Jenny sat in her room packing alongside Vanessa. She was trying, to no avail to put together amazing outfits for the Hamptons. None of her clothes seemed to be right. She pulled out a pink ruffled blouse and sighed. It was tossed in the never-wear-in-public-pile.

Vanessa was already packed, and was still in a state of shock that she was invited. Jenny placed a pair of Jimmy Choo sling backs that she had bought on sale, in the yes pile, and turned to Vanessa. "How are you all packed this fast?" Jenny asked. Vanessa smiled, and she shook her head, her bright orange earrings shaking. "I packed in like ten miniutes because I didn't analyze each piece of clothing." Maybe if you would have, you just may have noticed that plastic jewelry is never in style.

Jenny smiled. Vanessa was always so unique. She couldn't care less that her shoes were vintage, or that band tee shirts were an upper eastside style no-no. "I just want to make a good impression on Blair and Serena," Jenny explained. Vanessa's face frowned. "Why does it matter what they think? They aren't worth it Jenny." Vanessa commented, taking on a motherly approach. Excuse moi? We as Upper Eastsiders are always worth it.

Vanessa wouldn't ever understand. Jenny tucked a long blonde lock behind her ear as she sized up a dress she had gotten for half off at Bloomingdales. "Vanessa. If you don't like them, then why are you going? It is Blair's house in the hamptons after all."

Vanessa smiled. "Dan invited me," she said. The moment she said the name Dan, her whole face seemed to light up.

Jenny noticed this change in expression. Just at the mention of Dan, Vanessa was glowing. Love will do that to you. "Wait a second! You don't like my brother do you? Like, Like Like. Not like friends like?" Jenny babbled. Vanessa shook her head. "No. Of course not. I mean he is like family." Then a sheepish look came over her face. "Well maybe I do."

Nate Archibald looked at his Blackjack phone sitting on the coffee table in Chuck's penthouse. It was buzzing, and the name Blair flashed on the screen. One new text.

B: Hey Natie. I was just in La Perla, and thinking of you. Anyways I really want to rethink this whole break up thing.

Nate's brain flashed a thousand different thoughts. Most of which involving Blair in lingerie. He did still love her. Maybe they could try things. They had so many memories together. All the times they had kissed, and all the parties they had attended. Aww. Our own N is getting sappy.

He had to text her back. Maybe they could fix things. And with the Hampton trip the next day, it would be awkward if they didn't. Nate missed the way her body fit into his, and how she was so familiar.

N: Sounds good. I miss you B. I want to fix this, because we have something special.

Nate knew his text sounded sappy but girls liked sappy. Just suddenly, Chuck burst into the door of the hotel room. He looked frazzled and very jumpy. Nate knew that look: Chuck was up to something involving some girl. Oh, and just what girl are we talking about here? Perhaps little miss b knows…

"Hey," Nate called. Chuck looked up at him. "Nathaniel. I can't talk now. I have to pack…for the hamptons." Nate was the last person he wanted to see. The girl of his dreams was in love with Nate. Chuck wasn't used to not getting the girl, and he didn't like it one bit. Sorry baby, that's called life.

"Okayyy," Nate said, confused. "I was just texting Blair." A scowl swept over Chuck's face, and he ran over to the couch. Chuck leaned over Nate's shoulder to look at the phone. "What did she say?" He asked quickly. Nate gave him a quizzical look. "I thought you had to pack?" Chuck shook his head. "I can just stay in these clothes for a week. Its not like there are any girls who would notice."

Blair woke up Saturday morning with a smile on her face. Her and Nate were back together and the world was all right. Everything was incredible. She jumped out of bed, and checked her phone. If she was lucky, there would be a sweet good morning message from Nate. There was one message. Chuck. Great. Exactly what she needed in the morning: a dose of a pomus deviant pervert to wake her up. Maybe B, you'd like it a little more if you woke up in bed with said pervert.

C: B. I'm not going to the hamptons. Have fun with Nate.

Blair looked in shock at the text. He wasn't coming? She almost felt bad. Chuck had to come. But, wait. Why the heck did she want him to come anyways? He was always making his little crass comments about everything. I hear that tuns some people on.

Blair couldn't let him not come. Something inside of her wanted Chuck to come. She couldn't explain why…

B: Fine then. Be an ass about it, just because I don't want you like every other Upper East side girl.

Blair was satisfied with her response. It was just witty enough, but it would make him want to come. She knew he liked it when she was angry. Wait. What the heck was she thinking? She didn't want him to like her. She was with Nate, and happy.

C: Oh, I'm not worried about you not wanting me, Waldorf. I know deep down that no girl can resist the Bass charm.

Blair scoffed. What a jerk. He really thought he was that great. She couldn't stop her fingers from sliding across the keypad of her EnV rapidly.

B: Conceited much? For a guy who gets as much experience as you claim you do, it wasn't even that good.

I thought you enjoyed it B. Is the lovely B playing hard to get? Wait, isn't she with N?

There that would bother him. Blair left her phone for a moment to put on a eggplant colored sundress, tights, her favorite Chanel ballet flats, and a head band. Blair needed almost no makeup, as she looked perfect. Suddenly her maid, Svetlana called up the stairs.

"Miss Blair. Serena is here to see you." Blair grimaced. She still hadn't talked to Serena about Chuck, and now that Serena knew, that conversation was sure to occur. "Send her up," Blair yelled.

Serena bounded in, all smiles. "Hey Blair!" she said, flopping down on her bed. Just then Blair's phone buzzed. Serena who was pretty much family, picked up the phone and opened it much to Blair's shock. Blair tried to grab it form her, but she was aready reading the text.

"Um. B, Chuck texted you. He says "You know you loved it. It's not like you have anything to compare it to. By the way, I think I will go to the hamptons. The memory of you in your La Perla underwear yesterday keeps replaying in my mind," Serena spat out.