moms before her eyes locked on the sight that she truly wanted to see. Austin Roosevelt. Austin made the list of aristocratic misfits. The trouble-squad made up of Suri, Boe, Harvard and Austin. However, what happened to Austin was more frightening then what was happening with her. Austin Roosevelt had been cut off. He was kicked out of the mansion. The cars were taken and the trustfund was seized after a drug bust in the Roosevelt estate. Now he was living in the Plaza and pushing drugs to 'make ends meat'. It was an Upper East Side tragedy and Suri wanted to support her friend. Suri smiled as the dark haired male approached her, her eyes glittered. "Aussie!" Suri used their childhood nickname as she wrapped her long arms around his broad shoulders. He was bulky but he had lost weight recently. Suri didn't know if it was the drugs or the fact that he was 'poor' in their sense. She knew he was too proud to deal to most of their 'peers' and the people in the Upper East that knew of him. Which was everyone.
"You're the only one who still calls me 'Aussie'." Austin chuckled as he watched Suri. "Unless Yale and Giselle are drunk." He added, gesturing for them to walk deeper down the trail, to their usual place.
"You know we go way back." Suri smirked, looking towards him and putting her pockets, letting her shopping bag wave as she walked. "We've been best friends since what .."
"Forever," Austin answered.
"Which is why I think it's about time you came back into the circle." Suri hinted as they walked down the stone path, reaching the bench.
"The circle?" Austin scoffed as he thought about the circle. Even though no one said it, he was definitely out-casted. They stopped inviting him places. No one else talked to him aside from Suri since the summer began and his Gossip Girl tag went dry. He finally got enough money to get himself back into school for the first semester. "I'm not doing that."
"Austin," Suri-Hung sighed, Austin's freckles were clustered around his face and lips. "You can't miss 'Kiss On The Lips'. You've missed every other party and it could be good for you." Suri added.
"Good for me?"
"It's a wild, Upper East Side party." Suri spoke and her point was proven. If Austin put his pride aside, he could make a gold mine. "You can make yourself enough money for the next two years at St. Judes and staying at the Lincoln."
"St. Judes isn't happening, first off." Austin confessed, facing Suri. He could see the confusion on her face. St. Judes was the best all boys school in Manhattan and it was an honor to be a student. Austin might be cut-off but having a Roosevelt in the class was still a good look for them.
"Well if you aren't going to St. Judes then you better be going to Collegiate." Suri demanded. St. Judes was Constance's brother school. The Collegiate School was the brother school for the 4/5. Brearly, Nightingale, Spence and Chapin - Suri's kingdom. It was the only other place suitable to engage a Roosevelt.
"We'll get to see eachother more on campus." Austin pointed out.
"Seriously, you're transferring?"
"Yeoh." Austin started, watching her as her hair blew in the Manhattan wind. "I can't face them. The guys."
"The guys?" Suri challenged. "They aren't fucking saints." The female of Asian descent pointed out. Suri knew what Austin was going through. In times of scandal, she felt more comfortable around the boys than Yale, Marpessa and Giselle. She hadn't reached out to them since her fathers arrest. She still attended the UES parties but she avoided the other DONS. It was easier that she wouldn't have to face them in a month. "I get it." Suri changed her view. "Plus I get to see you more." She added and hugged him slightly.
"Well enough of that." Austin let a light chuckle slip his thin lips when Suri's full lips formed into a grin. "I have a friend I want you to meet."
"Tell me about her."
"She's awesome. Colorful personality." Austin explained. "She has about 2k followers."
"Ah, really?" Suri asked. "She gained a few more."
"More people want Molly." Austin winked. "But you can find her at the Lincoln."
