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- Take me now. - Why?
- To prove that nothing matters. - That's not the Blair I want.
What are you doing with this insect?
Having the time of my life, thank you.
- Serena is in Women's Wear Daily - With Poppy Lifton.
Remember when we met Savannah and Svetlana?
- I forgot about Savannah and Svetlana. - Svetlana.
Andrew got caught in a riptide.
If we had known, we wouldn't have bothered you.
We've already lost one son. We weren't losing another.
You excited for Nate's adventure this summer?
He told you about our trip?
I was talking about the internship with the mayor.
- I should go. - Wait. Stay.
Where has she been?
And who am I?
That's one secret I'll never tell.
You know you love me. XOXO...
...Gossip Girl.
Mornings are simply more fun on the Upper East Side.
The sun in the sky...
...the Nikkei on the rise, and a wake-up call from your latest lover...
...or your best friend.
- Again, Serena? - Good, you're up.
Yes, I'm up. Just like I was up yesterday and the morning before that.
Well, after the whole Carter-Chuck thing, you can't blame me...
...for wanting to check in on you.
As much as I appreciate the concern, my downward spiral's on the upturn.
I'm at home in my pj's, eating French toast with Dorota.
- Come on! - What was that?
- Get off the phone. - Dorota has a cold.
Dorota, I told you not to use your handkerchief at the table!
It's disgusting.
Oh, it sounded like a car horn. It must've been on my end.
- Where are you? - I'm on 73rd and Madison...
...headed to get some pastries for our new family breakfast.
Well, if I wasn't so full on French toast, I would ask you to bring me one.
- See you at school. - And tell Dorota to feel better.
I have here, in my hands, my first fan letter.
- What, did you write it yourself? - No, no.
The New Yorker forwarded it to me. Some kid read my story. He loved it.
Sent me his own story. He wants my opinion. Good practice for Yale.
Oh, a fan that gives homework. Lovely.
- What's this? - It's my package from Yale.
There's just a couple of forms for you to fill out, and then we're done.
Look at us. Everything's working out. You in Yale...
...and Jenny actually might make it to 16.
That was a little touch-and-go.
Yes, but I still have 24 hours to mess up, so...
- Dad, I don't smell coffee. - Yeah, and the waffle iron is cold.
Yeah, Lily's doing breakfast today. She wants to talk to us.
- Ominous. - Or delicious.
You know how many types of jam they have?
- We're gonna be late. - It's a lot.
- Hey. - I'll be there in a second.
Are you here to read my letter?
As happy as I am for you, I'm freaked out.
I gave Nate a week to call, and he hasn't.
If I remember right, you left him at a party where he was being honored.
I just wish he would give me a chance to apologize.
Well, he will, when he's ready.
Uh--
Okay.
Did you just set me up?
- What? - Nate just sent me an email.
- He wants me to meet him at his place. - Really? Well, that...
I mean, I was just winging it, but that's good.
Serena.
- Hi. - Poppy. Oh, my gosh, hey.
Oh, it's so good to see you.
I was beginning to think we weren't running in the same circles anymore.
- Cute coat. - Oh, thanks. You look great.
I love your hair and your tan.
- Oh, we just got back from Spain. - We?
Yeah, me and my new boyfriend. He's wonderful. You'd love him.
- Well, I'd love to meet him. - You should.
We're only in town for 48 hours. Gabriel had to come in for business...
...but we're gonna fly right back on Sunday morning.
So, what about you? What's new? Seeing anybody?
Yeah, Dan and I got back together, but then we broke up again, so...
Oh, I'm sorry. And your friend?
- What's her name? Blair? - Yeah.
- How's she doing? - Good now.
There was this thing between us, but then we worked it out, so...
Sounds like everything is exactly the same as it was last time I saw you.
- Makes catching up easier, though, right? - Yeah.
- I'm throwing a party this weekend. - Really?
Oh, what's the occasion? Not that you need one.
It's for a friend. It's her sweet 16.
Oh, well, that's sweet.
Yeah. You should come.
Yeah. I'll have to check my schedule, but I'll let you know.
