Warnings: Mature language, mentions of E.D, mentions of gambling/ getting conned.
This chapter is unedited! So please excuse any mistakes!
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❝𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐲..❞
"𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩... You can meet Serena before the photoshoot." My mother smiled to me. "Why not Blair too?" I wondered softly with a smile. "She's coming with me to the shoot dear." She softly spoke tucking me in, I heard the soft sound of Blair snoring in the other room. "You haven't done this since I was little." I confessed. "You haven't been in bed by ten since you were little. You look beautiful tonight you know?" My mom complimented tucking my hair behind my ear.
"I spoke to Doctor Lewis again today, I've not been doing well with food recently." I confessed. "What's brought it on?" She asked as I sighed. "I know you don't wanna hear it but I miss daddy, even if he is in Paris with Roman and they're living their life." I admitted. "I miss him too. But he's moved on and we are too. It may take a while but you'll recover Alex." She assured me switching the light off.
"Do you really think I look beautiful?" I wondered. "I do indeed." Mom smiled walking off, I grabbed my pink sleep mask and put it over my eyes drifting off to sleep...
"𝐇𝐞𝐲 𝐁 𝐰𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 you're either sleeping or you must be on your way. But I can't wait to see you at the shoot we're gonna have so much fun! See you there B!" Serena and I's voicemail had been opened by Blair. "How do I look?" I asked Serena posing in my dress. "Excellent! How do I look?" She asked hand on hip in a goofy voice. "Beautiful Madame Van Der Woodsen!" I cheered. "Serena, Alex we need you!" Laurel shouted.
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𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 both posing together for the photoshoot, neither of us thinking a thing of it. I presumed we were taking a couple of shots before Blair showed up. My hair was crimped as Serena's was frizzy we were like the perfect duo except missing Blair to fit for the perfect trio. "Fantastic one two three, come on girls!" The photographer said as we posed.
