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| plop...plop...plop... the sounds of the raindrops hit the pond's surface slowly, yet making the water ripple out in little waves toward the edge. tritan stood at the edge, leaning over the rocks that bordered the pond to look down at his reflection. his head then lifted toward the sky, his body not moving as his eyes met the stirring sky above. the sky was mostly clear with a cloud here and there, but there didn't seem to be a black cloud in the sky with the threat of ruining a peaceful day. tritan then looked back down at the surface of the water, watching himself with questioning eyes as the trees and grass blew around him. he had never really been someone to think low of himself. he was quite vain, you could say, and he definitely thought that his shit didn't stink. he was one of those people who thought that nothing and no one could bring them down off of their podium. he thought that he would always be the guy to get all the girls that he wanted since girls had never been a problem for tritan. he was the guy to talk to a girl for two seconds, and within that two seconds, he would have her number and plans to meet her sometime later that week. yeah, he was a bit of a player, but he knew that living life was something he was going to do well. he wanted to have as much fun as he could, and he wasn't about to let a girl stop that. tritan knew that he would remember the days when he was young, not regretting anything but not having more fun than he did. of course, there didn't seem to be a way to have more fun than he had already tried to have. he was the partying king, always throwing and attending parties, getting wasted and waking up the next morning to remember every second with a huge grin on his face. coming back to reality, tritan stood next to the pond still, letting his face bask in the rays of sunshine that wove their way in and out through the tree branches above. as tritan moved away from the pond's edge, he looked at the ground around him, listening to the sounds that filled the trees around him. he wasn't the type of person to go camping over the weekend or go canoeing in his spare time. he always had bigger, better plans to do for the weekends when he wasn't busy. of course, tritan was never really busy with anything except partying. that is what you could call his "job", or, at least, that is what he would call it. his head lifted to look out in front of him and the pathway that lead ahead deeper into the garden. tritan also wasn't one of those people that wanted to be alone and anti-social most of the time, but there were times when he just wanted to wander around alone, thinking to himself of what to do or what he wanted to do later on in the day, week, or whatever. he didn't think to himself much, but he never really had time. he kept himself busy, and he has never really found out why. it's not like he was always bored when he was a child, never going to do anything with friends or family. come to think of it, he was even busy then. he was always hanging out with his parents, friends, or family, having fun and living his childhood to the fullest. who wouldn't want to have happy childhood memories? his parents thought of it like that, too. they wanted tritan to always be able to look back and say that he didn't not do anything that he had wanted to do. he always made sure that he was living his life to the fullest, and he continued that goal into his young adult years, even though they kind of steered in a different direction. there had not been any trace of alcoholism in tritan's family, even as far back as his grandfather could remember. you could say that they were a well-rounded family. that all changed when tritan started high school and started hanging out with the wrong group or groups of people. he wasn't much of a partier in high school, but the people around him got him to where he was now. he went to parties, but didn't do much drinking since he wasn't really interested then. he just went for the fun, the music, and the girls. you could definitely say that he became a "player" in high school, though, even though he wasn't drinking with the rest of his buddies every weekend. all of the girls had always told him that he was hot, and tritan had started to see and think that he was. sometimes his cockiness was just mistakened for a very high confidence, but if you hung out with him long enough and listened to him talk, you could see that he was just trying to get with as many hot girls as possible because he knew that they wanted him. he basically used his looks to get with girls and into their pants, but they thought that he really liked them because he would "say all these really sweet things, and buy whatever i wanted, no matter how much it cost". you asked every girl what they liked about him before he got with them, and that is what they would say. it was the same thing every time. tritan may have looked like he was stupid, but he knew exactly what he was doing. he knew exactly what to say to make the girls fall head over heels for him, and it never seemed to fail him. some girls just didn't like him, but he managed to make them love him. he didn't really know how he did it. he would just tell you that he had a way with words and could make anyone fall in love with him. yeah, he thought he was that good, and so did all of his friends. he wanted to be the guy that they all looked up to for the wrong reasons, and one day, he finally got what he wanted. as tritan started to think more about girls, he realized that