- Yeah, please do. - Okay.
Well, have fun with your little party...
...and just take care of yourself, okay?
Lily, I can't believe you made us breakfast.
Oh, I just toasted some bagels and fried some bacon.
- And bought jam. - Really, it's no big deal.
Well, if you turned on a burner, Lil, it's a big deal.
You are committed to making this work.
- I am proud of you, Mom. - Thank you.
- Charles, are you staying for breakfast? - I have an appointment.
What does Chuck Bass do at 8 a. M? It's not like you work out.
I do my cardio in the evenings. Morning is for business, for which I am late.
- If you'll excuse me... - Does this feel like a sitcom?
- Feels like a reality show. - Good, so I can vote you off.
Heh. It would almost be scary if it wasn't wearing plaid.
Wait. You guys didn't start without me, did you?
- You didn't tell her yet? - No.
- What? Tell me what? - Well, we wanted to tell you in person.
We are planning a sweet-16 party for you, here, tomorrow night.
Fantastic caterer and beautiful flowers.
DJ. The perfect guest list. We wanted it to be a surprise, though.
You had one of those last year. It didn't go so well.
- Oh, Jenny cake. - That's why...
...I was more than happy to delegate to people who knew better.
So, what do you think?
Uh...
Wow.
- You're not excited. - No, I am. I totally am.
But, okay, look. Last year, I would've killed for a party like this...
...but this year, I don't know. Things just seem different.
Like, okay. I was just kind of hoping that it would be us and Vanessa...
...and Jonathan, and maybe those two girls from my chem class...
...who didn't light my hair on fire that one time.
I'm sorry. Is that okay?
I mean, maybe you should try the cake first.
Of course it's okay. It's your birthday. It's whatever you want.
Yeah. No, it's not a problem. I'll just cancel.
I'm thinking my famous chili.
Maybe some board games.
Yeah, yeah.
But really, thank you so much for thinking of me. It means a lot.
I'll just go cancel the caterer.
I should probably get to school.
I don't understand.
Every culture in the world has some version of a sweet-16 party.
It's like a universal rite of passage.
Well, since she got back to Constance, Jenny hasn't made a lot of friends.
Downsizing the party might have to do with the fear...
...that no one will show up.
Serena.
Word is out that your party went from 60 to zero in the last hour.
We knew you'd accept defeat gracefully.
- What? - You cancelled Jenny's party...
...to move up Penelope's date.
Penelope's having a party tomorrow night? Since when?
Since always. We were all going...
...but now we don't have to pretend to feel bad about missing yours.
- Hey, P. - Hey, girls.
How excited are you about the party? I cannot wait.
Spotted: S learning the answer to the age-old question:
What if you were throwing a party and no one cared?
When that happens, don't cancel.
Poppy, hey. It's Serena.
You know that party I was telling you about?
I was hoping we could meet up. I need your help.
Make them eat cake.
I see you got the email I sent from Nate's account.
His password has been "soccer" since the fifth grade.
Look, Blair leaves his place at this time every morning.
When you're ready to do something about it, you know where I am.
And when you're not from the Upper East Side...
...sometimes morning is just the start to a very bad day.
I'm all for old habits dying hard, but you and Nate?
Isn't that a bit been there, done that, got dumped twice?
- Nate and I are platonic. - I've seen you leave his place.
Oh, of course. You're stalking me.
If you were any good at it, you would know I bring him breakfast.
We're just friends. We haven't shared so much as a kiss, even.
Friends.
That makes total sense.
There's no spark between you. Never was.
You're like a green twig and a soggy match.
A rusty hammer and an icy nail.
Nate and I have had plenty of spark. Better than that. Fireworks.
That was us.
Chuck...
...don't act like I didn't fight for you.
I did. Hard. And for a long time.
So please, forgive me if, now that we're over, I'm exhausted.
- So you're with Nate because it's easy? - I'm not with Nate...
...but if I was, what's wrong with easy?
- Maybe it's easy because it's right. - Really?
Is that why Nate is so reluctant to break things off with Vanessa?
You do know they're still dating, right?
Try this.
