::Serena had just taken a shower but her hair was wet. She quickly brushed it and didn't bother to put any make up on. She threw on a frayed denim miniskirt and a lacoste polo.::
Fuck Blair's gonna kill me...
::Serena was always late so hopefully Blair would be too. But Blair was always on time no matter who was showing up...::
10 minutes late....
::She ran as fast as her boots would carry her and pushed open the door to the coffee shop::
::Blair looked up at Serena ran in the door. Frankly, she looked like shit. Well, to Blair she looked like shit. Her hair was messy and her shirt was wrinkely. But honestly, she looked hot. Serena always looked hot. Blair watched as the other guys in the room turned to look at Serena. This always happened::
"It's fine. Here" ::She slid a coffee across the table to Serena::
"Thanks I'm so, so, sorry!"
::She smoothed her hair and looked at her reflection in one of the mirrors with the menu written on it they had.::
Eh, it could be worse...
"So what's up?"
"Nothing. Just, trying to figure out how I'm going to avoid my stupid mother and her barbaric beast for the evening"
::She paused and looked at Serena::
"What are you up to tonight?"
"Um....not too much I hear a new restaurant opened in Soho. I met the owner and he said:
::She put on a fake italian accent::
"He would love for beautiful girl to come with beautiful brown haired friend."
"Are you sure he didn't say" ::Blair copied Serena's fake accent::
"I want you to come have sex in my bed- and if your ucky brown haired friend wants to join, then I'll do what i must to get you!"
::She sayed with the accent::
"No, no I am sure he said restaurant and not...bed."
::Blair pushed her hair behind her ear and sipped her coffee::
"Lets do it then? Tonight...eight? Meet me at my place?"
"So...what are you going to wear? Oh! You should wear those Miu Miu boots that you got on tuesday!"
"Hmm.. yeah. I'll figure it out. What are YOU going to wear"
::Serena had the hottest clothes and wished she was an inch smaller so she could fit into them::
"Oh...I'll figure it out at the last minute..."
::She waved her hand casually.::
"Should we invite anyone else?"
"It doesn't matter"
::The thought of Nate made her sick right now. Even though she wanted him to be there so bad. And the way Aaron had been looking at Serena lately made her uncomfortable::
"Whoever you want"
"How about just us."
::She knew what Blair was thinking...she always did it was an ability only they had::
::Relief spread over Blair's face. She loved how Serena knew exactly what she wanted all the time::
"That sounds good"
"Just a girls night."
"Yeah, i really need that."
I will miss the boys though...
::Nate walked into 3Guys coffee shop after lacrosse practice. He was wearing a grass stained sweatshirt and gym mesh shorts. All the girls in the room drooled as he walked in, but he was oblivious. He looked over and saw Serena and Blair sitting.::
The two most beautiful girls in New York..
::He walked over.::
"Hey Serena, Hey Blair."
((what is nate and blair's status? not dating..? are we saying its the end of the 5th book?))
::Blair looked up and saw Nate. Her Nate standing there. Why had he addressed Serena first. To Blair it seemed like Serena would always be first in Nate's book, as much as that hurt::
"Hey Baby" ::She plastered a smile on her face then fidgeted with her hands on the table::
::He leant down and gave her a kiss on the cheek.::
"How are you?"
::He pulled over a chair from the next table. Nate had been missing Blair lately, and he didn't know why. They weren't together, and he was no longer with Georgie- she was too messed up for even him.::
::Blair felt her stomach flop around. She wanted Nate so bad. But no... she couldn't have him. He didn't want her::
"I'm fine" ::Blair said as unemotional as possible, thoughts of Nate suddenly flashing in her head. He had hurt her- she couldn't just forgive him::
::Nate could tell Blair was distant. He was starting to really miss her.::
Is she actually over me now.. when I think I want her again?
"What have you been up to?"
"Nothing. Serena and I were just talking about going to this new Italian place in Soho"
I want him...No. You can't have him Blair. You know that
"Oh, I think I've heard of it. Supposed to be good."
::He ran a hair through his messy hair.::