i want it all - gg

𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚.

"Truce!" Hadley Waldorf-Bass squealed as her best friend Gabriel Archibald body-slammed her into a mound of powdery white snow.

She was wet, cold and tired from a long afternoon of rolling around in the snow of Central Park, but she didn't want it to end. Hadley looked down into her best friend's crystalline blue eyes. Snowflakes had begun to settle on his thick brown lashes in the prettiest way, and Hadley was overcome with the urge to kiss him, but she didn't.

Gabriel rolled off of her and lay to her right, looking up at the bright winter sky. He looked so pretty, his short, scruffy hair pepper-kissed with sparkling snowflakes.

Hadley wanted to grab his face and kiss him on his cold, rosy lips and scream that she loved him, but she stayed still, watching his blue eyes.

"Whaddya wanna do now then, Archibald?" The fifteen-year-old asked instead.

Gabriel leaned over to face Hadley.

"We could go back to mine and watch a movie," He mused. "Ask Scarlett over..."

Hadley forced a smile. She had hoped it would just be her and Gabriel, as much as she loved her other best friend.

Or loved to hate, at least.

"Sure," Hadley said, excitement as she crawled up from the mound of snow. She looked down at Gabriel, waiting for him to join her.

If only she knew how beautiful she looks, Gabriel thought to himself. He watched as she brushed the snowflakes out of her shiny shoulder-length chestnut hair with absolute adoration. Adoration he was too much of a prideful ass to admit he had to anyone.

No, the prospect of Hadley knowing how he felt was too dangerous. He could barely admit it to himself that she was more than just another girl. Anyway, he'd be gone soon, so he wouldn't have to think about her anymore. Shit, he still had to find some way to tell her.

You see, Gabriel had been keeping a secret from his friends for months now. His parents had separated when he was thirteen, and his mother, Madeline Desmarais, had gone back to live in France. And soon he had to join her.

"What?" She pouted. Gabriel was giving her a totally suspicious smile.

The boy grinned, and without thinking hurled another snowball at the girl.

"Hey!" She squeaked in shock, before running and jumping on top of him. "I said truce!"

xoxo

One of the many things that made most girls that met Scarlett Van der Woodsen hate her was that no matter how disheveled she looked, she still looked a million bucks. Scarlett Van der Woodsen looked just like Bridgitte Bardot, but she didn't even try to look good, so somehow looked better. This particular blessing was one she'd inherited from her leggy, blonde mother Serena.

Today was one of those days, where her blonde tresses cascaded messily down the back of her goldie linen Zimmermann crop top. She lazily applied a coat of Clinique mascara and gave herself sex eyes in the mirror before heading out on her way to see her friends.

That's a lot of mascara for friends, Scarlett.

"Where are you going, honey?" Her mother Serena trilled from upstairs as Lola pulled on her black Moncler puffer coat with a fur-trimmed hood.

"Just to Gabriel's," Scarlett called up.

The Van der Woodsen/Humphrey penthouse a was large and bohemian (but classy) open plan space overlooking the Metropolitan Museum of Art. It was usually littered with clothes and general mess, despite the maid.