【 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ━━ 𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 】

𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲, kiss me on my lips
𝗲𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 - 𝗽𝗶𝗹𝗼𝘁.
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WHILE ON ONE SIDE of the bridge a young blond talked her brother into procuring the love of his life. On the other side, a brunette was trying to show hers how much she loved him. Only to be stopped by the most devastating words, "He slept with Serena." B sobs over the phone.

"What?" I question disorientated. Sitting up I rub the sleep out of my eyes, "Nate." Blair clarifies.

"Where are you now?" I ask her, "Almost home." she informs me. Pulling the covers off I get out, "I'm going to grab us a tub of chocolate ice cream. We can drown the pain in it, okay?" I offer.

"Okay." she echos, "Want to stay on the phone?" I ask her. Hearing her sniff I know she wants to, "Please." she whispers. Placing my phone on the counter I set it on loudspeaker as I proceed to open up the freezer, "Why don't I tell you about how annoying Tom was." I start. Making her chuckle, "Did you know he tried to kiss me?" I ask her, "He did?"

"Yes!"

"I thought you left that in the summer." she recites what I said maybe a million times before, "I did," I nod. Shaking my head I bite my lip, "I thought we did." I sigh. Hearing her hum, I nudge the freeze close with my bum, "What happened?" she questions.

Explaining every detail of what happened she gasps and comments at my words, "Then the only question is; did you want him to?" she asks me. Causing me to stay silent, "You did, didn't you?" B guesses, "I don't know what I want." I confess.

"Just... it's probably because he was my first sexual experience, and I- I guess I kinda got attached to him." I tell her, "Besides, you and him were the only thing keeping me standing."

"He took advantage of your state, V. That's being an asshole." B denies, "He didn't force himself." I say, defending him. Moving on from the sink I take out two spoons, "If anything I did on him. I initiated the kiss." I tell her.

Setting the pine in a microwave for ten seconds softening the ice. Taking it out, I move up the stairs. Now being able to put the spoons in, I set up Breakfast at Tiffany's — her go-to, her inspiration and comfort — just in time for B her arrival.

Watching the beloved film, we eat ice cream — well, I eat ice cream — only to be disturbed by the sound of a blast. Rolling my eyes, I groan at the internet bully, "If I find out who she is. I will personally punch her in the face." I tell Blair, who laughs at my angry face.

Fast forwarding, the next morning the Archibalds are running together, something that comforts Nate. Which doesn't relax him as much as he had hoped as his dad pushes harder and harder on them not breaking up. Leaving us with a call from Nate, "He wants to go out." B says covering the horn.

Making me shake my head. While she nods, "Sure, sushi? At two?" she asks. Hanging up I raise a brow, "B..." I trail off, "Maybe he will explain it." Blair tries. Pursing my lips I nod, "Just for an explanation. You aren't going back to him, right?"

"We will see. Maybe it was just the alcohol—" B tries, "Alcohol is not a reason to be unfaithful." I deny. Looking at me her brows furrow, "I love him." she reminds me, "I know, and if he loves you as much as you do him. He would have never done it." I remind her.

Sighing she stands up from her bed, "Why can't you be happy for me?" she questions, "I am." I tell her, "Just because Campbell doesn't want you. It does not mean I can't have a boyfriend." B snaps, "He has nothing to do with it." I debate.

Tapping her chin she nods, "Oh, no, because it's Tom now, right?" B hums, "News flash; he doesn't want you either. If he did, he would have asked you out by now." she calls out.

Her words cause a burning feeling on the back of my eyes, "Yeah." I nod, "Val..." she trails off, now realising the words that left her lips, were more a slap in the face.

"No, you are right." I deny. Standing up from her bed I walk to the door, "Have fun on your date with Nate." I tell her. Leaving the room, the brunette following after me. Opening my door I close it right before her face, "Val!" she tries.

Taking a deep breath I lock my door. Instead of opening it like I usually do.

