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Ryuurei01: Hey there everyone! Well here's my first shot at a Gossip Girl fanfic and I really hope that you guys enjoy it. It's a one shot that's going to be divided into 2 parts so please Read and Review!

The Course of True Love Never Did Run Smooth pt. 1

I didn't know whether or not I wanted to be happy, or if I had wanted to cry. Seeing him for the very first time in 4 years was not only painful, but overwhelming none the less. It's been four years. Four years since that fateful night of our senior prom where I broke his heart, wrenching mine in the process. Of course I never realized it then, until a year and half later when I found myself in a failed relationship with Chuck Bass.

What did I really expect, happily and ever after with that mother chucker? It's not that he never tried to make things work. God only knows how much our relationship changed him, and his ways. Less nights spent at Victrola, and more nights spent in my room cuddled after a heated session of sex. He even tried to focus more towards school much to my surprise. Chuck did everything he could to make me fall in love with him, but I soon realized that I love his "play hard to get" games, our conniving session to makes the lives of our Upper East Side minions miserable. I soon found that I was never in love with Chuck, but with the excitement he brings into my life.

But I was growing up, and one day I just woke up and faced reality. Life isn't all about the excitement, I had to be serious about my future, and therefore I had to start over. Make a new life for myself, and in order to do this I had to let go of the one thing that's pulling me back the road often travelled – Chuck Bass.

Surprisingly, he handled the break up much better than I thought. To say the least, I was expecting him to cry and mope over me, but he simply nodded his head and walked out of my pent house. I guess once a chucker, always a chucker no matter how hard they try to pretend otherwise.

After the break up with Chuck, life didn't get any easier. In fact, it only seemed to get harder. I had no reason to slack off anymore, not that I ever did. I knew, however, that there wasn't an excuse for me to trade a late night assignment for heated sex with Chuck. So I buried myself into books, and followed my pursuit to be the perfect student that I knew I was always capable of being. My workaholic lifestyle was running smoothly until one night, my past decided to haunt me.

If I could remember correctly, I was looking for an envelope that contained some documents that needed to be examined, but instead I came across an unopened envelope with my name in a somewhat readable calligraphy. I tried to look away from it, but as the seconds passed I became more curious towards the contents of this envelope. I very much knew who had given it to me; the messy writing of my name said it all. What I couldn't understand, however, was why I was hesitant to open and read it. Did I not say goodbye to its sender years ago? My heart no longer recognizes him as anything but a highschool boyfriend right? But as I reached for the envelope my heart was pounding so fast, my breathing much heavier. As I slowly opened it, and read Nathaniel Archibald's profession of his undying love for me, I couldn't help but feel tears welling up in my eyes.

He really did love me.

As I read through the letter, I tried to imagine his big strong arms wrapped around me as he whispers these sweet words to my ears. I shivered at the thought, pondering what it would once again feel like to have his breath at the nape of my neck, slowly trailing kisses, leaving burning sensations with his soft moist lips, hands travelling up and down my arm snaking towards my stomach, gliding upwards towards my... My fantasies about my ex love ended when I realized that I had dropped the letter. I slowly opened my eyes only to be met with my reflection in the mirror.

I looked at myself intently. What has become of me? From the very first time in so many years I looked at my image thoroughly, and found that I didn't know who I was anymore. Where has the girl who knew what would happen next before she even took a step forward gone to? I no longer knew the outcome of my actions. Maybe that's one of the main reasons why I am now always afraid to step out of my shell. In fear that I would make a mistake, and be left alone in this ever so judging world of the Upper East Side. There was really only one person who knew me inside and out. Accepting that I choose to be predictable to secure my happiness and content in life. That person is none other than Nathaniel Archibald, who I just realized still holds a very special part of my heart.

It took me awhile to process that thought. Every night I would linger about the possibility that I may still be in love with my ex. I tried to deny it at first, finding it absurd and impossible. But as I found myself taking out old picture albums and boxes of gifts that Nate has given me, I began to accept the fact that I miss him, and that I could still very much be in love with him.

I tried to put the thoughts of him behind me as I continued on with my school life. I couldn't give up now, not when I finally found something to look forward to. I wanted to put my plans about the future back on track, and that means I had to graduate from college first. Luckily, my determination didn't wither and I soon graduated with stupendous marks.

