The One Where The Girls Come Up With The Idea

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The days slowly pass by. And when I say slowly, I mean it. It seems like the eternity has passed by, but unfortunately, it's been only a week. And I can't say nothing has happened.

Grandfather tried to introduce me to some guys who happened to be sons or nephews of famous politicians. After that one dinner he tried to take me to, I refused to go to any of the other dinners. Although I have to admit, when we were on some sort of formal dinner at the Prime Minister's office, I noticed a guy who was rather handsome. He had dark tousled hair and was very strong and tall, obviously an athlete. He was also one of the rare people who didn't pretend he was glad to be there and maybe that's one of the reasons grandfather pulled me away from him quickly. Finally, grandfather gave up and realised no one will ever make a descent woman out of me.

Grandmother, on the other hand, claimed that I have to make myself a descent lady before any other guy can. She spent the entire week trying to make me speak 'the real English' as she calls it. My American accent was driving her insane and my attitude wasn't helping. She made it her business to teach me how to walk, talk, eat and behave like a lady. At first, it was amusing because I could always find a way to drive my grandmother mad, but that is one determined woman and it isn't easy to make her stop doing something she already set her mind on. So when she started giving me dance lessons, I was the one to suffer because no matter what I did, she didn't give up.

My mother watched that circus, but didn't do anything to put me out of my misery. The tension between the two of us grew more and more every day and I didn't have a problem with it. Actually, I started to call her Wanda instead of mother like she insisted. In that moment I knew I was acting childish and immature and I know she must've been hurt, but all I could think about was the fact that I'm returning to New York in just a week. I really couldn't care less about her feelings.

Ashley did her best to ignore me since that incident with her boyfriend. I haven't seen him at the house for the rest of the week so I assumed they broke up. I can't really say I was worried about it. I didn't even like Daniel. To me, he seemed like a stuck up mommy's boy just like the rest of the guys I met here. I don't know what Ash sees in him. I know how much influence our grandparents have had on her, but I actually thought she had more brains than that.

A week after I have arrived, I got to spend a free evening without any lessons while Wanda was at work, grandmother and grandfather were at one of their boring dinners and Ash was out with her friends. I was just reading the magazine about soccer in England when I heard the doorbell ring again. I get up from the couch carrying a bowl of ice-cream with me. I open the door and for the second time, face Daniel.

"Good evening." He says standing there.

"Hey." I greet him eating my ice-cream.

"I assume you're not Ashley." He says looking at me. I shake my head with the spoon still in my mouth. "So I thought." He says and smiles at me. I raise my eyebrows. "Don't you want to ask me inside?"

"Not really." I say looking at him suspiciously. "Ash is not here."

"I know." He says. "On Friday night she's usually with Meredith and Victoria."

"Then why are you here?" I ask him suspiciously.

"I actually came here for you." He says as he gets closer. "I was thinking we could..."

"What?" I ask raising my eyebrows. "Ashley is your girlfriend."

"She doesn't have to know." He says and leans in to kiss me, but before he comes too close to me I slap him.

"What the..?" he asks looking at my shocked and angry face expression.

"Daniel?" I hear a voice and both of us look at the entrance of the garden where Ashley is standing and looking at the two of us.

"Hey, sweetie, I was looking for you." He says as she approaches.

"Really?" Ashley asks. "For me or my sister?"

"You, of course." He says without a bit of shame. I open my mouth in shock. How dares he do it?!

"Right." Ashley says. "Daniel, we are over."

"What?!" he asks.

"You heard me." She says looking determined.

"Don't do this Ashley, you know you're going to regret it. What is your grandmother going to say about it?"

"Don't bring my grandmother in this." Ashley says. "Just leave now. And don't ever come back!"

"One more chance, Ash..." Daniel says and grabs Ashley's arm when she tries to leave. I immediately tae a step towards them.

"No! One more chance for you, dick!" I threaten. "You better go away or I'll show you how we do it in Brooklyn!"

