A couple things:
-I'm sure I have a million grammatical errors, sorry about that. I'm not much of an editor.
-It's my first fic that I've actually ever completed, so be kind please!
-I'm not much of a writer.
-Comments/feedback makes me happy and are greatly appreciated.
-Could turn out M16. Not too sure yet.
Nate took another swig at his scotch, feeling that familiar burning sensation in his throat. He licked his lips reliving the taste. He'd been sitting at Dylan Murphy's bar for countless hours, just staring into space and wallowing in self pity. Just three short months ago, he had lost the love of his life. He treated his divorce as if it was a death, because as far as he was concerned, Rachel was dead to him and he wanted nothing else to do with her lying, cheating face. He laughed bitterly at the thought that karma may just have gotten him back for falling in love and sleeping with Serena van der Woodsen behind Blair Waldorf's back in the ninth grade. Or maybe when he was banging her when she was Dan Humphrey's, many years ago. Him and Serena could never get it right. Nate sighed, clenching his jaw and played around with the ice in his empty glass. Last thing he had heard from Serena van der Woodsen was she was off in Italy, probably screwing the entire population of a small Italian village. Guess her divorce with Dan Humphrey really did go through.
"Serena," he breathed in her ear. "Please, don't leave me." Nate thought for the tiniest of seconds he saw a single tear roll down her angelic face.
"Nate, I, I-"
"Can't." He finished the sentence for her whilst getting off the bed, standing up straight. "Ok, I get it." Nate stood up and put his clothes back on calmly. He brushed the tear of her soft cheek, and gave her forehead a kiss. His heart ached and longed for her as he tried to fight the lump that was forming in his throat. This wasn't the first time Serena had walked out of his life, but the first time he'd have to say bye. He couldn't look at her anymore as he picked up his jacket and walked out the door. He never attended the Humphrey-van der Woodsen wedding a month later and it was an unspoken rule between him and Chuck to never talk about it.
Nate and Chuck were still tight, still staying true to their eternal bromance. He wondered if Blair knew about Serena and him. If Serena hadn't told Blair, Chuck, the epitome of a doting husband probably would've. Blair Waldorf had such control over Chuck that Nate couldn't comprehend, that man was whipped, even after 13 years together. "Another scotch." He called out to the waiter, making it probably his sixth glass of the night. It was no surprise he was only slightly tipsy, ever since him and Rachel got a divorce, he had drank more in a short period of three months then he was sure he'd drank his whole life.
Nate looked over to four people sitting at a table, he was pretty sure they were on a double date. He missed the days where him, Chuck, Blair and Rachel would just lounge around for hours on his penthouse rooftop and discuss everything under the stars. Occasionally, Blair would bring up Serena and Nate would automatically stir uncomfortably in his seat, which would always spark Rachel's curiosity. Though she knew about Nate and Serena's infamous bar romp many years ago, she had no idea of how their story went way past that night. It was like a fairytale, a prince and princess who wanted to be together, who were also the two most beautiful people in all the land. Not to mention, the prince cheated on another princess who he was promised to be married to and the princess he cheated on her with ran away to a far away kingdom, only to return to be in love with a pauper. The prince and princess then, once again, find themselves entangled with each other only whilst the princess was going to marry the pauper. Classic fairytale.
"Nate?" a familiar, angelic voice sang out behind him. Nate turned around on his bar stool, scotch glass still in hand to see her.
To be continued...