Hey everyone!
I needed to write something today and so the idea of this came up. It's either an one-shot or the begin of a multi-chapter (depends on your critics aka reviews about it!) from Nate's POV.
I honestly hate story where Nate's just the dumbass so I guess this should be interesting for Nate fans out there. In this story, that is TV based btw, Nate's character is meant to be more like the book-Nate who much more deep than the Show-Nate imo.
So enjoy and please let me know if you liked it or not!
A dark street, midtown New York. The calendar counted the 13th November 2012, it was a cold Tuesday night as a body hit the brick-lined wall of a big building. The person who got pushed into the wall was a tall blond male one. Athletic body covered in a black tux. The bit smaller brunette guy who had pushed him into the wall, stood right in front of him. The dark brown eyes lighted up with the fire of anger. The small brunette girl who stood beside them screamed something but no one listened to her.
"What the fuck, Nathaniel?" Chuck Bass, the CEO of Bass Industries, former boy billionaire, now the youngest billionaire in the world, well respected by the high society, yelled at his best friend.
"Ask her before you freak out man. Just one other push and I swear I'll punch you right through this fucking wall back in your venerated burlesque club!" Nathaniel Archibald, the son of the Captain Archibald who got arrested and sentenced to twenty seven years in prison, the guy who was now in his senior year at Columbia University and faced a career in politics, just like so many of his family members, the well respected Vanderbilts, before, returned icy.
"Chuck, would you listen now?" the brunette girl, Blair Waldorf, daughter of the famous UES lawyer Harold Waldorf, step-daughter of the entertainment –lawyer Cyrus Rose, daughter of the successful designer Eleanor Waldorf, member of NYU's senior class this year who would graduate cum laude, screamed at her boyfriend Chuck Bass. "I had something in my eye and I asked Nate for help while you called the limo. Why the hell do you always have to jump to conclusions?"
"Oh…" Chuck frowned for a second. When the turned around and saw his best friend holding his girlfriends cheek and caress it, at least that was what it had looks like to him, he's mind left him once again. Even after all this years they were a couple, he was still insecure about her running back to the golden boy Nate. "I'm sorry, man. Okay?"
„No, it's not effing OKAY, CHUCK! I've enough of it. It's always the same. Every time something doesn't work out for you, I'm the one you blame. Every time you're jealous, I get punched or scowled at. I played that role for long enough Chuck. Now playtime is finally over. Thanks for the great birthday party!" Nate yelled sarcastically before turning his back to his friends and starting to run down the street. This wasn't the first time Chuck got jealous or insecure or whatever and Nate had to be the one to take the blame. But for Nate the events of this night were the end of this era…..
If he had looked back, he would have seen Blair crying and Chuck starring ashamed to the ground.
The summer after graduation from high school, 2009
Chuck and Blair had finally found themselves a nice apartment. Chuck had to work all day, so it was Nate's turn to help Blair finish everything for the house warming party. It took all day and Nate always get the worst parts. Carry a heavy wood table from the kitchen to the dining room, to the living room and back to the kitchen. Carrying the large boxes of champagne from the basement to the third floor. Calming Blair down when she had her typical and frequently Blair-Waldorf-meltdowns.
When they finish the preparations at five p.m., Blair finally allowed Nate a short break. When he sat down on the couch, she handed him a glass of wine. When he reached for it, Blair thanked him for everything with a kiss, a short peek, on the cheek.
That was the moment Chuck came into the living room and saw Blair kissing Nate. At least that was what it looked like to him.
The evening ended with a black eye for Nate, an ashamed Chuck, an angry Blair and a mocking Serena.
Autumn 2011, Eleanor's fashion show.
Chuck was already in a bad mood when he picked Nate up to visit Eleanor Waldorf's fashion show. Eleanor hated Chuck and vice versa. But nonetheless Blair asked him to come and so he did. But – just as a preventive measure – he took Nate with him.
When they arrived Eleanor greeted Nate with a big smile and a tight hug and Chuck with a disapproving nod. Nate gave Chuck an apologetic look but Chuck just looked angry at him.
Blair was behind the stage and helped her mother and her assistants with the coordination. She only gave him then and when a smile when they eyes locked – what didn't happen very often as Blair was busy and Chuck bored. So, not-so-lucky Nate had to sit beside his BFF and watch him sipping Scotch from the bottle he had managed to sneak in and starring at her. There were moments, Nate asked himself if all of this was worth it. Two hours later he got an answer to that question…
When the show was over, they went behind the stage to congratulate Blair and Eleanor. By then, Chuck was totally wasted. He had drunk the whole bottle of Single malt of an empty stomach. How he'd managed to stand up was beyond Nate. But Nate decided that it'd would be clever for Chuck to face Eleanor under these circumstances. So he pulled him in a corner and called for Blair.
"Archibald, what did you do?" she hissed.
"I didn't do anything." Nate returned angrily. "It's all his own doing."
Chuck was now standing in the Corner of the make-up-room with his eyes shut.
"By the way, congrats, B. The show was great." Nate continued with a small smile.
Blair returned the smile and hugged Nate, "Oh, thank you, Archibald!"
That was the moment Chuck opened his eyes and before anyone could do or say anything Chuck had pushed Nate in a table which collapsed under his weight.
"ARCHIBALD! I told you to keep your hands off my girl!" Chuck yelled.
The night ended in a hospital for Nate, with a broken arm thanks to that little stunt of Chuck.
Back in 13th November 2012
Nate stopped a block away and called a cab. His 21th birthday hadn't turned out as the fun it was supposed to be and he knew who's fault that was. Ever since Serena had gone away with Carter, he was left alone with bitchy B and crazy C. Serena had run off to look for her father two years ago. In the first weeks she called sometimes. But when she and Carter finally and officially got together, the calls and messages stopped. Today was his birthday and she didn't even called or sent an email.
It was enough. Just enough. Nate Archibald, the golden boy, pride of his parents and grandparents, best friend of some of the most disturbed people in whole Manhattan finally reached his limit of the bearable. He was sick of being the rebound boy or the BFF by the grace of God whereby Chuck Bass was the god because sometimes Nate could swear he thought of himself as exactly this.
He wondered when they changed so much. They, the NJBC, were never as carefree or free for that matter as the other children. High expectations and legacies waited for them to be carried on.
When Serena's father left, when Blair's father left and had his coming out, when Nate's father got arrested and judged to many years of prison, when Chuck's father died. They all just survived because they had each other. But today, something that was already dying for a long time, finally took its last breath.
It was about time to leave. It was about time to move on for good. A future with No Chuck, No Blair and most important No Serena was waiting for him out there and he was glad to take that.