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S Makes a Change

While Blair was finishing up her interview with Vanessa, Serena was packing for Yale. She thought about calling Blair, maybe having her help out. She knows how Blair feels so left out with everybody packing away, and her still not having to receive her letter, but part of her was afraid of what Blair was going to do.

She stuffed a Yale Tee into the large suitcase. She still can't believe that she was actually leaving for Yale. She almost squealed in happiness, but decided not to before Blair cuts off her head.

She wants to do something crazy, do something so insane that it might actually make Blair smile for once. It's just that she wants her best friend back. She doesn't want to talk with Kati Farkas or Isabel Coates, or anybody. Because when you look at the way they stare at you, you can tell that they're just thinking up another gossip. Everybody's been missing Blair since she went into the upset mood.

She grabbed the phone without thinking and dialed Blair's number.

It rang once.

It rang twice.

It kept on ringing and nobody picked up.

The answering machine came on. "Hey Blair, it's Serena." She paused. "Did you get your letter yet? I was thinking that you might come over before opening it," she hesitated, and winced. Did she just do that? Stupid, stupid Serena. She's gonna hurt you so bad if she doesn't get it. "Well call me."

She waited. And then hang up.

Suddenly, her cell started beeping. Nate's number flashed across the screen.

"Hey Nate," she picked up, almost relieved that it was not Blair. Yet. "You packing for Yale yet?"

He cleared his throat. "Hey, yeah. Has Blair called yet?"

A little smile formed on Serena's lips. If it were one thing that could make Blair happy, it would be Nate. It's almost amazing how great they were together, since Nate's just so laid back, and Blair always making a deal of everything. "No, I just called. I don't think she's home yet."

"Yeah. Hey, you wanna hang out."

"Yeah!" she laughed, afraid that nobody was ever gonna ask her that. "Why don't we find Blair first."

"I'll meet you guys at the Café."

"Hey Nate," Serena looked into the mirror. She looked gorgeous. Her pale blond hair fell on her shoulder. They were perfectly straight. "Blair had bangs right?"

"Yeah, she hated it though, she couldn't wait to grow it out." He chuckled lightly.

"Okay, I'll meet you there," she quietly hang up. She continued staring into the mirror. Maybe bangs won't look at bad.

She had a radiant soft glow to her skin, and everything seems to fall right into place on her face. She was perfect. But she didn't want to be perfect; she wanted a major change before going to college.

She pushed her hair back, they felt nice. She smiled lightly to herself. She knew exactly what she wanted.

Doesn't she always?

"Hey Vanessa," she greeted casually. She felt all the girl—and guys—staring at her. But she didn't mind.

"Hey, like the hair," Vanessa has gotten a hair cut too. Now her short fizzy hair is darker and shorter than ever. She had on a black tee that fell all the way down to her knees. She looked fine.

Serena ran a hand through her silky curly hair. They felt nice, she was sure that Blair was gonna like it.

She took a seat near the water fountain, flattening out her skirt. She watched as Vanessa set up the video camera; she looked nice in her new hair cut. She couldn't help but to let her mind wander.

Vanessa gave her the thumbs up sign.

She grinned into the camera. A perfect grin. "I'm already packing for Yale, and I'm really, really happy that I'm going to Yale," she stopped. She was never good with speeches. "And I'll have my friends ther—" she stopped herself before she could finish. Maybe she won't have her friends there. She's shy one friend. "I'll have Nate there." She forced a smile.

"I'm really looking forward to Yale," she laughed. "And I love the changes. So I guess overall, I'm pretty happy going to college."

"Thanks," Vanessa stopped the camera. She ran a hand through her short black hair.

"No prob. Hey, have you seen Blair?"

Vanessa looked up at her. "She just finished an interview earlier. I'm not sure where she is now."

"Thanks," Serena pushed her bangs out of her face. She felt her curls sway behind her as she walk.

Then, something caught her attention. It was a sign. A rather large sign.

"Adopt a sister or brother," she read. "Millions of kids around the world does not have an older sibling to set an example for them. Many are going through changes without anybody to talk to. Parents sometimes do not take care of them. So please have a kind heart and adopt a sister or brother."

Maybe this was her lucky day.

She walked up to stand. "Hi."

The guy looked up at her, giving her a quick smile. "Hi, are you here to adopt a sister or brother?"

He had dark brown hair, and a cooly tanned face. He had this dazzling smile.

"Yes, well, when you say adopt, you don't mean, like, literally adopting someone, right?" she pulled her golden curls back.

"Naw," he shook his head slightly, his fair falling in his eyes. Serena couldn't help but to be dazzled by his good looks. "You just get, like, a younger sibling to talk to. And you guys can have fun, and share stuffs together. It's really nice. But you don't get to, like, literally adopt them."

"It would be great to have a sister to talk to," she said to herself, her body tingling. "And we could go shopping together, and . . ."

"Yes," he said reassuring her. "It's like having a real sibling of you own." He cocked his head to the side, looking playful.

"I'll adopt one," she pushed her bangs back. "It'll be great."

He looked down at the list of names he was holding. "You'll have Rebecca Stein. She's great. Her parents are divorced, and her mother's an alcoholic. It's been really hard for her."

Serena was barely listening though. She was checking him out.

"You'll need your name and number here."

She quickly scribbled her name and number on the paper. "Are you gonna call me?"

"Of course," he gave her a polite smile.

Of course he will. Who wouldn't.