Mm.
- Oh, wow, that's wonderful. - Uh-huh.
Hey, is the Yale packet around, Dad? I just wanted to look at the dorms.
Oh, jeez. I think I left it at Lil's, sorry.
Oh, okay. That's all right. I'll just get it tomorrow.
- Let me know if you two need help. - Hmm.
Why'd you just lie to him? The packet's right there.
Dan was denied financial aid at Yale. Funds are limited, and these days...
...there are students that need it more than we do.
I'm sorry.
Do you have savings?
Of course, but I planned on at least part of his tuition being subsidized.
Well, I mean, I could help you out.
Thank you, but no. As kind as it is for you to offer...
...I think I need to handle this on my own. I just wish I had an idea.
Well, you could sell the loft...
...and then you'd have enough for Dan's tuition, and then some.
This is where Dan and Jenny grew up. Where would we live? On the streets?
Well, you could move in with me.
- That's a big step, Lil. - I know.
But I always thought it's the next one for us anyway.
Are we ready for that?
Well, there's one way to find out.
Look, why don't you just talk to an agent and see what they say?
You know what I was just thinking?
Jennifer Aniston is totally fine now.
I'm sure Brad doesn't even feel bad anymore.
Okay.
I'm sure that there was some collateral damage, which is always sad...
...but his fate lay with Angelina, and he knew that...
...so he had the tough conversation and moved on.
This is your way of saying I should break up with Vanessa?
- So me and you can... Ah. - Embrace our fate. Yes.
I wasn't gonna tell you this until afterwards...
...but Vanessa called a couple of hours ago...
...and she just wants to talk, so I asked her to meet me for dinner.
But can't you just text?
No.
Well, what if, when you see her, there's sparks, or fireworks even?
- They say break-up sex is-- - Hey, hey. Vanessa and I...
It feels over, and I'm sure she's gonna tell me the same thing.
Listen, I promise I'll come straight over after it's done.
On their trip to Africa, Brad and Angelina's lovemaking was intense.
The guards thought they were being attacked.
How about I just start by talking to Vanessa and see where all this goes?
Sound good?
Sounds great.
Okay.
Oh, you must be Jenny. It's so nice to meet you.
- I'm Poppy. - Hi.
Serena, I wasn't expecting any of this.
Well, my mom wanted you to have your dream dress.
We thought Missoni would be right, so I brought a friend to help.
What about that one?
I wish I was having the kind of party where I could wear this dress.
I'm not, so...
I think-- I guess I'll just try this one.
Hey, thanks for meeting me.
After I saw you this morning, I felt kind of terrible.
I'm in a rut, aren't I?
Yeah, well, a girl like you should be on the arm of a designer on day...
...and yachting around the Maldives the next...
...not making up and breaking up with the same high-school boy...
...and feuding with your frenemy.
Ahh. I know. What can I do?
Well, this party would be a good place to start.
Yeah, I thought that, but Jenny is just really set on something more simple.
Any 16-year-old girl would love the kind of party that you should be throwing.
Adult, elegant. The right notables in attendance.
And you saw the way that she looked at that dress.
She loves it. She wants a party like this.
She just needs someone to hold her hand a little.
So, what do you think?
We like that one better.
Okay, I guess I'll just try it on.
See? She loves it. That's all the proof you need.
Now, it's not too late.
Why don't you start making some phone calls?
Right this way.
Hi, it's Serena van der Woodsen.
I know my mom might've called you this morning, but there's been a mistake.
The party's not cancelled.
It's still on, and actually, it's gonna be bigger.
Hi.
Hey. Thanks for meeting me. It's really good to see you.
I have a feeling you're not gonna like what I have to say.
Hey, don't act surprised, V.
You saw this coming. I mean, you left first.
I know, but...
I mean, I'm sure we could do something to figure it all out if we tried.
Okay, well, at least we can end things honestly, right?
Right.
If there's someone else, you can tell me. Probably make things easier.
This is about you and me. No one else.
- Really? - Yeah, really.
It's 10:30, Dorota. What took him so long?