Feeling good about my achievements I bid my college goodbye, and decided to pursue my future, and what better way to start things off than the Vanderwoodsen-Bass party. Lily was welcoming Serena home from Brown, and she made sure that everyone was there to welcome my bestfriend home. After all, no one ever really expected that Serena would actually graduate from a college. However I did miss her though. Despite our long distance friendship, she was still the first to know about my found feelings towards Nate.

I remembered calling her after my week of contemplation.

"That's great B! I find it really sweet and romantic that after all these years it's still Nate." She paused for a moment and I knew she was choosing her words wisely. Serena truly is my bestfriend, knowing me all too well.

"...I just...I just want you to be careful okay?" Sighing deeply she continued, "You and Nate, I mean it's great and all, but I talked to him after the break up, and he pretty much took it as yours and his' closure."

There was a long pause over the phone line, and I could hear her moving around on her bed, "he was hurt B. He thought he was doing everything right that time around. He knew he hurt you with the whole apartment thing, and he really wanted to make it up to you after prom. He had the whole placed lit with candle lights, with rose petals on the floor and stuff. He was going to tell you he loved you, and make love to you proving his feelings."

I took a sharp painful breath, and felt the tears hot on my cheeks feeling more worse as Serena continued.

"...but then you broke up with him, and he knew that you made your choice."

There was a long pause as I tried to take this all in. Then suddenly I became angry, angry at myself, but I found myself blaming Nate.

"Why didn't he fight for me then? Huh? Did he tell you that? Did he tell you why he let me walk away and run towards the arms of that mother chucker if all along he felt so strongly about me!?" I was shouting at the phone, as I felt the pain of regret and guilt shaking me inside.

In a sad tone Serena replied, "He thought you would be happy. He honestly believed that Chuck was what you needed, so he let you go B."

I didn't know what else to say so I just sobbed, wishing that Serena was right beside me, and not on the other end of the phone. I could really use the comfort of my bestfriend right now.

Speaking out my thoughts I told her, "S, I need you. I could really use my bestfriend right now."

Feeling and understanding my pain she tried to console me the best she could. "I know B, I wish I could be there for you. You know you can always call me whenever you need someone to talk to. I'll be here...and B, you know what they say, if you love someone let them go, if it comes back it's yours if it doesn't it was never yours to begin with. You and Nate have always belonged to each other. You know that, he knows that, I know that, heck, even Chuck knows that. You two just needed some time apart to sort things out, and I'm guessing you got your head all cleared up. Now it's all up to you to make sure his is all cleared up as well."

I smiled at her cliché depiction of mine and Nate's relationship, but hearing that we belonged together from someone else made it seem proper. "I know S, I'm not gonna lose him this time. "

She laughed, "That's my B! Go get him!" I had to smile. Despite of our differences I knew there was a reason as to why I love this girl so much. She's my bestfriend, my sister, and she makes a damn good one too!

After hanging up on the phone with Serena that night, my determination to get back with Nate increased, and I just couldn't wait til I saw him again.

"B!" I was suddenly shaken from my flashback as I felt Serena's long arms envelop me. After the hug I took one good look at her and realized she's still as gorgeous as ever. Dressed in a silver Chanel sweetheart outfit, with a matching silver Jimmy Choo sandals, her long blonde locks cascading down her back, she still manages to steal the lime light.

"It's great to see you too S, good to know some things haven't changed" I gestured towards her right hand holding a glass of martini and gave her a wink. She chuckled, and the gleam in her eyes told me exactly what she would say next.

"So my mom invited Nate, but I'm guessing you already knew that seeing as you look absolutely stunning." I looked down at my outfit. My Versace off shoulder dress ran just above my knees, and clung to my curves. I looked slightly taller with my black Manolos on, and as always my hair was adorned with my infamous hairband. I did look pretty good. Who am I kidding? I made sure I looked extra good tonight because I wanted to make sure Nate would see what he's been missing all along.

As if hearing my thoughts I suddenly heard the familiar voice behind me. Calling out my name with his husky voice, I turned around only to be met with mesmerizing green orbs. There he was, right in front me, in the flesh. Nate Archibald.

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CLIFFY! Alright, well that's the first part. Once again I'm just going to say that this is a one shot divided into two parts. This is my first time writing a Blair and Nate fanfic, even the first story I've written in a very long time so PLEASE be nice and review!

Thanks!