Author's Note: Well, here's part two. Please review, people! I got a bunch of alerts, but only two reviews. Anyway, enjoy!

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People who need people are the luckiest people in the world.

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Serena heard gagging from one of the stalls. She allowed her eyes to fall to the floor where she saw a pair of royal blue Christian Louboutin pumps sticking out of the bathroom stall. She recognized those shoes. She and Blair had bought them last week at Bergdorf's during their infamous shopping trip with Chuck and Nate.

Serena stood there, frozen. She could hear her heart pounding in her chest as she stood there, unsure of what to do. She heard Blair flush the toilet, and an overwhelming panic washed over her body as she tried to think of what to do.

Finally, she settled for hiding in the bathroom stall and scampered in there as quickly as possible.

After a few moments, she heard Blair's phone ring, and listened as Blair picked it up.

"Hello, mother," Blair answered, "I'm out with Serena. I told you we were going shopping today. No, I didn't wear the Von Furstenburg…I thought you liked it on me. You said the color brought out my eyes…oh…well…okay…I guess I could take it back. I'll see you tonight. Yes, Serena and I ate. Sushi. I-I didn't eat too much…okay…bye."

Serena heard her phone click shut.

"Love you too, mom," Blair muttered.

God, she felt bad for Blair. She knew Eleanor and Blair weren't best friends or anything. But she didn't know Eleanor could be so…cruel. They always kept a cool exterior around Serena.

A few moments later, Serena could hear the sounds of buttons pounding into Blair's phone.

"H-Hi, Nate? It's Blair," Blair muttered.

Serena could very faintly tell that Blair was on the verge of tears. Never in their ten years of friendship had Serena ever seen Blair cry. As she stood, leaning against the bathroom stall of Match 65, Serena questioned if they even had a friendship. There was so much Blair didn't tell her.

"Oh…no reason. I just wanted to say hi…I miss you. Okay, well, have fun at lacrosse. I guess I'll talk to you later. I-I love you. Bye," Blair spoke.

Serena sure didn't see that coming. She thought Blair was Nate's top priority…it always seemed like that around Serena at least.

Once again, she heard the familiar pounding of keys into Blair's phone.

"H-Hi, Chuck?" Blair greeted, and tears were evident in her voice, "Can you talk or are you tending to your flavor of the week? Nothing…I-I'm just having a bad day. Everything's wrong...my mom, Nate, my parents are fighting. Could I come over tonight when I'm done hanging out with Serena? Dinner at Tavern on the Green sounds great. See you tonight."

Serena felt an overwhelming feeling of nausea settle into her stomach. Blair opened up to Chuck more than she did her? Was she really that bad of a friend? She had to talk to her.

Opening the bathroom stall, Serena stepped out to see Blair clutching her phone, silent tears rolling down her flushed cheeks.

"Serena? How long have you been in here?" Blair confronted, immediately wiping away her tears and putting her poker face back in place.

"Long enough," Serena answered.

The two girls stood there for a few minutes, just staring at one another, tears eventually flowing freely down Blair's face. Despite her obvious upset, she continued to keep her face completely calm and collected.

After a few moments, Serena wrapped her arms around friend, pulling her into an embrace.

"Why didn't you talk to me?" Serena questioned.

"I don't know," Blair mumbled.

"Blair, you're my best friend. When something's wrong, you can talk to me. I'll always be here," Serena promised.

"But your life is perfect. You wouldn't understand," Blair confronted.

"I think I understand more than Chuck," Serena responded.

"Believe it or not, Chuck gets it," Blair explained.

"And I don't?" Serena replied.

"No, you don't," Blair spat, "All the world loves the amazing Serena Van der Woodsen. You always get your way."

"That's not true, B. And even if it were, you could still talk to me," Serena pleaded.

"No, I couldn't," Blair insisted.

"Why not?" Serena pressed.

"Because. Then you'll know that my life isn't perfect," Blair reasoned.

Serena could never quite understand Blair's obsession with perfection. She always wanted everything to be flawless, and blocked out anything that wasn't.

"Blair, please. I'm begging you. If you don't tell me when something's wrong, then this isn't even a real friendship. I'm just your shopping buddy," Serena explained.

"No, you're not. You're my best friend," Blair insisted, a slight smile gracing her features.

"Then talk to me, please," Serena begged followed a by a long pause, "Blair, please. I won't judge. You just need to tell me when something's going on with you."

"Fine," Blair chuckled a bit, as Serena pulled her into a hug.

"Blair, bulimia? How long has this been going on?" Serena confronted.

"You heard that?" Blair inquired.

"Yes, I did," Serena confirmed, "Why would you do that to yourself?"

"I-I don't know," Blair responded vaguely.

"Blair, come on. You said you would talk to me," Serena pressed.

"It gives me a sense of…control," Blair supplied, tears forming ever so slightly in her chocolate colored eyes, "I feel like I'm in control of the situation and that feels good. Not my mother, not Nate, not karma, just me. I'm so sick of never being good enough, or thin enough, or pretty enough, and I don't know how to explain it…it just makes me feel better. Like I can be perfect."

Rather than responding, Serena just wrapped her arms around her friend

Serena Van Der Woodsen had been best friends with Blair Waldorf since their first day of kindergarten, but it was safe to say that that was the day their friendship truly began.

A/N: Well, I hope you guys liked it! I know this chapter was completely cheesy and short. Review please! :)