"Are you joking?" he asks looking at me.

"Try me." I say and he laughs.

"Fine." He says. "I'm going. But you'll be sorry."

"Oh, and douchebag!" I call him when he starts walking away. "Don't call her Ash!"

Ashley and I stand there watching him leave.

"You didn't have to threaten him." Ashley says to me.

"I like to threaten people." I say. "Plus, you are too polite to do so."

"No, what I meant was, I don't need help. Not from you anyways." She says bitterly and turns to me.

"I was just..." I start, but she cuts me off.

"You're not my friend, Blair." She says. "We're sisters. No, forget that. We're not even sisters. You're a stranger to me."

With that said she enters the house leaving me standing outside feeling hurt.

Oh, no she won't! I follow her to her room. I open the door without knocking.

"Fine!" I say. "We're not friends. We can't stand each other. But we are sisters. And we are stuck with each other for another week. And what you saw out there, that was me being nice. So if you can't accept it, fine! Be your usual stuck up self and keep me out of it!"

I turn around before she can open her mouth and go to my guest room. I jump on the bed and grab the magazine I was reading. But just a few minutes pass before I hear a knock on the door. The door opens and Ashley walks in carrying the bowl of ice cream I left downstairs.

"I'm sorry." She says looking guilty. "I was just angry. I saw that Daniel tried to kiss you."

"I would never kiss him back." I say disgusted. "He's a disgusting creep who only thinks of himself and..."

"I get it." Ashley says.

"Sorry." I say and Ashley laughs.

"Actually, you are right." She says. "He is a creep."

"Then why did you date him?" I ask surprised when she hands me my bowl of ice-cream and sits next to me on the bed.

"Actually, grandmother introduced us two years ago." Ashley confesses.

"I should've known." I say.

"Yes, you know how that works." She continues. "He's a son of the Secretary of State for Defence so she thought the two of us were supposed to be together."

"Did you like him?" I ask.

"I did care about him." She says.

"So no?"

"No. I didn't like him." Ashley says. "I just didn't feel fireworks when the two of us would kiss or when we would touch."

"So who did you kiss that you felt fireworks?" I ask suddenly all interested.

"Umm... No one. I just..."

"You don't have to tell." I say.

"It's nothing, really." She says but I notice she's blushing. "Are you accepting my apology?"

"Sure thing." I say. "You want some?" I offer her some ice-cream.

"Grandmother says that it's not good for your skin." Ashley says and I roll my eyes.

"You just keep listening to her. Look where that brought you." I say.

"You're right." She says and grabs the spoon from the bowl. "I really should stop listening to her."

"Then why don't you?" I ask her.

"Because I'm not you." She says and looks at me. "I can't just say 'Screw you all, I'm not going to work at the Ministry!'"

"You don't want to work at the Ministry?" I ask surprised. Since I was here that was all grandfather was talking about. She shakes her head. "What do you want to do then?"

"It's kind of silly." She says with a small smile.

"Go on!" I encourage her.

"I want to be a fashion designer." She says. "That's not really something my grandparents would allow."

"True." I say completely surprised about her decision. "But you can't allow yourself to end up like our mother. She's not happy like this."

"Is our father happy?" she asks me suddenly.

"I think so." I say. "But he misses her."

"He never dated anyone else?" she asks and I shake my head. "Neither did Mum."

"You can't do that, Ash." I say.

"I know, but I don't think I have a choice." She says and looks at me. "What do you want to do after school?"

I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know. I just haven't figured out who I am or who I would want to become."

"Maybe you'll figure it out this year." Ashley says and gets up.

"Maybe." I nod my head.

"I'm going to see if Beth needs help with the dishes." She says and opens the door.

"Just so you know, Ashley," I say before she leaves. "I am ready to help you whenever you want."

"Thanks, B." she says to me and I smile. She hasn't called me B. for a long time.