Maybe girl from Brooklyn cry. Mr. Nate, nice boy. He wipe tears.
- He touch her hair. She touch his. - Dorota.
Not that it's ever happened to me.
It's done.
- Oh. - Oh.
- Don't look too happy. - Oh, right. Sorry.
- Was it awful? - No.
Things had come to a natural end, so... It had nothing to do with anyone else.
Of course. It was just about you guys.
Hey, listen. It's getting late, and I've had a really tough day...
...so how about tomorrow, okay?
We can hang out this weekend.
Pour that Dom down the drain, Dorota.
- Wait, is that the'96? - What happened, Miss Blair?
He kissed me on the forehead. Like Chevalier kissed Gigi.
Like he was a man and I was a little girl.
No passion, no spark.
Maybe Chuck was right.
Maybe all Nate and I have together is just history.
Poor B. It's hard to turn up the heat with an old flame.
But stand back. Someone's about to add fuel to this fire.
I have to say, I was a little surprised when you called.
He had the nerve to say that there was nothing between him and Blair.
The "just friends" speech. I got it too.
- They're making fools of us. - Well, not anymore.
Mm.
Wow. You got a lot of board games.
We're going to a party, not a bomb shelter.
Yeah, well, I wanna have options. Do you know if Vanessa's coming?
She and Nate broke up last night. She's taking it pretty hard.
But she wants to come to the party. Said she'd call.
- Okay. - Yeah.
That's probably her. Hello?
Mr. Humphrey? It's Gail from Brooklyn Realty.
I wanted to schedule a time for our appraiser to come out to your loft.
- Mr. Humphrey? Is this a bad time? - Yeah. You know, I'll call you later.
- Not Vanessa? - No.
We should probably start getting ready.
Okay.
Wait, back up, Blair. Nate and Vanessa broke up?
Well, they had a falling out after the party.
Hadn't spoken for a week, and broke up last night.
How do you know all this? Have you dumped me for Vanessa?
No.
I've just been spending a lot of time with Nate.
- Oh, where's this coming from? - What?
You and Nate? After all that you've been through?
You sure it's not just because Nate's not Chuck?
I thought Chuck was my future and Nate a part of my juvenile past...
...but Chuck was just something I had to get out of my system...
...in order to realize Nate was my destiny all along.
Well, if that's really how you feel, then I'm happy for you.
It's not exactly like I was rooting for Chuck.
And Nate is good for you. No drama.
Nate and I have plenty of drama and sparks and fireworks.
Uh-huh. When are you getting to my party?
You mean Jenny's party.
So do you have any idea what's going on out there?
B, I gotta go. I'm sorry.
Jenny's gonna love it.
Hey, Vanya.
Liberal'Victims' and Their Assault on America" by Ann Coulter?
Dorota gave to me. She said, "Important to know enemy."
It's okay. I read to make Dorota happy.
- I have to say, I'm excited. - Oh, you should be.
Dad only makes his chili at very special occasions.
Well, not just about my birthday. I mean, of course about my birthday...
...but you know, Lily and Dad and all of us together.
I don't know. Things seem to be going good.
Yeah. A little too good.
What? Since when is good "too good"?
Dan?
You know that phone call that wasn't Vanessa?
It was a real estate agent. I think Dad might be selling the loft.
What? No. Where would we live?
Well, I'd be at college. I guess you and Dad would be moving on up...
...to the East Side. To a deluxe apartment.
Okay, yeah, funny. First of all, you need to stop watching so many old sitcoms.
Second, Dad on the Upper East Side? I mean, there's no way.
No. We can't live up here. We're...
Humphreys.
Damn straight.
- Grew up good. You know that? - Yeah.
Okay, it looks familiar, and yet...
- Not bad, little J. - What are you doing here?
Once I heard Poppy Lifton was coming to your party, I canceled mine.
In the last 20 minutes, I've been hit on by two Bronfmans and a gay designer.
It was so worth it.
Kudos on rising from the social grave.
Speaking of graves, did something die in that pot?
It's cumin.
I liked my social grave. I dug it myself and I was happy to lie in it.
