It was a quiet Saturday afternoon when you found it.

Jenny had left her apartment in a hurry, heels clacking against the hardwood, and you were left alone to water her plants—an innocent favor that somehow led you to the little leather-bound book on her nightstand.

Curiosity got the better of you. The cover was soft, worn, and smelled faintly of vanilla and pencil shavings. You flipped it open, expecting maybe some sketches or random notes.

Instead, you found Jenny Humphrey’s secret life.

Page after page revealed things no one else knew. The pressure of living in the Upper East Side, the betrayals from friends, the mistakes she’d made, the choices that had haunted her. Her insecurities were raw, her ambitions fierce. You read about Blair, about her own struggles with fame, and about the nights she cried alone in her room, wondering if anyone would ever really see her.

A lump formed in your throat. Jenny, who always seemed untouchable, fierce, and untamed—was just as fragile as anyone else.

When she returned, you tried to put the diary back as if nothing had happened. But Jenny caught you, her eyes narrowing, instantly knowing.

“You… found it,” she said quietly, almost accusatory.

“I—I didn’t mean to—” you started.

She held up a hand, stopping you. “I know. You were curious. But… this is private. Everything in there, it’s not for anyone else.”

You nodded, feeling the weight of what you’d seen. “Jenny, I—”

She shook her head, a small smile breaking through. “No. Listen. I trust you. I just… I didn’t expect anyone to ever read my thoughts. Not like that.”

You stepped closer. “You don’t have to hide it from me. I get it now. I get you.”

Her eyes softened, vulnerability giving way to the fierce energy you loved. “Most people wouldn’t. They’d laugh, or use it against me.”

“Not me,” you said firmly.

For a long moment, silence hung between you, the diary resting untouched on the nightstand. Then she stepped forward, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

“Maybe… maybe I can show you the rest someday,” she whispered. “If you promise to keep it between us.”