Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girls or any of the book's characters. Just this plot, thankyouverymuch.
England is the key to her heart—or is it?
Blair stared at her amazing collection of shoes. Which ones would she take? The Manolos were a given. What else? Christian Louboutins, Ferragamos… These were the times that she hated having too many shoes.
Right.
She threw her head back and closed her eyes. She imagined what it would be like when she would meet Lord Marcus' family—They'd have lunch in the Manor while talking about international affairs, politics and the latest fashion trends. His parents are going to be so totally taken away by her, that Lord Marcus has to practically lock them away somewhere just to get them off her. Then he'd take her shopping around England, and then at night, propose his undying love for her under the starlit sky while presenting her with an engagement ring bigger than Paris Hilton's. They'd kiss, and all the fireworks would go off, ending a perfect evening.
Yes, she could all see it now, as she smiled to herself. She stood up and picked a couple more items from the dresser and finally had to get another Louis Vuitton suitcase to carry another batch of her clothes. She had to look good for him, and his parents, and the whole American nation. She didn't want the Brits to think she had bad taste.
Suddenly her sleek, new Nokia camera phone rang. It said 'Nate' on the screen. She wondered why she didn't have the guts to remove his number or divert his call to like, Serena's cell or something. Or to Chuck's, for a joke.
"What?" She answered icily.
"Blair?" Nate asked, his voice calm yet confused. "I was just wondering,"
"What?" She repeated in the same tone. She didn't have time for this, when she had so many clothes to pack. She didn't have time to think about backing out just because she heard Nate's voice.
"What time your flight leaves tomorrow." He said dejectedly.
"I don't know," She said, trying to sound distracted, "Eight AM? Why would you care?"
"Nothing." Nate answered. "Have a safe trip, Blair. Goodbye."
She pressed the red button on her phone and let a tear fall down her face. She didn't need this at all.
For the sake of companionshipSerena walked down the sidewalk, eating a huge ice cream cone. Blair had gone to pack, and now she was all alone. It was kind of boring, but at least she didn't have to put up with Blair's nerves. Don't get her wrong, she loved Blair like a twin sister, but sometimes she can make you feel nervous when you're not. She planned on getting a new DVD and going home, but she didn't know what movie, exactly. She stared at the ice cream, seeing the swirls of red mixed in with the vanilla base. Too preoccupied, she bumped into someone.
"Hey!" The guy said, wearing a green Lacoste collared shirt with a shaved head.
"Aaron?" Serena asked, looking at him. Sure, she'd seen him on the yacht, but this time she saw him up close. Obviously his hair's changed, maybe along with that his style, and he looked kind of tan which made him look like a cute soccer player.
"Serena!" He replied in a happy tone. He wore the shirt today just for a change, see if it suited him. And also the fact that his step mom had all of his old clothes sent for Laundry just so he can wear a new outfit. "Glad to bump into you." He grinned.
"Sorry about that." She apologized, flashing her perfect smile that should've made the ice cream melt if it were human. But luckily for Aaron, Serena was his ex girlfriend. He was kind of immune to her charms, but still he was like any other guy.
"So, where's our little Lord-ess?" Aaron asked her.
"Packing. You know how she gets all neurotic." Serena said with a laugh. "Wanna walk with me?" She asked.
How could a guy resist.
"Sure, nothing to do here anyway." Aaron said nonchalantly, and suddenly all the other guys in the street wished they were him.
"So," He started, "Where are you going this fall?"
"Yale with Blair and Nate." She replied, as she bit off a piece of the waffle cone. "But then they're going to get back together, and I remain the third wheel."
"Why'd you pick it? I mean, you got into almost all of the schools you applied to." Aaron asked.
"They were creeping me out. Like there were these bunch of sorority girls from Princeton who kept on emailing me and making me a member of their sorority." She kicked off a stone in the path and watched it slide near a telephone booth. "So, what are you doing this summer?" She asked.
"Nothing much. Home, then little Yale, I suppose." He said, thinking about his options in his head. He could ask his dad to send him to Harvard early, or to a vacation somewhere.
"Wanna hang out? I mean, with Blair in England, it's too lonely." She said, throwing her unfinished ice cream cone in the trash.
"It might be kind of fun," He murmured to himself. Serena and him were cool right? Otherwise she wouldn't be asking this question. "Sure, why not."
"Great!" Serena answered giddily, and linked her arm into his. "By the way," She said, eyeing him from head to toe mockingly, "That shirt looks great on you."
Aaron just smiled and walked. This was going to be an interesting summer.
Hey people!
Some of you might be going out of town this summer, and a plane is so boring. I know! Why not have a road trip! Remember when our favorite Upper-East siders went for their collage interviews? That is too fun.
Sightings
B at Bendel's, trying to buy new shoes that suited her pink Donna Karan dress. I say, she's going to break Imelda Marcos' record for having the most number of shoes. S and A, sauntering along the avenue, playfully arguing about the movie they just saw. Hmm… is there romance looming? Our favorite N, playing lacrosse with some of his stoner buddies. I guess he wants to enjoy his last day of freedom. C with K and I, with matching Fendi scarves, bringing C's little pet monkey to the vet. D still mastering the art of the clutch.
Your Email
Q: Dear GG,
My friend is going away to bording school. Can you help me stop her?
-strawberry
A: Dear strawberry,
Who says you can't stop her? I do. Remember the saying "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em?" Well, that's what I would do. Good luck on that.
-GG
People make up, and people break up. This is the stuff of gossip. Seems like our plain, old boring summer is having a sexy new twist to it. And you know I'll be here, watching.
You know you love me,
Gossip Girl
