This is my second attempt at a Gossip Girl fanfiction, so enjoy. This one is more show based, and is set a little bit after the season finale. B/N/C. Please read and review.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, not the show, not the books, not the songs.

Rated: T to M, mostly for language

Bizarre Love Triangle

Chapter One: the only living boy in new york

Gossip Girl here,

Hope you're all enjoying sizzling South Hampton as much as I am. I can't decide what I like best, the sexy boys bringing me my drinks poolside or the sexy little Missoni two pieces barely covering all of our cute butts. Decisions, decisions. Summer can be such a stressful time…

Unfortunately not all of us are so lucky. Little J, spotted, carrying two overflowing trays of Starbucks into Eleanor Waldorf Design, only to emerge minutes later, running back for an iced latte with no melted iced cubes. For shame, Little J. Apparently, the devil not only wears Prada, but also works as Eleanor Waldorf's right hand woman. C, with a new anonymous blonde on his arm. Uh-oh, have things already gone sour with B? And I thought they made such a cute couple. Speaking of, B's ex N, slumming around Georgica Pond sans S. Why the long face, N? It's summer, time of no worries, no inhibitions, and no clothes and I, for one, am all about that last sentiment. That's all for now, I'll save you a seat on the sand!

You know you love me,

Gossip Girl

"One…two…three…four. Stop. One…two…three…four." Nate silently counted the cracks on the pavement as he pounded them, so bored that this was what he was resigned to doing with his afternoon. The sun beat on his already dark arms, making his flesh feel like it was going to melt off his bones. Sometimes he felt that this city was unbearable.

It was even more unbearable alone.

He shuffled along with the throng of tourists, his iPod in his ears, filling it with Paul Simon's desolate voice and lyrics. The only living boy in New York. How appropriate for this very occasion.

There was a reason Manhattanites headed east for the Summer. And he had been one of them at the beginning of the season, following Serena there, foolish enough to believe that she would spend all her time fooling around with him, or at least hooking up with him once or twice. Instead, all she did was mope around complaining about missing Dan. What was so great about Dan Humphrey anyway? That kid came out of left field, Nate hadn't ever seen him coming. But of course, this was characteristic Serena, always going for the unexpected.

Anyway, he was only upset because when Serena went on and on about losing Dan, it forced him to think about losing Blair over and over again.

He waited to cross the street to get back home. Maybe he could kill some hours playing MarioKart on his Wii, one of the many games that had magically showed up in his room the day after his father had left. Who did his parents think he was, some sort of little kid who could be bought off? Well, okay, maybe a little, but it still didn't make up for the fact that his father had fled the country.

A fake and baked, bottle blonde in a miniskirt and a top two sizes too small smiled at him as he stood next to her. She licked her lips, showing off a metal rod through her tongue, and he couldn't help but think of that old Chris Rock bit about people with tongue rings. He laughed to himself thinking about it. She was almost cute, and he was sure that he could probably get her in bed in about two minutes, but he was also too tired to even attempt to pick her up. She winked at him, and he felt a little nauseated by her attempting just a little too hard. He turned up his iPod, letting Metallica's Unforgiven drown out any thought of even changing his mind.

Now that's a pretty interesting playlist N, depressed much?

Nate thought about how his life got so fucked up. His father was addicted to coke, embezzled a bunch of money, involved himself in financial fraud and tax evasion, punched his own son in the face, and then fled the country to Dominica, just to name a few things. His mother locked herself in their Hamptons home, pretending still that nothing was wrong, and thus making it very awkward to be around her. He was pretty sure that she still blamed him for all of this trouble with their family, which to tell the truth was actually all her fault. She was and had always been an enabler and she was the one who got them all in this mess anyway.

Just last year, he had a loving, sexy girlfriend, who adored him and basically hung on his every word. And now he basically had his right hand.

Aren't you forgetting a tiny detail Nate? You did sort of sleep with her best friend. Because you were in love with that best friend.

He had a best friend, a partner in crime with whom he could party and get faded. And then that best friend slept with said former girlfriend multiple times. And then that best friend admitted that he was in love with former girlfriend, forcing Nate to realize that he was an utter, complete fuck up for letting that one go. Strong work, Archibald.

But, this summer was supposed to distract him from that. Serena was supposed to be with him. Blair was supposed to be with Chuck in Tuscany, having sex like a billion times a day, her strong legs wrapped around him, her nails dragging down his back, her lips tasting like Chanel lipgloss. He shook his head to free himself from those intrusive thoughts, but ever since the Bass-van der Woodsen wedding and Chuck's little revelation, Nate had not been able to stop thinking about sleeping with Blair. The irony was not unseen by him.

It had also not been unseen by Vanessa, who quickly got tired of him talking about Blair and Chuck all the time. He couldn't help it, the whole situation amongst the three of them was completely ludicrous.

The thing was…Chuck had shown up at the Bass Hamptons compound not with Blair, but with some random blonde girl whom he was all over. When Serena asked about Blair (Nate hadn't dared to bring her up), Chuck had replied with a simple, "You know me, Serena. One woman can't keep a Bass down, and this chick right here, she keeps me up, if you know what I mean," and with a wink and a smirk, everyone realized that the old Chuck Bass was back.

And Nate did know, he knew that he wanted to punch Chuck right in his smirking mouth. His first thought had been Blair, and how she was taking this, but it seemed like she did not know at all. A little bit of investigation on Gossip Girl revealed that Blair had still gotten on the Bass jet, destination Tuscany, but with some other guy. What the fuck?

So now Blair was off in Europe with some tool who worked for Bart Bass. Serena was consoling herself with All My Children and Oprah. He could have called Vanessa, but she was apparently hanging out all summer with Dan Humphrey. Again, what was with that guy?

Last but not least, he was alone, back in the city because he couldn't take being around those people any longer. He rounded the block to his den of solitude and watched as a girl cut across the street, in a ridiculous get up of Burberry trench coat, huge handbag, and blue headscarf that barely covered her chestnut brown locks. Her very familiar face was half covered by a pair of sunglasses.

Interesting turn of events. Maybe he wouldn't be so alone after all.