A/N: This is a ファン fiction about Nate and Blair, and how things could be for them if they met in different times, and how Blair would act if she had the chance to have his atention によって presenting her personality in Serena's body... Please read it if あなた can tolerate NB. The pairings are: SB, NB, SC and CB.


It’s not who あなた think it is

I was only 12 when I first saw him; I was walking to school under the rain, wearing nothing but my uniform スカート and a white blouse, it was so windy, the only thing I remember was loosing my umbrella and being all wet on the street. I tried to run after it, but...

Congrats,Mariel,on winning GG ファン of the month!You deserved it! :)

1.Is Gossip Girl your お気に入り 表示する on TV?
Yes, at least right now it is.

2.Why do あなた like Gossip Girl?
Well, honestly I started watching it only because it happened in the UES, which is where I live, so I was quite curious to see how it would be. Then I started watching the 表示する a lot and I just really liked it, but I became a real ファン after episode 7. Chuck and Blair moved me, they were (and are, in my opinion obviously) perfect together and they matched their personalities perfectly.
So right now I can say that, yes… I’m...

A/N:It's been FOREVER since I've updated this fic!!LOL!!Anyway...hope u like it!!!!
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Blair put a hand on her hip, studying herself in the vanity mirror, trying to focus on the task at hand. The dress didn't look like it fit her properly. It was too tight around the waist. She had told Serena that in the dressing room earlier that day, but she convinced her to buy it. Oh, well. At least the color was in season. This was the first 日 she spent out in weeks, and it was supposed to be a good thing. A celebratory thing. She was living her life again, having...

The sun was washing the sky at this time.

She wasn't under covers, didn't change her clothes from last night and hadn't showered. She can't. Seeing herself, walking, counting the breaths it was too much to try and handle.

So instead of ridding herself of him, she soaked in what he was. She felt like absolutely nothing, like doing nothing what-so-ever. Too bad life doesn't feel the same way.

Instead the sun rises every morning, the moon sets every night and people breathe everyday.

Not even for a Waldorf does the world stop.

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After hours of staring at the ceiling and analyzing every crevice of...