he had never really had a girl that he had fallen for. sure, he had been with some amazing girls that most guys would die to be with, but he didn't feel a connection with any of besides the urge to sleep with them. he didn't know why he hadn't fallen for anyone, but it didn't really upset him. he wasn't scared to be hurt, but it was something that he didn't want to happen. he could hurt a person's feelings and break their heart, but he couldn't imagine what he would do if that happened to him. tritan didn't want it to happen. he just wanted to do the hurting and then move on the the next one. he hadn't been doing much heart-breaking lately since he had been sent to rehab. the guys and girls had different rooms, making it hard to get to a girl even if he wanted to. and parties? yeah, there were none, meaning that he couldn't really see the girls outside of how they acted in the rehab. he wanted to get to know the girls at parties, wanting to see how they acted when they had a little buzz and little control over what they did. tritan didn't want to use girls, even though that is basically what he did, but he didn't want them to not remember him sleeping with them or not remember him at all. he wanted them to see the fun in it, although their heart would be broken soon by a boy who had just slept with them for the hell of it. he started to think about the girls that were at the rehab center, trying to picture them at a party, drunk and crazy. he smiled to himself, not having a certain girl in mind, but picturing many of them at once. he could only imagine what a party at the rehab would be like, and suddenly, the urge of throwing one was stronger than the gut feeling telling him that it would be a bad idea. |
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serena checked off the items on her mental checklist. "mom and rufus out?" check. "eric and jenny in starbucks in brooklyn?" check. "plenty of alcohol for everyone else after she'd delivered the news" double check. she had a feeling they'd need it, while her on the other hand would stick to orange juice -- an extremely weak bucks fizz at most. never in a million years did serena think she'd be in this situation -- having to tell the four most important people in her life, that she was going to have a baby. a tiny, pink crying machine. if she was honest, it scared the shit out of her. she was ninety nine percent certain the baby would hate her. it'd get all of dan's gene's -- it'd be intelligent and witty, regard it's mother as a blonde skank. that's right - it was dan's baby, and for the first time in her life, serena wasn't afraid of admitting to people that it was dan she was in love with, not another pretty boy or nate archibald. someone who would love her whatever the weather and - hopefully - through whatever mess she got herself into. now would be a good time for him to show that. slipping up the stairs, serena darted into her room before taking a quick look at the clock. 15:07 PM read the illuminated LED display. she'd told everyone to get here at four. no earlier, no later. four o'clock. why? four was her lucky number. she hoped it would help her to relax before she dropped the bombshell. looking down towards her toes she still saw a moderately flat stomach. how long would it be before a bump appeared. true, it would be easy to hide at first, but what about when she got huge? now that would be more challenging. the last thing she wanted was gossip girl to find out, not only because of the humiliating slagging off she would receive, but because of the ravenous looks she'd be given in the street by the constance girls she used to control. now it'd be them controlling her. sighing lightly, Serena picked out a soft silk blouse from her closet, one that did infact skim over her stomach quite nicely. maybe it'd give them a clue as to what she was about to say. a sense of paranoia swept over her, as she wondered for the billionth time that afternoon if there was infact someone still in the van der woodsen duplex. jumping out of her room, she dashed in and out of every room within the house, checking every nook and cranny for signs of life. luckily, the only thing she found was a fly buzzing around the door of jenny's room. a smirk played on serena's lips - of course, if there were any flies in her home they'd be near jenny's. after convincing herself that there wasn't - and wouldn't be anyone else in this house this evening apart from those invitees, serena took herself to the kitchen. opening the fridge, she poured herself a glass of water - she needed it too. her throat was dry and that only happened when she got nervous, and right now she had every right to be. blair would probably freak out at her [then dan], nate would tell her off as if she were a child, dan.. would probably faint and chuck? well, chuck would be chuck wouldn't he. serena would be surprised if any one of her friends showed her some sympathy or support without being prompted. it was something she had to face though, and serena knew how to put on 'the brave' act when she had to. she'd had practice - bart's funeral, her dad leaving, carter's coming and goings.. she'd had it all. once she'd finally calmed herself down, serena took herself into the lounge and sat down. she leant forward, playing with the hem of her skirt to distract her mind from sparking up with any unnecessary thoughts again. in precisely -- two minutes, people would start arriving and her life would already be beginning to change. she just wasn't quite sure if it was for the worse or the better yet. |