Ever since Blair and I had that talk, the relationship between the two of us slightly improved. We were actually sisters. Everyone else noticed it too, but not everyone was happy about it. Our grandparents seemed worried that B. would be a bad influence on me. And to be honest, she was, but that made it slightly more fun.

Also, ever since we had that conversation, a strange idea occurred to me causing me to lose sleep. This is the third night in the row I'm not able to fall asleep because I'm too excited, but also, too scared as well. Blair was returning to New York in just a few days and I had to tell her. I get up from my bed and grab the fashlight from my nightstand.

I sneak past my grandparents' room and head towards the guest room. I open the door and notice Blair sleeping. I close the door behind me carefully and sneak to her bed.

"Blair." I try to wake her up, but she remains asleep. "B!" I hiss at her and she opens her eyes.

"What the hell are you doing, Ash?" she asks me.

"Not so loud." I say looking at the door. "I need to talk to you."

"Can't that wait 'til morning?" she asks sleepy.

"No." I say. "You said you would help me to get whatever I wanted, right?

"Sure thing." She says as she rubs her eyes tiredly. "But I'm not selling my kidney just to pay you a trip to Japan or something."

"That's not what I came to ask you." I say and laugh.

"What did you come to ask?" she asks suspiciously.

"I know this might sound weird, but I was thinking that we could switch places." I say with a smile. Blair stares at me for a while.

"What?!" she asks furrowing her brows in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"B, I can't stand to be here anymore." I say. "You were right, I can't end up like Mum, I just can't. I know what I want to do and I have to follow it. I have to go to New York. It's my only chance of becoming a fashion designer."

"I still don't understand."

"I want to go to New York to live with Dad." I finally say.

"Why are you telling me that?" she asks. "You should call Dad."

"No!" I hiss at her. "No one can know it's me who's in New York. Our grandparents would bring me back immediately."

"So what are you saying?" Blair asks confused. I look at her with a smile and she looks at me finally understanding. She sits up in her bed. "No, Ash, we can't do that."

"Why not?" I ask. "No one would notice."

"Of course they would notice." She says rationally. "We are not exactly similar characters. We know nothing about each other."

"We can learn." I say. "We still have four days until you have to return. We are good actors."

"And if you go to New York, what then?!" she asks me like I'm a complete lunatic.

"I have better chances of finding someone who's going to like my work." I say. "I could make it there."

"You are crazy." Blair says and gets up from her bed.

"I have it all figured out." I say as Blair paces around her room. "We will learn how to be each other. How hard can it be? I mean, we are twins. Then, instead of you, I will be the one returning to New York and you will stay here in London and go to St Peter's."

"Are you even listening to yourself?"

"Think about it, B." I say. "We only have to fool our parents and this is something we can learn. Please, B. You're the one who told me to do something."

"I know, but...not this." She says desperately. She starts walking around the room. "If I would say yes to this, which I'm still not, what do I get from it?"

"Maybe you don't belong in New York." I try to persuade her. "Maybe St Peter's is the place where you can find out what you want to do." I look at the bunch of magazines about soccer next to her bed. "You have always liked to play soccer, right? And you are pretty good at it too. I remember Dad was always bragging about it."

"What's your point?" Blair asks looking at me suspiciously.

"St Peter's has great soccer teams. If you play there, you could get some practice and become even better. A lot of scouts come to the matches to observe the players. You could have a career in sports." I look at her and notice she likes what I just told. I know perfectly well that when she was younger she always dreamed about becoming a professional soccer player, but her school in New York didn't have any soccer teams and although Dad continued to teach her, she couldn't find the scouts who would consider her.

She looks at me. "Fine." She says finally and I start jumping around the room happily. "But when this goes wrong, I'm blaming you."


Here is another chapter. Soon, things will start to get more interesting, I swear. I hope you like it and leave a comment for me, I would really like to hear your thoughts. 

On another note, I know the world is absolutely crazy right now and I honestly hope all of you out there are safe and sound. Sending lots of love from Croatia <3 :) 

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