What's going on? Why are they here?
I don't know. This chili weighs a ton though.
I need to find a caterer.
Jenny, hey. I didn't see you come in.
How could you with all this going on. Well done.
Happy birthday, Jenny.
Poppy, I didn't expect to see you.
- Hey, will you get us some drinks? - Sure.
Well? Surprised?
Confused. I mean, what is all this? Where's my dad and Lilly?
They're at Billy Elliot. Fifth row.
I told them a girl only turns 16 once...
...and she needs to spend it with her friends. My present to you.
Serena, I didn't want this.
I thought you didn't want a social fiasco...
...where you planned something and people didn't show.
This is perfect. I mean, Jenny, all of these people are here for you.
Patrick. Hey, would you take a picture with me and the birthday girl.
It's her birthday?
Enjoying my party?
I was just saying to Jonathan that this is a lovely family gathering.
Nothing says Jenny Humphrey like a customized cocktail napkin.
Eric, I don't get it. Why would Serena hijack my birthday?
She was trying to do something nice. Maybe she just got a little carried away.
Maybe she wanted to prove to everyone...
...she can still throw a great party.
Well, she wants people to know what a great party she can throw...
...why not tell everyone?
I came because I wanted to do something besides feel sorry for myself.
But all it's been all day is sleazy platitudes and...
...you staring at my boobs.
I came up with several excellent ideas, you just shot most of them down.
Yeah, they all involved leaking a Chuck-Vanessa sex tape to the Internet.
We don't have to leak the tape if you don't want to.
Consistent. Twisted.
Why are they here?
What do we do?
Spotted: Two people who should know better...
...and two people who don't know what hit them.
- What? No keg? - Of course there's no keg.
Serena, who are these rowdy children?
I mean, I know Jenny's young, but this is embarrassing.
I know, I know. I'm so sorry.
Just give me a minute and I'll figure this out.
- We're leaving. You should come with. - Trust me, I would love to get out.
I should deal with the table dancers first.
- I'll catch up with you later. - Do try. Just for your own good.
Yeah.
Jenny, Jenny. Please help me get rid of these party crashers.
They're not crashing, Serena. I invited them.
Well, you have your guest list and I have mine.
Yeah, but this can't be what you want.
Like you care what I want.
Jenny, I thought that when you got off the elevator, you would be thrilled.
If you weren't, I'm sorry, you should've said something.
Serena, I did. At breakfast. And you clearly--
- Jenny and I are having our first fight. - Strangers are having sex in your bed.
Oh, my God.
Wait, did you get that out of my mother's closet?
The word he used was "haunting."
"A haunting sense of mediacy." I love that.
Not bad. He's a smart guy, my fan. He's a good writer.
- He's a good writer. - Dan. Help.
- I'm in the middle of something. - I need you in the middle of something.
Where's your boyfriend?
We're not a couple. Just physical.
I'll take your word for it.
But listen, whatever's going on between you two...
...make sure Chuck doesn't talk you into something you regret.
Whatever's going on with Chuck wasn't his idea, it was mine.
At least he doesn't pretend to be one thing when really he's another.
- You said there was no one else. - There's not.
Blair's my friend. Nothing's happened between us.
Well, not yet.
But he's telling the truth.
Nate's a good guy. If you'd have seen that, maybe you'd still be together.
- He's free, who knows what will happen. - Exactly, we don't know.
- We're just hanging out. - Sure, that's what people do at parties.
- But later when we're alone-- - Blair.
- We'll talk. - What's there to talk about?
Do you guys wanna have this conversation somewhere else, alone?
Why are you still standing here?
Blair, what are we doing in here?
You're not leaving this room until we find out once and for all...
...if we're really just friends.
Well, don't just stare at me. Do something.
Stop acting like me being your friend...
...is some kind of plot to humiliate you, okay?
Did you ever think that things didn't work out between us...
...because we weren't friends?
You're right, Nate.
This week, you've become my friend.
It's amazing.
I've never wanted to kiss my friend so much.
Hey, hey, hey. We're at a party full of people in Chuck's room.
And he and Vanessa are right behind the wall.