I'm sitting pretty on the throne
There's nothing more I want
Giselle sat uncomfortably in the middle of the blonde toned Victorian sofa of the Hilton home. The window that stood transversely from the pale haired girl showed the entirety of Manhattan while the sunlight rebounded off of her high cheekbones and the 'french vanilla' Kylighter she was wearing. She didn't quite know how to handle things currently. Yale was on her way with macaroons, and Blanca - Giselle's personal 'helper' was making the girls drinks which would normally soothe her nerves. However, she usually didn't have her frantic mother and stern father hovering over other in the most literal sense. Their was a chance that Boe Hilton was back in Manhattan and her parents were in a whirlwind about it. Prince hadn't been heard from for the entire day and Giselle was in the middle of the entire debacle. In the literal sense. Jessica, Giselle's mother, stepped down from her campaign to run for senate in line of her political family, Giselle and Prince agreed that Boe's disappearance controlled the way Jessica spent her time since stepping down. All three children knew what her mothers real plans were going to be after leaving the politic spectrum, however only traveling she had done was based on the 'Where's Will?' games. "Has she added anything to that little blog?" Jessica asked. Giselle had tried explaining to her mother what Gossip Girl was. What the 'blog' meant and the power behind it all in modern Manhattan. However, her mother was featured in gossip blogs and politic slander campaigns since the assassination of her grandfather. Jessica didn't bat an eyelash at GG. She wasn't even entertained by her. "Has anyone seen more pictures of Boe?" The slim woman stood tall. She was wearing a cerulean toned pantsuit with a long line, military style jacket and her honey blonde hair fell messily on her shoulders after the woman took down her hair bun. Prince was like the third Rockefeller twin. It was no surprise that they had plans together. Giselle wouldn't be surprised if the twins lied for her brother but them not knowing anything about where he was rung strangely to her.
"No. I check like ... every four seconds." Giselle spoke. Her eyes wandered over the small spread Blanca had prepared for her parents. The table was covered with uneaten food. Like it was just there for show for their annual family PR photo shoot. Whenever the members of the Hilton dynasty needed some positive media. Since the Trump family took over America, they've been milking the positive in comparison remarks. "Boe's trending again though."
"What does that mean?" Nicholas Hilton, the 'artist' as Yale said, pretended not to be 'hip' enough to keep up with the young kids. He had to be pretending.
"It means," Giselle groaned considering it wasn't the first or second time she had the conversation with her father on the topic. "People all over the world are tweeting and talking about him. It might become easier to find him." Giselle clenched her platinum & diamond Edwardian necklace, contemplating the possibility that searching for her cousin after two years could end today.
"What if this blog is just bored and messing with us?" Jessica pointed out. "You said it was run by some 'lonely boy'."
"No mom, I said-" Giselle cut herself off. "I think this time is different." Giselle changed her tone.
"I have all of our people on this. Our P.I will find him before these ... 'Where's William' and Gossip Girl characters do." Nicholas looked at his phone in disgust before leaving. Jessica followed behind and Giselle sat in silence for a moment before she heard the voice of Pierce Scully, the families butler tell her that Yale had arrived. Giselle stood on her feet and opened her arms wide enough to greet Yale and the Napoleon box. Yale took a good look at Giselle's outfit. The blonde had crystals hanging on her face from her headband, and a grand kimono dress.
"Looks like someone finally finished watching 'Dynasty' on Netflix." Yale smiled. Their styles were so very different. But they were completely different girls. Yale could never pull off Giselle's loose and effortless look because Giselle was naturally effortless. Yale's attempt at 'boho' was the current asymmetric ruffle dress and white boots. It was 'loose' and already made Upper Manhattans best dressed day.
"It's soooo good." Giselle gushed with a light giggle as the girl reclaimed her seat on the couch. "Blanca!" She yelled before turning to Yale. "This morning was so normal." Giselle started. "Even reading Gossip Girl was normal until I actually read Gossip Girl." Yale watched as Blanca rushed to Giselle's side trying to be as quick as the girls needed her to be, without dropping the tray of Bellinis. "Thank gawd you're here." Giselle said dramatically as she took her respective glass, sighing slightly. Giselle had a point. Thank god Blanca provided the drinks. Yale needed the refreshment. Also, her friend was right when she pointed out that the day started relatively normal until Boe's return.
"I just wanna know why he stayed away so long." Yale sipped from her champagne glass. "And why he decided to come back."
"Nothing major happened." Giselle stated. An understatement, really. Boe had missed alot, but Gossip Girl probably kept him up to date on things in the UES.
"He's on time for his birthday." Yale conveyed. "And 'kiss on the lips'."
"Oh yes!" Giselle pretended to be excited. She felt bad hounding Yale about her family drama. She probably got enough of it from Prince. "How's that going?"
"I got the Copacabana!" Yale burst. She didn't want to hear Boe's name right now. Not, ever really ... but she couldn't say that to Giselle's face. Right now she was just more excited than she should've been. "How long do you think it'll take before things are back to normal?" Yale asked. "Or, pre-Boe disappearance?"
"Never."
Except to be alone.