Hey People!

Have you heard? S is totally bored this summer, so she and A decide to throw a going-away party for B! Yey! So if you're not one ugly, balding fat couch potato who's been living off Doritos for so long, then you should have gotten one of these.

Summer Luau!

Who: Duh, you, and all of your beach bumming friends!

Where: At the hippest, newest club this side of Manhattan, The Dark Room.

When: July 5, 2005, 9 pm onwards.

Attire: Strictly swimwear. You wanna flaunt that hot body!

You know you love us!

S & A

So that leaves us with the eternal question: What will I wear? Since I so love shopping, that wouldn't be a problem.

The Epiphany

Our hunky N has been getting these things a lot lately. Is it, like, a side effect of pot? Where you suddenly realize that you actually love someone? Or that you're totally gorgeous? Geez, poor baby. Must have strained his mind from thinking too much. Anyway, how will he win our bitchy heiress B this time? Remember that he now has a lord to compete with. This should be interesting to watch…

Summer Fling

Remember A and S and their little get together? Hmm. After A's failed relationship with V and S's odd but physically perfect one with N, are they going to do the latest trend today and realize that they really are the one for each other? S is probably in love with every guy she spends time with and A is too laid back to care. Don't we just love these things?

Your Email:

Q: Dear GG,

My friend saw S and A making out inside the movie house. Can they be any cheesier?

---andromeda

A: Dear Andromeda,

With those two bored souls? Anything can happen. But I doubt that it was inside a movie house. S is a little more… scandalous.

---GG

See you at the party! Woohoo!

You know you love me,

Gossip Girl

Accidentally in Love

"I'll be right there," Dan said to Vanessa as he hung up and threw his phone on the car seat. She invited him over, and Dan was too happy to oblige. He'd been jumping at every opportunity to spend time with her, which was kind of sweet since he dumped her before to be the lead singer of The Raves. Then when Vanessa dated Aaron, Blair Waldorf's vegan stepbrother, he realized that he wanted her back, which was why he succumbed to having sex on top of her building.

For everyone to see and hear.

This was the time he could test his driving skills. His dad, Rufus, has been tutoring him for two weeks now, and he's been catching on very fast. Just yesterday, he learned how to use the clutch. He started the ignition and checked his reflection on the mirror, smiling to himself. Switching the car into reverse should be easy, since he's done it with his dad lots of times.

Done it with his dad coaching him.

He went on slow and steady, making sure he didn't bump anything while backing out of the parking space. His dad said something about checking mirrors, but all he remembered of that lecture was his daydream of him and Vanessa doing it on his car.

Eew.

Suddenly he heard a loud thump, and he immediately stopped the engine. He went out and saw that he hit a motorcycle. He rushed to see if the person on it got hurt and if any damage was done to the vehicle.

"Are you okay?" He asked, helping the motorcycle driver up. He checked the motorcycle for any problems; thankfully there was none. His car, on the other hand, had received a small dent.

"Yes, I'm fine." The driver replied, his voice sounding a bit feminine. After all, he expected the driver to be a guy.

You don't know how wrong you are.

"I'm really sorr—" He was stopped when the driver took off his helmet. He was a she! And a hot she. The girl had flowing black hair and a really dazzling smile. She noticed he stopped mid sentence.

"What?" She asked with a cocky grin. "Never see a girl drive a motorcycle before?" She asked, combing her hair with her fingers.

"I'm sorry. I just kind of expected you to be a guy." Dan replied, too awestruck. "I'm Dan. Sorry about the bump."

She giggled. Of course she knew who this guy was! He used to sing for The Raves and was featured in every gossip article there is. Even in that popular gossip website. She stretched out her hand. "I'm Camille." She said, flashing him her most beautiful smile.

Dan was immediately taken by her, and extended his hand to shake hers. "Glad to meet you." He said, smiling like a young schoolboy. "Listen, I really am sorry, and I wanna make it up to you. You wanna go get coffee?" He asked, then realizing he sounded too presumptuous. "I mean, if you're not doing anything."

"Yeah, sure, why not. Let me just go park my bike." She said, and picked her bag up on the floor. Dan helped her raise her motorcycle up from the floor. "Wait for me, ok?"

Dan smiled in reply. He saw her drive off to an empty parking space. Who knew accidents could turn out fine?

If you didn't have your girlfriend waiting for you on the other side of town.

Summer Luau

"Hey Blair, you ready?" Serena asked, popping popcorn kernels inside her mouth while jumping on her bed in her new Burberry bikini.

Blair rolled her eyes. Yes, it has been fifteen minutes but she wasn't like Serena who didn't care much about her looks. She put on the final touches of her Lancôme juicy tubes lip-gloss and stared at herself in the mirror. She knew she looked hot, in her black, rhinestone studded Eres bikini, but most importantly, she looked happy. She knew she needed to look happy and content. Nate was going to be there.

Serena decided she couldn't wait another minute. Erik was already there, and he left about fifteen minutes ago. She got down from her bed, and just as she was going to open the door, Blair stepped out in a cloud of perfume. Serena coughed a bit, and then held out her perfect hand. "Ready?" she asked, smiling.