- Doesn't it excite you? - Blair.
Ugh.
Don't.
Only my boyfriend gets to touch my hair.
They've been in there for a while.
What if all we did is push them closer together?
You just need to relax. Trust in the power...
...of our overwhelming sexual chemistry to drive a wedge between them.
Go intercept him.
Looks like that went well.
You looking to be more like Blair Waldorf?
Well, congratulations. You've succeeded.
Poor V.
Nobody gets what they want without losing something they love...
...like their integrity.
- Stains. - Ooh. Gross.
I can't believe Jenny would turn this sophisticated soiree...
...into a teenage rager.
You did turn a Scrabble and sloppy-joe party...
...into a sophisticated soiree, so...
Not that the punishment exactly fits the crime.
Well, maybe on some entirely subconscious level...
...I was thinking of myself.
Well, yes. It may have been somewhat conscious.
But I don't know, my life has just felt so normal lately.
Getting back together with you and breaking up again...
...fighting with Blair and then not. It just all felt so high school.
We are in high school, at least for a little while.
Old people seem oddly nostalgic for this time in their lives.
Is it gonna make me sound like my dad if I say you have the rest of life...
...to throw these parties. This might be the last opportunity...
...to rouse naked strangers from making love on your mattress.
Actually, that sounds a lot like college.
Serena, we have a problem.
How was I to know if I threw you a party you'd sabotage it?
How was I supposed to know how many kids would show up?
Parasites! Hooligans! Get!
Vanya. Vanya, what's going on?
Rats with their cell phones, over and over.
It's too much. Go home!
- Away before I-- - Call the cops.
At least it scared everyone away.
Hi, kids.
We're home.
God. Oh, my God.
Okay, Lil, deep breath.
Things definitely got out of hand, but the kids are okay.
That may be the most important thing...
...but the second most important is the apartment.
The furniture, the rugs, the art.
My closet.
I thought I recognized that dress.
Serena, how did this happen?
Mom, I admit I made a few phone calls.
If you wanna punish someone for the passed hors d'oeuvres?
Point the finger here, guilty as charged.
But as far as all the people...
Oh, and you expect me to believe that Jenny was behind this...
...after she had me cancel the best caterer in town...
...because she wanted Clue and a crock pot.
Mom, you could at least make an attempt to mask your distaste.
Don't you dare leave me here to clean up this mess, Serena.
When this was just me and Eric, if things got out of control...
...it was a safe bet it was my fault.
- That's true. - But as this family grows...
...so does the pool of suspects. This is not my mess.
Okay, so whose mess is it?
All I did was carry the chili and prevent teenagers from having unprotected sex.
Serena may have had her own motives, and I may have helped with the crowd...
...with a few inspirational words, but...
I was the one who posted the party on Gossip Girl.
Look, I'm sorry, Lily, and I'm sorry Dad.
I don't know, maybe Serena was trying to be nice.
But the party that she threw was totally embarrassing.
Jenny, I don't understand.
It sounds to me like what Serena put together was...
...delightful.
You know, at least last year it was my face on the cake.
And the people at my party might have hated me...
...but at least they knew who I was.
I know that it's hard for you guys to understand.
But I like being me. And as crazy as it may seem...
...I choose not to be a Park Avenue princess on my birthday...
...or any other day.
No matter what my address might be.
What are you talking about, Jenny?
The real estate agent called today.
Dad, you and Lily might want to live together...
...but I'm not ready to stop being a Humphrey.
Wait, live together?
Teenage ragers, annoying sort-of siblings...
...being yelled at by my mother. This should not be my life.
It doesn't have to be, sweetie.
So what if your stock took a dip in the last quarter. Whose didn't?
That doesn't mean you can't still turn things around.
Well then what do you suggest? And don't say to host another party.
No. Well, it sounds to me like you need to get away.
Yes. Yes! Road trip.
I was thinking more like a private jet to Spain.
Yeah, see, even my fantasies are becoming dull.
Listen, Gabriel's parents' place is insanely beautiful.
And the weather, and the food, and Gabriel's hot friends.
