Blair Waldorf sighed as she reclined into the cushy seat of her limo. Her brand-new tiny Yorkie puppy, Mochi, was curled in her lap, so she couldn't move. But she could still talk to Serena Van Der Woodsen, who was sitting next to Blair. It was the other girl who was keeping the limo in an awkward silence. Jenny Humphrey was sitting in the other side of the limo, curled up so as to take up as little space as possible. Her two pink duffle bags were nothing compared to the nine brown Ralph Lauren suitcases that Serena and Blair were sharing (four for Blair, four for Serena, and one for shoes and Mochi's clothes). Jenny was staring at the red logos printed all over the bags with a sense of longing. The only initials on her bags were "JH."
"Girls? We're here." Blair's driver stopped the car and got out. He opened the door for them, holding it open as Blair carefully scooped Mochi into her new brown-and-pink canvas Juicy doggy carrier. Both Serena and Blair grabbed their matching Coach bags and got out. Jenny did her best to hide her fake Louis Vuitton purse that, until now, had always seemed really nice. But now that she could see and compare her fake to the other girls' real purses, well, it just wasn't really a contest. Her purse looked tacky and fake compared to theirs. Jenny hoped she didn't look tacky and fake compared to the other girls, but she was afraid that she did.
Her dark True Religion capris-the only pair she owned- were the highlight of her somewhat sloppy-looking outfit. Her heart-shaped Tiffany lock was cute, but it was on a non-Tiffany thin silver chain. She'd thought the charm itself would be enough to add some edge to her outfit, but it just didn't compare to the Tiffany-charm-loaded bracelets on Serena and Blair's narrow wrists. She was afraid that her pale pink tank top, layered over a brown one, simply didn't match up to Serena and Blair's carefully crafted outfits. And she knew her old brown Old Navy flip-flops didn't.
Serena had on a pair of light wash pre-destroyed Rock & Republic jeans, a black tank top, and caramel colored Uggs. Her blonde waves had been carefully tamed, deep conditioned, and made into looses curls. A heart-shaped tag hung off of her Tiffany bracelet. Jenny could see that there were also a few different silver Tiffany charms on it too: a Tiffany box charm, a dog, a purse, a square lock with "T & CO" engraved on it, a "B", an "S", a shopping bag, an Eiffel tower, and a tiny taxi cab.
Blair had on a Chanel destroyed denim micro-mini over a pair of black Betsey Johnson leggings. Her pink Lacoste tank top peeked out from under her blue v-neck Guess? by Marciano t-shirt. Her heart-shaped Return to Tiffany charm on her chunky Tiffany bracelet. It held the same charms as Serena's.
Every time they kissed a boy who was definitely NOT their boyfriend, they would buy two charms: one for herself, one for the other girl. Every time their boyfriends tried to scam on Blair with Serena (or vice-versa), they bought two more charms. Blair had come dangerously close to getting them another charm last night, at their going-away party.
The first time Nate tried to scam on Blair with Serena (and, unknown to Blair, had been successful), they'd bought the bracelets. The next day, Blair heard and went out. She got majorly drunk off of her parent's wine, and then had kissed slimy Chuck. (Ew!) She'd bought them the locks, as though to say, "This subject is locked." (A/N: Ack! bad puns!!!) This had started the whole charm-buying thing. They now had a total of nine charms on their guilt bracelets. There were five kissing charms and four cheating charms. And the two girls were almost proud of it, for some bizarre reason.
Jenny knew this, and she wished she could be so rich and exotic, to be able to treat her guilt by buying overpriced little charms for herself and her ultra-cool best friend. But with her allowance, she couldn't even afford the cab fair to get into New York City, which was where the biggest Tiffany store was.
The fabulosity would have to wait until she was on Blair and Serena's good side. Until then…