"As I'll ever be," Blair answered, wanting to sound sure. She grabbed her silk Coach clutch bag, her beige Dior cotton jacket and followed Serena out the door.

When they got there, music was already pumping from the hot new DJ Serena hired. She danced to the beat while walking, while Blair decided to walk behind her. She needn't waste her energy; it was just 9:30 pm. She saw Serena give someone a peck on the cheek, then turned to hug her.

"Aaron!" Blair said, pushing him off.

"Come on. You're leaving for England and you hate me?" He asked, getting a Cosmopolitan from the waiter who happened to pass by and handed it to Blair. "Give your stepbrother some love, wicked stepsister."

Blair got the Cosmo from Aaron. "I am not wicked!" She said, slapping Aaron playfully on the shoulder. She gave him a peck, like Serena. "Here's to a rocking summer." She said, toasting her glass to Aaron's plastic cup. He walked on, bobbing his head to the music.

She found the bar, and suddenly made a dash for it. She wasn't into dancing mood.

Yet.

As she opened her mouth to speak, someone interfered. "Ketel One Vodka, please."

She turned around and found Nate, wearing only Surfer shorts and a yellow Lei. He looked as delicious as before, with a hot, defined, and tanned body that made Blair want to jump on him. He wasn't stoned or crying. He was just--- normal. Blair tried hard to think of Lord Marcus, her Lord Marcus, waiting for her in a balcony somewhere, wearing his Armani tuxedo that makes him look hotter than James Bond.

And you don't know how difficult that is.

"Nate," Blair said, nervousness evident in her voice. The bartender handed Nate the drink, and he gave it to Blair. "You're here."

"Well, it's a party, isn't it?" He answered, as if nothing happened and everything was normal. "So, excited?" He asked, and Blair was kind of disappointed when she didn't hear jealousy in his tone.

"Yeah. Marcus said we were going to live in his family's country manor." She answered, trying her best to be nonchalant.

"That must be really nice." Nate said, sitting down in the stool next to her. "Listen, Blair—"

"So, I heard you're going to the Hamptons?" Blair said, interrupting him.

"Yeah. It's a kind of payback from coach. But I get to go home early if I'm really good." He said, sounding a bit down. He took Blair's hand, and Blair was too frozen to move. She knew Nate might tell her he loved her and ask her not to go, and she didn't want that.

Right.

"Listen," He started, clearing his voice, "For whatever things I've done to you in the past, I'm sorry." He looked at Blair with his smoldering green eyes and continued. "I just want to say that I'm totally cool with you and Marcus. Okay?" He gave a sigh of relief, as if he practiced what he just said and knew that he delivered those lines perfectly.

Because he did.

Blair's voice was caught in her throat. She needed some kind of distraction, anything…

"And here's to the lady of the night," She heard Serena say over the mike, which caused her to drop Nate's hand and turn around. "Blair Waldorf!"

Blair regained her composure. She smiled and danced her way to the podium. Everyone was cheering and whooping and shouting her name. "Hey guys," She said, putting on a smile she usually used while hosting charity events. "Thanks for coming. I just want to thank Serena, my best friend in the whole world, and Aaron, my stepbrother, for doing this for me. You know that I'll have big, fat shopping bags for you both when I get back!" She said, turning to hug Serena and Aaron. Everyone cheered, and Blair whispered a thank you to Serena. Serena knew it was for the party, but it was for so much more.

Nate smiled. He knew he had done what he intended to do here. That if you love her, set her free crap really sucked. He drank the rest of Blair's drink then turned around to leave.

Someone grabbed his shoulder. "Hey Natie, are you leaving?"

"Yeah, I have a lot of packing to do tomorrow." He said, turning around.

"Please stay. You're not leaving till next week." Serena said, making perfect puppy dog eyes that she knew Nate would fall for.

"Okay." He said, smiling.

"Now," she said, "Dance with me!"

Hours passed and even more people showed up for the party. Even Vanessa, who probably decided to go without Dan. Serena was now sitting down, having a nice, mellow conversation with Aaron and Nate. Blair, because of all the hype, drank too many drinks and now was dancing like mad on the dance floor with Erik.

Not that he minded.

"Listen, I really have to go." Nate said, standing up. He reached for his Hawaiian dress shirt and put it on. "My dad's going to kill me if I don't get home soon." He lied. His parents were in Maine, hosting a yacht club convention of some sort.

"Nathaniel Archibald with a curfew?" Serena mocked, then stood up to give him a peck on the cheek. "You know I love you Natie!"

"Bye, man." Aaron said, giving Nate a hi-five. As he was about to turn around, he heard Erik's voice.

"She's passed out, too many drinks." Erik said, carrying Blair in his arms like a delicate little baby. "She needs to go home."

"I'll take her," Aaron said gallantly, standing up. But then Serena glared at Aaron.

"Nate will take her home; you're leaving anyway, right?" Serena said, her eyes conveying a secret message to him.

"Yeah, okay." He said, and took Blair in his arms. Nostalgia entranced him, and he suddenly remembered those times when he just held Blair in his arms while lazily talking about anything.

"I'll help you out." Erik said, and cleared the way so that Nate and Blair can go through. "Thanks, man."

Hmm, what can happen with a drunk Blair and a desperate Nate? Stick around.

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