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A/N: Thanks to rawrxDL0ver for reviewing the last chapter. :D

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CHAPTER 3: Two Years, Four Months and Seven Days After 10-08-05

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Spotted: Lonely Boy… giving 100 percent justice to the name. Why so gloomy? Those dark circles under your eyes don't help in any bit. Haven't been sleeping well, Lonely Boy?

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The distress and frustration was like preparing for the SATs all over again. But unlike the SATs, this wasn't a test; it was reality. Choking in tests was one thing; choking in real life… was another.

"Argh!"

That was the last straw. Actually, to be more accurate, the last sheet of paper Dan Humphrey had. How could one possibly force himself to write a Lit paper on the love between Romeo and Juliet after the past days' events? It was impossible! Hence, the heaping waste basket. Where is his laptop, you ask? Oh, he's tried- only to be dangerously ruining his eye sight. Staring at a blinking cursor and a bright screen unyieldingly for three straight hours wasn't good at all.

Again, hence, the heaping waste basket.

With no decent paper left and a defeated sigh, he put away his school things. Instead, he opened his drawer, took out an old notebook and opened it from the back. It was a school notebook from the past two school years. At the back of the notebook were doodles, stories, and all sorts of nonsense and perfect sense. It was his escape, his release, his stress reliever, whatever you may call it.

If only he could pass a Lit paper about hurt, pain, anger, and sadness, then he was on a roll. Romeo and Juliet was a tragedy anyway, right?

But, and a big but at that, Romeo and Juliet's love wasn't tragic at all. In fact, it was one of the greatest and most wonderful stories of love known in literature. He knew that, at least. And writing with a broken heart, to say the least, wouldn't do Romeo and Juliet's dying for love any justice at all.

So, the Lit paper was hopeless for now. Maybe if he released some of the negative vibes then he'd be much better later. And maybe, writing about Romeo and Juliet's love would be a little less grueling.

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Two Years, Four Months and Seven Days After 10-08-05

Two years, four months, and seven days ago, I met Serena Van der Woodsen, the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. She only spoke two sentences to me then, but I have never forgotten her.

She was away for a while, but I can still remember when I saw her again on that momentous day in Grand Central. A simple twist of fate found me in the Palace Hotel at several occasions and the rest was history.

Serena became more than just the girl of my dreams. She was there in every waking moment. That beautiful girl, who only spoke two sentences to me, spoke so much more.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

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Before he could even continue to the alleged hurt, pain, anger, and sadness, his phone rang.

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Hey. Can we meet after class tomorrow? I'm not forcing you but I really hope to see you… You perfectly know what I want to talk to you about.

Ooh, how polite. This is gonna be interesting, thought Dan.

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A/N: I know it's short again. I'm sorry. But please, please review. Your reviews mean so much to me. Suggestions, comments, anything at all. Thank you! XOXO