I've been meaning to get around to a Serena and Nate one shot, so here it is! Feedback is more than welcome (:
Serena Van der Woodsen gazed over at Blair Waldorf and Nate Archibald from a park bench. They were being all sweet and looked blissful with their oh-so perfect picnic. They did this every Sunday. Serena remembered the first time she asked to join them, and she didn't stop asking for years. But every time she did, Nate would always have the same grin on his face and say "Sure-
Blair would cut him off immediately and reply "S, I love you and every thing, but Sunday is Nate's and I day. You know that." She stated it like it was some universal truth. And every time Serena would roll her navy blue eyes. Nate would shot Blair a dissatisfied look, and smile at Serena and mouth "Sorry." Serena was never the third wheel and she was the one who suggested the picnic in the first place.
However, Serena is not eleven years old anymore. She's seventeen, scared and very, very jealous. And Serena was not the type of girl who spent her Sundays leering at her best friend enviously. She despised how in the winter, Blair would tug at Nate's scarf and kiss him on the lips with passion, as if she knew Serena was watching them. And now it was December, it was bitterly cold and Serena was disgusted that she actually dragged herself out here to…stalk her best friend.
But what she really came for was her boyfriend.
Nate and Serena saw each other everyday of the week, except for Sunday. Blair cherished that day, because Nate would be completely hers. They go to brunch together, in the afternoon they'd come to the park and then they spent the evening catching up on copious amounts of homework.
Serena didn't really like Sundays, at all. They bored her. And they were a constant reminder of how Blair snagged Nate away from her all those years ago.
This Sunday, was different. Because Nate had noticed Serena over at the bench, for the first time in about six years, his emerald gaze locked with her blue one. He suddenly stopped kissing Blair and she gave him a strange look. Nate started fiddling with his phone, and sure enough within a minute, Serena's was vibrating against her skin.
Are you watching us? – Nate
Serena smiled bashfully. After all, she didn't like Nate Archibald because of his complete genius. She didn't text back, she just continued to watch, whilst Blair pouted and Nate pulled away.
"What are you looking at, Nate?" Blair said exasperated.
"Jesus, Blair it's a park, there are families here." He replied.
Sundays were never the same after that little snide comment.
Serena continued to observe them whilst slurping her coffee. Fuck, it was freezing. And Nate was wearing that ridiculous moss green cashmere sweater. Serena could never understand what compelled that boy to wear it. Nate was still stealing glances at Serena. He took his cell out again. Once again, Serena pulled out hers.
You want to come over here and help me get out of this? Nate x
Serena smiled again, knowingly. And she knew she shouldn't be, because as commanding, condescending and downright bitchy as Blair Waldorf is, she's the girl that has been for Serena since they could walk. Serena couldn't say she wasn't tempted to snatch Nate away and go drinking with him. And buy him a new sweater whilst they were doing it; but Blair had wanted Nate for so long.
Serena wanted Nate.
And nobody ever knew who Nate wanted.
Nate was the man who Serena pictured getting married and having kids with; two boys and a girl. A blond, tall and poised family, not unlike the Van der Woodsen's themselves.
Serena would wait for Nate. She would wait for her chance with him. She would wait for love. She would wait forever if she had to.
For the first time, she left the park before they did.
Serena chose to believe, even when Blair Waldorf gave Serena a huge reason not to.