i want it all - gg

𝙘𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙘𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙜𝙤 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮, 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮

𝙖 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 8 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧.

Scarlett Van der Woodsen blinked back tears after accidentally poking her eyeliner with her Burberry Kohl eyeliner.

"Ouch!" The girl squeaked, throwing her head back and wiping her eyes as she jumped up and down in her Christian Louboutin ankle boots.

Summer had come and gone and come and gone again since Gabriel Archibald had gone to live with his mom in France without so much as a text to his two best friends. After Gabriel had left, Hadley and Scarlett had grown further and further apart, to the point at which they were no longer friends. Scarlett had spent the whole summer traveling and hadn't spoken to Hadley for months.

Anyhow, summer was over. Honey blonde highlights and tans were fading and it was time to face reality.

Scarlett's twin brother, Salinger (Sal), poked his head around the door of her walk-in closet. He was the handsome, vacant yet perplexing stoner type, and was going through a phase of writing depressing love poetry when he was baked.

"Breakfast," He said simply, before waltzing off.

Scarlett licked her pinkie and fixed the smudge of her eyeliner, before following her brother to the kitchen. Her eleven-year-old brother Theodore was listening to music on an old Walkman (he was already going through that whole 'old soul' pretense, which seemed to annoy everyone but their dad).

It was a rare sight to see Dan Humphrey join the family for breakfast on the Upper East Side. He and Serena were very much still madly (and nauseatingly according to their kids) in love, but he spent most of his time in his Brooklyn 'sanctuary', which was an apartment where he could write without the distractions of his elite wife and family.

Not many people knew about Scarlett's dad since she usually went by her mother's surname, but she really wasn't that different from him. Scarlett could appreciate art and writing as he did, and read novels like a machine.

"So," Serena said, floating in and kissing her husband on the cheek. "Waffles?"

That was when both Scarlett and Sal's phone buzzed.

xoxo

The ticklish but comforting sensation of fur against Hadley Waldorf's nose woke her up. Her blue Russian cat, Kitty Minky, was curled around the top of Hadley's head, her bushy tail brushing against her nose.

Suddenly, the door burst open and the cat jumped off the bed, padding across the Persian carpet towards the maid, Kate, who was stood in the doorway.

"Excuse me, Miss Waldorf," She spoke timidly. "Your mother wants you to come down to breakfast."

Hadley groaned and rolled out of bed. She had only just got back from her month-long vacation in St Barts and was in desperate need of a haircut. Her shiny chestnut hair hung in curls, way below her collarbone, almost two inches longer than her perfect length.

The girl descended the winding staircase of the Waldorf-Bass penthouse in her baggy green silk pyjamas, rubbing her turquoise eyes.

Her mother Blair was sipping a mimosa at the dining room table dressed in a dark pink houndstooth dress.

"I thought you were in Paris," Hadley stated, slumping down in a chair and crossing one leg over the other. She picked up an almond croissant and took a huge bite.