Why the hell was she here? Chuck rolled over in bed. Sunlight. Ow. It hurt his eyes and he buried his face in his pillow. Serena was sitting on the couch, looking bedraggled.

"Get out," he said. "And close those damn curtains."

"I did not come here to fix your life, or whatever. I came here to tell you that this little charade of yours is over. No one at school feels sorry for you. No one is wondering where you are. No one cares, Chuck. So you might as well give it up and come back. Go back to living your normal little life. Okay?"

"This is my normal life," Chuck snapped. His head hurt really, really bad. "This is me, Chuck Bass."

"Have you looked at yourself lately, Chuck? Because just looking at you is freaking me out, like I'm at a bad Halloween party." Serena carried a hand-held mirror over to him. "Take a good look."

Chuck looked. Fine, he was a little bit goth-looking. Okay, he was a lot goth-looking. Alright, he was downright ugly. But it wasn't like he cared. He didn't look scary enough to change, if that was what Serena wanted.

"Here, coffee," Serena pushed a cup of coffee towards him. Chuck took it and set it down on the nightstand, refusing to drink it. He didn't want to be sober.

"How'd you find me?" he asked.

"You're not really hard to miss," Serena said. "I saw you and figured that you were a little bit too drunk."

Chuck laughed an empty, hollow laugh. "My father is dead, thanks to your mother. What do you want me to do?"

"Yes, your father is dead, Chuck. It's time for you to realize that and move on. It's been almost a month. Unless this is no longer about your dad?" she asked.

Who did she think she was, his shrink? "Get out," he said.

"No," Serena said.

"Get out!!!" Chuck yelled, at the top of her lungs.

Serena actually went. But then she turned around. "Blair is moving on. She's doing great, if you were wondering." Then she left. Finally!

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"Hey," Vanessa said.

Jenny looked up from the new dress she was trying to make. "Trying" being the key word.

"Hi." She turned off her sewing machine and stretched her arms. Even though she and Vanessa had managed to apologize and forgive each other, it still felt wierd talking to the girl who had ruined every chance that she and Nate had had.

"How's it going?"

"Well, considering the fact that everyone around here has the eternal blues, I think it's going good."

Vanessa nodded and bit her lip. "Want to go hang out for a while?" she asked.

Jenny considered this. Stay here and hang out with your family who were all depressed, or go hang out with the girl who'd stolen the man of your dreams? The decision was a tough one.

"Actually, I'm thinking about staying around here today. I kind of need some alone time," she said, hinting that Vanessa should just leave her along.

Vanessa took the hint. "Okay. Well, call me later."

"I will." But it was an empty promise.

There was nothing to do in this freaking city. Let's see: Blair and Serena are gone. Dan is trying to get over Serena. Dad is...who knows? Nate and Vanessa are in love. Chuck is gone. And I am trying to get over Nate. What does one do? In a city full of everything, there was nothing.

Jenny decided to go to the park. She wrapped up warmly and strolled outside. She stopped and bought a cup of tea, then continued on her way. The park was almost empty, because normal people were curled up in their warm apartments with family and friends. Apparently Jenny wasn't normal.

"Bench taken?" asked someone.

Jenny looked up and found herself staring into the eyes of an angel. "Um, no," she said. "Well, except for me," she added. How stupid can you get? she asked herself.

He had light blonde hair and a muscular build. Kind of like someone else she knew.

"So you look totally bored," he said. "I'm John, by the way."

"Jenny," Jenny introduced herself. "And yeah, I am kind of bored. Just a little," she said laughing. "Winter is always kind of..."

"Yeah."

"And why are you out, braving the cold? Why aren't you staying inside like normal people?"

'I'm not normal," he said.

"That makes two of us," Jenny said.

"Why? I mean, why do you look so totally out of it?" he asked. "Sorry, don't mean to be nosy," he added.

Jenny looked at John, wondering why he was asking. "It's kind of a long story."

"I've got time."

"A really long story."

"I've got hours."

Jenny laughed. "Um, well..." Somehow she ended up telling him, a complete stranger, everything. It was in sheer desperation from not being able to tell her side of the story to someone. Someone who wouldn't judge.

"And he wasn't even mad at her for taking the letter?"

"No. He was mad at me."

John murmered sympathetically.

Jenny smiled long after they had parted. It felt really good to have talked to someone about all of this. Someone who didn't know any side of the story but her side. Someone who would take her side.

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"Yeah, Nate, man, it's John. So I just talked to Jenny. Just wanted to let you know that she's fine. She's got no feelings for you at all anymore. You owe me fifty bucks. Call me back."

John snapped his phone shut, grinning. Oh yes, Jenny was fine, indeed. She was perfect.