You were lounging on the couch in Blair’s chic Upper East Side apartment, scrolling through your phone when Blair sashayed into the room, her usual air of sophistication mixed with curiosity

“I swear, you have to see this,” Blair said, brandishing her phone like a weapon

You raised an eyebrow “What is it this time, Blair? Another failed fashion attempt from some wannabe designer?”

Blair smirked, tapping the screen and holding it out “No, even better. You.”

You leaned over, squinting at the screen. It was a meme—an exaggerated, cartoonish version of you sprawled on a couch surrounded by snacks, captioned:“How I survive Blair Waldorf’s drama.”

You burst out laughing. Blair’s perfectly arched brow twitched for a moment, then she too started laughing, her melodic voice filling the room

“Oh my God, they got you so perfectly!” she managed between giggles“You, the ultimate couch potato while I conquer the Upper East Side!”

You nudged her shoulder playfully “Hey, at least I survive in style. You should be grateful.”

Blair, still chuckling, suddenly whipped out her phone again “Alright, my turn. Now, you’re going to love this one.” She showed you a second meme, this time of her sitting on a throne with a crown labeled“Queen Bee of Memes”, with a tiny version of you bowing at her feet