ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO STEPHENIE MEYER.

A/N: I know it's short, but it's the first update in almost two years, so that should count for something, right? I don't want to raise any hopes, I may continue updating, it just depends on where my life takes me. If this inspiration continues, I will keep writing. If not, I don't know. For now, just enjoy what there is.

Spotted: Rosalie Hale raising her expertly plucked eyebrow as Chuck Bass's favorite Upper East Side brunettes have lunch together. Will our new girl pass the second test? I guess we'll find out. Just kidding. You know I don't keep secrets.

XOXO,

Gossip Girl

Rosalie Hale was frustrated. It was hard seeing one of your very best friends invite someone new into the group, especially without knowing what this girl's deal was. Rosalie Hale didn't like tough situations. Things went her way, or didn't go at all. Well, she would find out what was up, you better believe. She pulled out her EnV3 and dialed Blair. Voicemail. Naturally, considering blonde besties were out and brunette strangers were in. "Hey dollface, you know I leave messages for only you. Let's do lunch. Chez Marco. We should talk." There. The situation was being handled. Rosalie smiled to herself as she speed-dialed her other friends, Serena and Alice to see what shenanigans they were upto.

"Yea, you want a tip? Don't go 50 miles an hour around a curve, dipshit." Blair Waldorf through her cab driver a wad of bills through the window and stormed off. The door in front of her said Dance Manhattan. Good, she thought, I'm at the right place. She stepped inside and felt the cool air envelope her. The woman at the front desk looked up and smiled coldly. "Can I help you? This location is very exclusive, and you don't quite fit our...usual standards." Blair's jaw clenched and she opened her mouth to give this woman what she deserved. Just then, Bella stepped out of the practice room, her face glowing with the happiness of doing grand jetes and pas de chats and arabesques in preparation for her shows in the New York Ballet. "Oh, Blair!," Bella called, her voice apologetic, "I'm just about to get changed, give me two seconds." Blair turned away from the receptionist, Sandra, the tacky nametag said, and her fake nails and Jimmy Choo knockoffs. "Bella! I didn't know you were dancing today! Is this a friend of yours?" Sandra said, kissing up to her richest client. "Yes, Sandra, one of my best friends actually, so please see to her needs," Bella said as she turned away to change into her street clothes. Sandra turned back to Blair. "Don't even," Blair said, smirking. Bella walked quickly down the hall, her barefeet padding softly against the worn wooden floor. She loved dance studios. The ever present smell, the same wherever you went, the soft wooden boards under soft pink ballet slippers. But, somehow Bella couldn't focus today, even in her element. Of course, she was an excellent dancer, so it didn't make much of a difference, but still. She couldn't stop thinking about those green eyes, and strong arms the grabbed her before it all went black, that day she was almost hit. "I wonder who he is," she murmured to herself for the thousandth time. She left the changing room, showered and fresh, and walked back out to the lobby. "Blair, are you ready?" Blair stood and Bella took her arm. "Let's walk like friends," she laughed. They stepped out, and began walking toward Chez Marco, sharing earphones from Bella's iPod. With the music, and rushing sounds of traffic, Blair never heard her phone's alert about the new voicemail she had just received.

A/N: That's it. I told you it was tiny, but please review. I need to know if I should keep going. If anyone has any ideas, suggestions, CONSTRUCTIVE criticisms, yada yada yada, REVIEW!