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i am SO sorry this is late squemmy - blame me only getting back yesterday and having serious jetlag eww.
together
S - We can get through this together
B - Promise?
S - Promise.
The Upper Eastside were out in force; after all, it was their golden girl’s birthday party. Everything that happened that night would surely appear on Gossip Girl in the morning, whether people remembered what they’d done or not.
The teenagers had taken over a suite of the Palace and it hadn’t taken long for any of them to settle in. Already, the music was blaring and the guests grinding on the makeshift dance floor. Not that it looked it.
Everything was done to perfection. The music, the food, the invitees and of course the presents. Serena had arrived, looking amazing as usual, a short golden dress adorning her pure gold body. She was getting all the attention that night, and she deserved it.
So what Blair didn’t understand was; why did her best friend not look happy? Not even that - Serena looked downright miserable.
If Blair had had every guys’ adoring eyes glued on her, every girls’ jealous glare upon her, she would have been having the time of her life. This was Serena’s 17th birthday. She was supposed to be enjoying herself. She wasn’t even helping herself to the free alcohol; surely a birthday first for Miss Van der Woodsen.
It was then that Blair decided to act.
Her best friend was not going to be unhappy on her birthday. It was simply not allowed to happen.
The brunette marched purposefully across the room, sending glares and brush offs to either side of her until she reached the girl she wanted. Having completed that, she softly put her hand on Serena’s.
“Wanna go watch Breakfast at Tiffany’s?”
The smile on Serena’s face meant everything to Blair. They knew each other more than anyone. They could make each other’s day with such a simple sentence. It showed once again why they were best friends; why they could get through the dramas of high school.
Together.
trust
S - Do you miss him?
M - Every day.
“This is the worst birthday of my LIFE!”
Marissa thought her best friend was seriously overreacting. But she continued to play the best friend part perfectly.
“I’m sure he didn’t mean to…”
“You what? He, he-” Marissa smiled brightly.
“You mean Seth Cohen?” Summer glared back at her but continued with her rant despite it.
“I was trying to do that thing where I try not to acknowledge he exists. But anyway, I cannot believe Cohen freaking forgot my birthday!” She was turning red in the face, and Marissa was feeling slightly scared.
“Well, I guess it’s a fairly easy thing to do. This is Seth we’re talking about here.” This wasn’t helping at all, Marissa could tell.
“What are you talking about? He may be a dumbass but I have been reminding him about him for the last three freaking months!” The last four words were accompanied by the thumping of her pillow. Marissa decided that it was time to get her out of there.
“Come on, let’s go to the Crab shack. I’ll buy the chilli fries?” She could tell she had won her best friend over although she was grumbling as she stood.
“Well this was not how I was imagining my 17th birthday night to go. But fine.” She dragged out the last word, and Marissa simply smirked.
“Come on, just forget about Seth.” Summer jumped in remarkably quickly.
“But I don’t wanna forget about him! I like him!” She corrected herself hurriedly, “Well, you know, sometimes.”
They talked amiably until they reached the café, although Summer was still sullen.
“Wait, why the hell are the blinds shut? It’s shut? No, this place cannot be shut. It’s just, completely impossible!”
Marissa simply smiled a secret smile and headed on past her best friend, and straight into the Crab Shack. She knew that Summer would follow only seconds later. Which she did, only to be greeted by the world’s biggest,
“SURPRISE!”
Summer didn’t notice, nor greet the many people smiling at her in celebration. Instead, she marched straight up to Seth and whacked him hard around the head.
“Ass!”
magic
"And what if I wave my wand and nothing happens?"
"Throw it away and punch him on the nose," Ron suggested.
“Wooohooooo!” Harry heard a scream of delight, followed by a wail of pain from the boys’ dormitory upstairs. Not a minute later and a flash of re light shot down the stairs and landed in front of the fire and next to Harry. It turned out it was his best friend, Ron. And the cause for all this excitement was that it was Ron’s 17th birthday.
“So where’s ‘Mione?” The redhead looked around indignantly.
“Uhh…” Harry was painfully aware that it was only 5am (and therefore Hermione wouldn’t want to be awake). He had given her a night off however, no chance of sleep for him the night before.
“Instead of waiting, like Harry thought any normal person would have done; Ron decided in a moment of madness, Harry was sure, that he should attempt to climb the girls’ dormitory stairs.
Only to shoot back down the slide not 5 seconds later.
“Ronald? What are you doing?” Hermione had followed him down the newly transformed stairs quiute gracefully and was now stood above Ron who was sprawled across the floor.
“It’s my birthday!” He tried to emphasise, but she was having none of it. She rolled her eyes as Harry spoke.
“Yeah we know that today Ron; just like we knew yesterday and the days before that; and even since we celebrated your half birthday six months ago.” Ron grinned a toothy smile.
“Good! Now presents!” Harry and Hermione shared a secret smile - they knew Ron wasn’t going to like what was coming next. Sure enough, it started to dawn as Ron looked wildly around the room.
His face fell as it became clear that there were no presents.
Zilch.
Nada.
There wasn’t even anything from his parents. Ron was about to yell until he realised that his two best friends were falling about laughing in the corner. Clearly, his reaction had been just as they’d hoped. Narrowing his eyes, Ron stood above them.
“What have you two done?” he said slowly so that it would sink in. Unfortunately, this angry attempt to quieten them had the opposite effect. They just laughed harder.
“Sorry on, we just thought seen as you’re 17, you might want more of a challenge to find your presents.” Harry beamed yet it only made Ron scowl more; until he had his most fantastic idea yet. He went to run up to his room before turning back to shout at them:
“You do realise I am way too mature for all of this now. I’m 17! In muggle England I could drive a car right now!” he meant this to be serious, however Hermione nd Harry just spluttered loudly.
“Ronald, I hope you realise that there is no way you’d ever be let in the driving seat of a car.” Ron stomped up the stairs, only to return a minute later with his wand.
“Ohhh no.” Harry and Hermione quickly stood up to try and stop their best friend. Whenever he was excited or even angry - there was no telling what his magic might do.
“Back off you two. This is a simple spell; I’ve used it hundreds of times before. Well, Harry has.” He grinned an before his friends reached him, he had spoken, no screeched, the words.
“ACCIO PRESENTS!”
Nothing happened for a few minutes and Harry and Hermione thought they were safe. But then from far away, they started to hear a whistling sound. Leaning his head out of the window, Ron began to yell;
“They’re here, they’re HERE!”
Excited, Ron didn’t move until the presents shot through the window; straight into the birthday boy sending him flying across the room, a loud ‘oof’ resounding from deep inside him
Catching his breath, Ron sat up and grinned madly, the look on his face purely magical.
“Bloody hell!”
partners.in.crime.
love you squemmy!sorry again that its late and not so good.