Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl (no matter how much I want to)
The next morning, Dan's sister, Jenny woke him up by hitting him on the head with her cell phone.
"I'd say 'ow' if I was awake." Dan said sarcastically while not moving from his sleeping position, which was him lying fully clothed on top of his covers with a packed of Camel cigarettes in his right hand.
"Just look at it will you?" Jenny said, annoyed at her brother's sarcasm, "and change out of them clothes, you've had them on for 3 days now, and have a shower, it stinks in here!" Jenny said, upbraiding her brother on his complete scruffy 'I'm-such-an-edgy-poet' look.
"Whatever Jen." He said, stirring slightly then unintentionally dropping his cigarettes on the floor. This, of course, was enough to get him to move. As he picked up the box, he saw Jenny's phone flashing 'Serena V.D.W. back'.
'What?' he thought to himself, 'she's back?' he picked up the phone and opened the Gossip Girl article:
'As normal, Serena Van Der Woodsen continues to surprise us. I told you I'd be first to tell you of her return. I saw her myself getting off a plane with a funny shaped carry on item; unfortunately I was not close enough to see what she was holding protectively in her arms. She got into a limo and got out outside her mother's apartment. Looks like she's here to stay: for now anyway! I'll keep you posted.
-xoxo Gossip Girl.
"She's back!" Dan whispered to himself, freaking out a little bit inside. His girlfriend, well they'd never split up anyway, had just returned as she had left: with no warning.
"Who's back?" Dan jumped in shock when his father, Rufus Humphrey stuck his head through the doorframe, after hearing Dan talking to himself. "Sorry son, didn't mean to scare ya."
"Um, Serena, Serena's back" Dan said, throwing his dad Jenny's phone. As he read the article, his eyes began to widen .
"Wow son, what you gonna do?" the washed up poet asked his son, putting down Jenny's phone and picking up the poem Dan had written the night before, "Wow, this is shit." He gestured at the poem that Dan had written about the red head, Carley wasn't it?
"Gee thanks Dad." Dan said, picking up a Camel and lighting it before taking the coffee mug sitting on his desk through to the kitchen. Rufus follwed him and put the poem into the bin, "It's trash son" he said before making a cup of black coffee for the both of them.