Good morning, sleepyheads. Looks like dream until your dreams come true wasn't such a good idea after all.
-Gossip Girl
"It feels like we haven't talked in so long." Shay Jonas says.
"Maybe because we haven't." I chuckle.
"Right." She says before she takes a sip of her tea.
I hear the elevator ring indicating someone has arrived. I turn in my seat to see Prince Louis enter dressed nicely in a suit.
"Your highness." I say mockingly
"You Americans are very sardonic." He remarks
"Not all, just here." Shay interjects.
Blair descends the stairs, her heels clicking withe every step.
"Lena stop being so primitive." Blair demands as she approaches Louis.
I roll my eyes "Enjoy your lunch, lovebirds." I say
"We shall indeed." Blair says as they proceed towards the elevator.
"Bye Louis." I shout
I turn back to Shay who laughs.
"Leave the poor prince alone." She says
"Trust me, he may be royal and all but he shouldn't be with Blair." I state " I just know it."
"They're engaged. What are you going to do?" She asks
"Be the friend she wants and hold her unreasonably long veil as she walks down the aisle." I respond before I take a sip of my tea.
After dropping off Shay at her work, I head towards the Devenport industry on foot. The commute is not long so I shall walk.
After a ten minute walk, I arrive. I take an elevator up to the correct floor. Reminiscing the good memories I had here. The stories I wrote, the exhilaration I felt while I wrote. I had everything when I was here, almost everything.
I take a look at my old desk that is now occupied by an intern and with Clark assisting her. Glad to know he's still drinking out of that superman mug.
I reach Logan's office, knocking as I open the door. I walk in, seeing him in his desk, overlooking papers.
"The door was closed for a reason." He huffs.
His eyes shift up and his countenance changes almost immediately. He pushes himself away from the desk and rises up.
"I tend to ignore the closed door rule." I say as I close the door.
"Why didn't you tell me you were stopping by?" He asks
"Who knows? Maybe she's tracking your phone records too." I respond jokingly but Seriously as I refer to Augustina. "You never know." I say.
I approach the chair in front the desk and drop down on it. Logan moves in front of his desk, leaning on it and crossing his arms in front of his chest.
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💋Material Girl// Gossip Girl
Fanfiction3 Alena Collier is not a material girl but as usual, Gossip Girl is sparking up new labels and her labels stick. Now, as referred to the Material girl: rumors spark up, assumptions are made, and her reputation is created for good. She previously le...
