𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 HIATUS {𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐬, 𝐠𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐩 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥}

02 | THE RETURN OF THE BLONDE

BLAIR AND LOLETTE were now inseparable. at least, to blair that was (though the brunette was definitely growing on lolette). the two had grown so close in such a quick period of time, it was as if they were soul sisters. lolette made sure her boundaries with nate were a hundred percent clear, though. it didn't take long for lola to know about serena van der woodsen, and her alleged attraction towards nate. in a way, nate and lola behaved like siblings, he would ask her what to get as a gift for the waldorf girl, and lola would help.

only the best for blair, she made sure he knew.

so obviously, as a good friend, lolette was one of the first to be aware of serena's arrival through gossip girl and tried as hard as possible to make sure the waldorf girl was unaware.

Hey Upper East Siders. Gossip Girl here.

And I have the biggest news ever. One of my many sources, Melanie91, sends us this: “Spotted at Grand Central, bags in hand: Serena van der Woodsen.”

Was it only a year ago our It Girl mysteriously disappeared for “boarding school”? And just as suddenly, she’s back. Don’t believe me? See for yourselves. Lucky for us, Melanie91 sent proof.

Thanks for the photo, Mel.

she snapped her phone shut, eyeing chuck bass. he knew exactly what she was thinking. the two seemed to click, in a different way than how she did with her best friend back home, brian o'conner. to lola, chuck was a player. and to chuck, well, he was just wondering how many other girls it would take for her to finally get jealous and get with him romantically.

her gaze scanned the room to find blair amongst the elites. shit. she knew. isabel and kati let it slip.

she sees blair go, presumably to look for nate and sighs. how chuck could find this entertaining seemed to allude her.

"I mean, it's fun and all, but I don't actually care about what goes on around here, lola." unless it involves you.

"uhm, you're lolette aoki, right? can I, maybe, uh, get your autograph?" a waiter stuttered, handing her a napkin and a pen. she smiled, doing exactly that. fans could get so cute sometimes.

"cAn I maYbe gEt yOur auTogrApH?" chuck mocked, once the waiter was out of earshot.

"hey! that's mean. besides, he was kinda cute."

"hmm, never in a million years would I believe that blonds were your type. seems the world is finally coming to an end."

lola rolled her eyes, but is reminded of a certain blond back home in california. almost instinctively, she checks her phone, and there's a new message.

chuck raises his brow. who's she texting all the damn time? she smiles at the message. resisting the urge to snatch her phone, he goes and gets her another drink.

new message from bullet˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆
it's getting boring outracing all these tryhards without u here. when will u be back?

she starts typing back.

idk when i'll be back in cali lol. dads telling me to keep a low profile ever since the incident. looks like youll be stuck there on your own, loser.

she's still smiling when he gets back, and chuck's getting pissed. he hands her the drink, sneaking a glance at her phone. bullet. huh.

she puts down the phone, and refocuses her attention on him. "mind feeding me one of those tarts you've got there?" he asks cheekily.

she looks down at the plate of fruity tarts in her hand. she mocks him with a sugar sweet smile, and shoves one in his mouth, smearing some whipped cream around it in the process. he scrunched his nose before licking it all off.

blair approaches her. "serena's here, and I don't want to go alone. come with me, lola." she whispers.

"of course. anything for my queen b." she links her arm in blair's, drinking down the glass of punch chuck got her before leaving.

SERENA WASN'T ALL THAT. in all honesty, lolette was expecting much, much more. like some girl with a killer gaze. someone like letty ortiz. speaking of letty ortiz, she was going to be hosting a fashion show in new york in a few days. she told lolette to invite some of her "haughty taughty" upper east side friends along.

"sorry blair, who is she again?" lolette said, obviously pretending not to know. but, if it gave her best friend some confidence, she didn't mind seeming like a fool.

blair blinked and smiled, "this is serena, and she left the upper east side a year ago, without telling anyone."

serena seemed a bit irked at the fact that blair left out her last name.

"and you are...?" the blonde raised a brow at lolette.

"lolette aoki."

"come, serena, let's have a dinner," lolette offered.

"yeah, actually, there's somewhere I have to go."

"you're leaving?" blair's eyes widened.

"yeah, I just..don't feel well."

bullshit.

"I just wanted to say hi. I'll see you at school tomorrow."

when serena is out of sight, lolette rolls her eyes. "so she's back for good.," blair pointed out.

Word is that S bailed on B's party in under 90 seconds and didn't even have one lemoncella. Has our bad girl really gone good? Or is it all just part of the act?

LOLETTE WAS ON HER OWN, shopping in a shop downtown. currently, she was searching for some vinyls to play on her record player, signed by none other than her parents herself.

It seems like L is all on her own. but not for long, as Lonely Boy makes his appearance.

her eyes widened. a signed copy of rumours by fleetwood mac! she instantly grabs it off the shelf, not noticing someone's piercing gaze on her, amused by her reactions.

"finding a fellow fleetwood mac fan in new york is a surprise, I must say." the stranger says, making his entrance.

lolette eyes him warily, but brushes him off as just an awkward teen. instead, she chooses to play nice.

"right you are, buzz."

"so what's your favourite song from them?" stranger boy asks, seeming to think that she's definitely not an uptown girl at all based on her outfit.

she rubs the back of her neck. (ravi singh anyone???)

"hmm. it's gotta be gold dust woman. and you?"

"call me basic, but rhiannon."

she laughs, instilling some confidence in mr.stranger . "don't joke, rhiannon's a great choice!"

she looks down at her watch. shoot. literally. she had to rush for a photoshoot with "teen people", the popular magazine.

"listen, I've gotta go. it was real nice talking to you, (that was a bit much) bye!"

and with that, she leaves dan humphrey alone in the record shop, along with a hundred dollar bill to the cashier, not bothering with the change.

note: this series will include some characters from the fast and furious universe, but their respective roles are slightly different, they're teens or young adults and have little to no criminal past.

also lolette is such a girls girl 😛🫧