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"He told me that he would never see her, or talk to her again." B says standing by my door. Humming I continue to type on my laptop, "Are you really not going to talk to me?" she asks me. Shrugging I don't shift my gaze away.

"V, please." she says softly. As I look up, she takes my hand, "You are my best friend." B starts, "My little sister. I can't have you be mad at me." she continues, "Anyone in the world I can handle. But not you." she confesses. Sighing, I pull her hands to me, "It's okay, I'm not upset about what you said."

Making her brows furrow, "You needed a punching bag and I'm happy you feel comfortable enough to use me as that." I confess to my best friend, "Then why were you?" she asks me, "Because you were right." I note, "I circle around the same two guys, who both don't want me."

"If they did they would have asked me out by now." I agree, with her previous statement. Nodding she pulls me into a hug. Pulling away I shake my head, taking out the dress.

"So... I'm putting the dress on and finding myself a nice guy. One who will take me out on dates." I say, making her smile. Getting ready we pick shoes, hairstyles, and not to be forgotten our make up look. Jumping into the shower, B has a conversation with her mom.

As I hear B walk into the bathroom I wash out the conditioner to feel it still dirty, "Can I get more shampoo?" I ask sticking my hand out of the shower. Feeling a new bottle I take it, "Thank you." fumbling with the cap. Groaning out, I hear B sigh, "Give it to me." B kindly demands, sliding the shower curtain open.

After helping me wash my hair properly, she helps me with the rest, "Thanks, again. For everything." I tell her. Actually acknowledging what she has done, "Of course." she nods. Walking outside we get into the limo and with it to the party. Taking a seat I notice myself leaning into his touch, immediately making me sit up straight.

As B gets out, she does Nate tie, getting out after her. It is revealed how tight my dress actually is, "Wow, you look beautiful." Tom tells me. Shifting my gaze to him I catch his eyes soaking my body in, "I know." I nod, turning around.

With swaying hips I walk into the building. As Chuck claps his twins' brother's back. Walking around I try to be nice while mingling with various guys. Only to be disappointed at how they're just a bunch of horny assholes.

Taking a seat at the bar I raise my hand, "Whiskey on the rocks, please!" only to hear the stupidly beautiful melody of his laughter. The only response I can make is a groan, "Can you explain why man are assholes?" I ask him.

Placing his forearms on the bar he turns his head to me, "Well, I can explain that. Or tell you why boys are idiots." Tom offers me. Nodding for him to explain, he smiles softly at the girl, "We don't understand how good we have it. Until it's gone."

As the bartender places the drink down I pick it up, "Thanks for the drink." I say softly before leaving.

Leaning against the wall at the quietists' place in every party; the fire escape. Taking a sip I sigh at how fast my mind is going, "I thought I'd find you here."

Shifting my gaze I hum, "Yeah, I come here—" I start, "When the party gets too much." he ends. As he stands next to me, I nod. Feeling him lean closer, I don't move away.

Even though I know I should, I stayed exactly where I was. Earning a pair of soft lips on mine. Leaving them to do a dance of their own. Detaching them, he set my cup down before his lips are back on mine.

"V?" a voice questions. Pulling away I see the familiar blond. Making me push Tom a bit away, so there is a good space between us, "Serena, hey!" I clear my throat like she hadn't seen what happened mere seconds ago.

Seeing Jenny in her arms my brows furrow, "Is she okay?" I ask concerned. Where they all nod at, "Yeah, she will be fine." the guy with a buzz cut waves off, "Sure?"

Where they all nod to again as S squeezes my arm, "Tommy, you should maybe talk to your brother." Serena tells him. Making both of us nod, "I mean, really talk to him." she urges, "I will." Tom reassures the blond.

As they leave he takes my hand in his, "I guess, we should go find my idiot brother." he sighs out. Looking up from our hands I see him already looking at me, "I guess we should." I agree softly.