- When do we leave? - Tomorrow.
- Tomorrow? - Mm-hm.
Oh, I...
I'm embarrassed to say this but I think I might be grounded.
Serena. No.
I know. Yeah, I mean, you're right.
Yeah, I'm totally going to Spain.
- To España! - To España!
- Whoo! - Uh-oh.
Looks like someone's up to their old tricks. And just in time, too.
Here comes El Problema.
Ugh. I can't tell if it's chili or if some kid threw up in here.
I'm grateful I could stay here and wait it out...
...while an army of trained professionals restores our home.
- Did you hear from Serena? - She left a message...
...saying she was sleeping at Poppy's.
I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions, been so hard on her.
And Jenny should have spoken up sooner. Well, I'm really sorry.
And so is she, I know.
- About moving in-- - I think we might be moving a bit fast.
I love the idea of our family sharing a place together.
One day.
It's gonna be complicated, to say the least.
We need to find our way and the kids need to find theirs.
We shouldn't let circumstance impose a timeline.
I agree.
But what are you gonna do about Dan and Yale?
- We'll figure something out. - Figure out what?
What do we need to figure out between me and Yale?
I'm gonna go get dressed.
Wait, is that why you were moving in with Lily?
To pay for my education?
Oh...
What happened? Yale has great financial aid.
As of now, we're a low priority. It's determined by need.
- We're not needy enough? - It's all relative, Dan.
Well, what do we do?
I've never let money get in the way of your education before.
We got some time. And you need to stay positive about your future.
Did you call that kid who sent you your fan letter?
Yeah, well, it was great for him to reach out like that.
I'll give him a call.
Dan.
We'll figure out a way.
Oh, I-- I know.
I should have known it was too good to last.
It's just, I was having so much fun hanging out with a normal guy like Nate.
We may not have had the drama or the electricity...
...but you know what we did have?
- Fun? - Yes, Dorota.
Fun. Nate...
...he's so nice. Being around him wasn't hard.
It didn't hurt. Until now.
I miss my friend Nate.
Maybe you get happy soon.
True. The ducks do soothe me.
Give me my loaf.
Mr. Nate called to ask where your favorite spot.
That be where he want first kiss.
Is it true that you brought me here?
Well, you ran off too quickly last night.
All I wanted to tell you...
...is that I do want to be with you.
Just not like that.
Excuse me. Do I know you?
Uh... Uh, I don't think so. No.
I met you last year. Around this time, actually.
You were with a friend of yours and you were calling yourself Savannah.
Hi. Sorry I'm late. Mm.
- I got refreshments for the ride. - Hey, yeah.
- Did you two introduce yourselves? - Uh--
Not exactly. It's Serena.
I figured.
It's nice to meet you again. I'm Gabriel.
Oh, my God. We're gonna have so much fun.
Hold this. I gotta get my coat.
Scott.
Your phone!
Who does Scott know in Brooklyn?
No one.
- Hello? - Hey, is this Scott?
Scott can't come to the phone. Can I give him a message?
Yeah, this is Daniel Humphrey. He wrote me a letter, so...
I guess if he wants to talk, tell him he can give me a call back.
Certainly. I'll pass the message along.
Okay. Thank you.
So who was it?
Scott wrote a letter to Rufus Humphrey's son.
- Why would he--? - He knows.
How do you delete an incoming call?
Mistakes. We all make them.
They usually start with the best of intentions.
Like keeping a secret to protect someone.
I'll be just a second.
Or getting some distance from the person you've become.
Sometimes we don't even know what mistake we've made...
...to get us where we are.
Or we figure it out just in time to make it right again.
But every mistake happens for a reason:
To teach you a lesson you would otherwise never learn.
You were going to leave without saying goodbye.
I knew you were more like me than you let on.
Chuck, it's morning now. As in "cold light of."
As in, let's pretend last night didn't happen.
We could just as easily pretend that this didn't happen too.
And hopefully we never make that mistake again.
So we're clear?
This is just between us, and means nothing.
What means nothing?
Lucky for me, that never happens.
XOXO, Gossip Girl.