Blair arrived at Constance wearing hot shoes, nice hair and a great smile. Kati and Isabel were immediately at her side as she entered the room. Serena came in late as usual. Blair was contemplating on whether to make Serena's life a hell or just let things slide. She decided for the latter, it was partially Nate's fault. The first bell rang and everyone stopped gossiping about what happened between Blair and Serena, why the golden best friends are suddenly mortal enemies again, sides were being picked. Of course, Kati and Isabel would go with Blair, even though Serena was gorgeous as hell, Blair controlled the fashion scene. Mess with her and you're no one the next day.

Serena looked out the window sighing loudly. Fuck Lust. It messes things up. Why do I have to be so damn spontaneous? She thought to herself. She decided that apologies had to be made. What kind of friend was she? Just then her cell phone rang to the new song by Symptom called Vain Ambition.

"Hey" - She answered.

"Serena darling it's Guy Reed. We need models. Can you make it? Bring your friend." - The manager from the Les Best show called her.

"Pardon?" - She asked.

"We're having a charity fashion show, guess who we want to be the model? We saw your picture with that other gorg girl with the brown hair and striking blue eyes, Blair Waldorf! That's it. We want you for our show. Can you make it?" - He asked her.

"I don't know. I mean I'd have to ask her." - She said, but feeling totally excited of the idea of being in the runway in this year's hottest clothes with her best friend. What a perfect way to fix a friendship!

"You'll be here. Meet me in a week at the store. Kiss. Kiss." - Guy said as he hung up.

Today seems like a fucking awesome day. She might have to skip the last two periods but why the fuck not. She got into all the colleges she applied to.

Meanwhile on the other side of the room...

Blair looked at her Cartier watch, 5 more fucking hours before she can head home or do some more shopping. From the corner of her eye she noticed Serena on the phone and noticed her discreetly leave the cafeteria. She really missed having her around, even though she was always zoned out and such a careless ass once in a while. Sometimes you need people like that. She decided that she'll forgive her, it'll just take a hot pair of shoes to seal the deal.

Right when school ended and Blair finished looking around at Bendel's and coming out with a hot top that would totally look good with her leather mini she decided to head home and check out that new club in town. Her laptop was open and she received new mail. It was from Serena.

To: Bwaldorf

From: SvanderWoodsen

Subject: Impromptu Fashion Week

First off. I've been a shitty friend and a careless idiot. I'm the first to admit that. It was totally wrong what I did, what we did and you shunning me from your life is totally acceptable and understandable. I've done a lot of wrong things in the past. This one sucks the most. You and Nate belong to each other. I'm sorry. I really am. Secondly. I've decided to make it up to you. You know the fashion show I did in February for Les Best. We'll they're having a charity show and guess who they want to model for them? In their own words, Blair Waldorf! You're going to make it big! So what do you say? Say you'll do it please! Please! We get to keep the clothes and the shoes. Call me if you decide to come.

Love Always,

Serena

P.S. Try looking under your bed.

Blair immediately looked under her bed and saw the familiar box. Manolo Blahnik shoes were her weakness. She quickly opened it and read the note attached to it.

Saw them and immediately thought of you, Blair Bear! You would totally look hot on them. Warning though, this and the wearer will break a lot of hearts so I'd better say watch out town!

Love,

Serena

She picked up her phone and called Serena.

"Meet me at the new club at 8." -She said as she hung up. It was 7:00 and she needed that full hour to get ready. Of course Serena could put on her brother's tattered jeans and still look like a goddess. Lucky Bitch.

- -

Serena retrieved her messages and go the one from Blair. Does this mean we're patching things up? One thing's for sure; I better not be fucking late. She ran a brush through her golden mane looked at her closet picked the first thing she saw and put it on. She grabbed her purse and stuffed her necessities in an itty-bitty purse. She ran down her apartment and hailed a cab. 5 immediately pulled up, beauty an inconvenience? I think not.

She arrived two minutes before seven and immediately noticed Blair. She was the girl with the gorgeous shoes, smoking, and oblivious to the world.

"Blair!" - She said as she went up to Blair. They kissed each other's cheeks and went inside the bar. Serena was nervous even though Blair did invite her for a night out in town, she hasn't said anything.

They got a table and Blair started fidgeting with her ruby pinky ring.

"Look Serena about the whole thing with Nate..." - Blair started.

"I'm a careless idiot. Nate and you are meant for each other! You guys were made for each other. I guess I just got caught up with the moment.. and you know how I get. If it feels good right now I'll jump at it." - Serena said super fast but Blair still understood what she said.

"It's okay. Well it's not okay. But.. I guess I'm willing to overlook it, because well, because I really need a best friend right now. Besides I should have Nate long before. I guess this just opened my eyes." - She said looking at the dance floor.

There was an awkward silence as the two girls took in what the other just said.

"Fuck it. Let's just dance, get drunk, and live happily until hang over kicks in."- Serena said as she dragged Blair to the dance floor.

At 1 o'clock and after rounds of many drinks Blair's vision was a bit muddled. The taxi driver just dropped Serena and Blair off at the Tribeca Star Hotel since it was the first thing that came out of their mouths. They got themselves a room and rode the elevator to the top floor with a guy with sunglasses on even though it was the middle of the night, or early morning, and a guitar case in his hands. He kept on looking at the two giggling and drunk girls. Blair looked at him and thought he looked familiar.

"Do I know you?" - She asked him a bit loudly.

"No I don't think so."- He said.

Serena and Blair started laughing.

"You look awful.. I mean awfully familiar. Are you sure I've never like hired a hit man to kill you? Oops. Doesn't make sense. You would have been dead if I hired someone to kill you." - She said as Serena laughed.

"What he's like dead and we're in the elevator with a dead man, like a ghost or something?" - Blair asked Serena.

"Go poke him to see if he's real or something." - She whispered loudly enough for the stranger to hear. He was smirking hearing the conversation and laughed when Blair tried to walk a straight line towards him.

She fell on him.

"Yep he's real." - She said before fainting on the stranger's arms.

"Oops. Did she die?" - She asked him.

"No she's alive. Just drunk." - He answered as he lifted Blair easily.

"Can you help me drag my friend into our room?" - Serena asked seriously just as the elevator opened to their floor.

"Do I really have a choice?" He muttered and carried Blair into the suite.

1111 was painted on the door, after lifting Blair into the bed he walked out not even glancing at the other girl.

It wasn't until later on in the privacy of his room did he realize that somehow the brown haired girl's bag was in his hands. He didn't really want to snoop in but fuck he thought he at least deserved to find out the name of the damsel he just saved. He opened the Dior purse and found her Constance Billard ID.

Blair Waldorf nice to meet you my name's Trenton Ashwyn the lead singer of Symptom.

- - -

Hey People

Sightings:

B and S dancing like no tomorrow in the new hard to get in club, Ynsanyti. Later on seen checking in at the Tribeca and getting in the elevator with a tall, hot, and mysterious stranger, I wonder.. N smoking, as usual, while girls ogled at him. K and I trying on the same hot shoes that B has.

Dear GG

Can you hook me up with that hot ass S? I'm totally in love with her

-Pining

Dear Pining

There's a wait list. Besides, what makes you think S would go out with someone who's asking for her over the internet?

-Gossip Girl

You know you love me,

Gossip Girl

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