“Hey, so, how are you?”  He asks, and then mentally berates himself for this decision because she’s looking at him like he’s just escaped from a mental ward for even trying to speak to her.

“Um, I’m…good,” she responds hesitantly, pauses.  “Do I know you?”  He was expecting some kind of standoffish behavior, because this is ( Read more... )

Serena’s been in rehab twice now, first for alcohol, second, court-mandated, for coke.  Blair dies a little each time she sees her figure bland against the white, white walls.  It’s hospital clean, but it doesn’t have the same smell or the watercolor decor.  It’s one of those resort-styled detox centers, designed for movie stars and corporate big ( Read more... )