So how come Dan didn?t invite you?? Elise asked as she rolled a steamed dumpling around in a puddle of soy sauce. To weather the snowstorm, Elise and Jenny had gathered a feast of Chinese food and Oreos and videos they?d never heard of, since everything else at Blockbuster had been rented out. Now they were watching the New York Fashion Week coverage on the Metro Channel in the living room of Jenny?s sprawling, ramshackle Upper West Side apartment. Bizarrely enough, the camera had just panned over the audience at the Better Than Naked show, zooming in on Dan for a moment as he scribbled away furiously in his stupid black notebook. ?Because I?m his little sister,? Jenny answered, stunned that she?d actually just seen her brother?s sallow, sideburned face live on TV. She?d known Dan was going to the show, but she hadn?t even bothered to ask if she could accompany him. He was so obsessed with being Mr. I?m-The-Next-Keats that he barely even noticed her existence anymore. The camera shifted to the Les Best tent in Bryant Park, where Serena van der Woodsen strutted down the runway wearing a cropped white baby tee with I LOVEAARONprinted on it, her gray Constance Billard School uniform skirt, a red wool cape, and Les Best ankle boots. It looked like she was supposed to be a sexy version of Little Red Riding Hood or something. Not that anyone wouldever pay money for a school uniform. ?Hey, isn?t that our peer group leader? Serena van der Woodsen?? Elise pointed out. Jenny stuffed an entire Oreo into her mouth and nodded, her cheeks bulging. It was Serena all right. Looking as perfect as ever. ?Quick, change the channel! There?s no way I can eat anything while I?m looking at those legs,? Elise squealed, tossing a beaded velvet throw pillow at the television. Jenny giggled and turned off the TV altogether. She picked up her I LOVENY mug of Coke, glancing warily at the feast spread out on the old steamer trunk that served as a coffee table. The apartment was so filthy, she worried that at any moment a disgusting lobster-sized cockroach would drop out of the crumbling plaster in the ceiling, right into her cold sesame noodles. She noticed Elise hadn?t actually ingested any food yet. ?You don?t have a problem eating in front of me, do you?? Jenny picked up a pair of chopsticks and twirled them around in the cardboard container of noodles. ?I promise I won?t even look at you.? Elise picked up her dumpling with her fingers and bit it in half. ?That?s just in the lunchroom at school,? she said with her mouth full. ?I can?t eat with all those skinny g............