Cecily von Ziegesar - Gossip Girl 10 Would I Lie to You

Before Vanessa filmed her first movie,
Dan wrote his first poem,
and Jenny bought her first bra.

Before Blair watched her first Audrey Hepburn movie,
Serena left for boarding school,
and before Nate came between them....

it had to be you
the gossip girl prequel

Coming October 2007

Disclaimer: All the real names of places, people, and events have been altered or abbreviated to protect the innocent. Namely, me.

hey people!

Do you ever feel like the luckiest girl alive? Well, youre not, because I am. At this moment, Im sunning myself on ber-social, totally gorgeous Main Beach in East Hampton, watching the preppy boys pull off their pastel Lacoste polos and smear Coppertone all over their sun-dappled shoulders. See, theres a reason any New Yorker who doesnt want to leave the city completely summers in the Hamptons, and its the same reason people wear Christian Louboutin strappy sandals or fly first class: the best is just better.

Speaking of the best, nobody does it better than Eres. Im a modest girl, but even I think I look pretty stunning in my mango-colored halter bikini top and matching boy shorts. Okay, maybe Im not that modest, but why should I be? If you were looking this gorgeous lolling about on a white sand East Hampton beach, youd be talking about it too. As I learned in my private, all-girls Upper East Side elementary school, its not bragging if its true.

Thank goodness summer is here, and were finally getting down to the hard work of taking it easy. After a busy June in the city, July has arrived with a gentle breeze off the Sound and standing reservations at all of the Hamptons best restaurants. Hot and humid Manhattan is close by, but wed rather stroll around barefoot in our Eres or Missoni tapestry-print bikinis and Calypso batiked sarongs, or steer our platinum-colored Mercedes CLK 500 convertibles up and down Main Street in East Hampton in search of the ever-elusive parking spot and the boys in Billabong board shorts.

Were the boys with sun-kissed hair, driving back from Montauk with our surfboards strapped to our Cherokees roof racks. Were the girls giggling from our lime and raspberry-colored beach towels, or partaking in some after-sun pampering at the Aveda Salon in Bridgehampton. Were the princes and princesses of the Upper East Side, and now we rule the beach. If youre one of us, aka the chosen ones, Ill be seeing you around the Island. It seems the season is already in full swing, especially now that some of our favorite faces have decided to grace us with their presences. Namely...

the dynamic duo

Just so you know, I cant keep up either. The weather report on these two seems to change daily. Are they friends? Are they enemies? Frenemies? Lovers? You know who Im talking about: B and S and the one thing I know for certain is that theyre now certified, official fashion icons. Yes, weve known all along, but it seems the fashion-elite are finally catching up. After meeting B and S on the film set of Breakfast at Freds last month, a certain monogrammed-velvet-slipper-wearing tastemakerhe of the capped teeth and year-round Palm Beach tan has decided to keep the two girls at his Georgica Pond manse for inspiration. I hope his menagerie (which I hear includes several lapdogs, a pair of llamas, and two scary-thin saucer-eyed models plucked from Estonian obscurity to star in his upcoming ad campaign) doesnt become too jealous of the new arrivals. Oh, who am I kidding? Those two always manage to make everyone jealous. After all, they have kind of a lot to be jealous of.

summertime, and the living aint easy

... for everyone else. It seems some girls really do have all the luck, and everybody but us is plum out of it. For instance:

Poor N, working every day on the coachs split-level house or sulking by his pool in Georgica Pond all by his lonesome. Whats he so upset about? The collapse of his romance with that skanky, gum-snapping townie girl? Believe me, she wouldnt know an Eres bikini if someone threw it at her Clairol Nice n Easy #102 bottle-blond head. But hello? Im available....

Poor V, trapped in her own circle of hell: living with longtime love D but not kissing him, and picking dried booger-globs off her black Carhartt cargos while the hyperactive little boys shes babysitting burp the alphabet.

And poor D... Well, maybe he doesnt deserve too much pity, since he was cheating on V with that flaky yoga girl, and now V is stuck in D s little sister J s pale-pink bedroom next door. Besides, hes still got his work and a seemingly bottomless canister of Folgers crystals. Sometimes it seems he likes bad coffee and bad poetry more than he likes girls. I cannot imagine!

sightings

B shopping for new luggagea quest that took her to Barneys, then Tods, then Bally. Doesnt that girl ever get tired? Obviously not, and neither does her AmEx Black card, which her mother just gave back to her following B s $30,000 international shopping spree. Yikes! S at the newsstand on the corner of Eighty-fourth and Madison, loading up on every available fashion and celebrity glossy, surreptitiously scanning the columns for mention of herself. A girl needs beach reading. A dejected-looking N, picking up a lukewarm six-pack of Corona at that seedy liquor store in Hampton Bays. No word on whether he was stocking up for a romantic sunset barbecue on the beach or just drowning his sorrows. Given the shenanigans at the Breakfast at Freds wrap party, probably the latter.