A Chaotic Wedding

Aimee

AN. A sequel to A Patent Proposal. Hope you enjoy, and feedbacks will be greatly appreciated~

Part 1

"Chuck! Can you stop walking up and down all the time?" Nate frowned at his best friend who had been pacing restlessly around the room for the last thirty minutes, "For God's sake, man, you're giving me a headache."

Chuck just threw him a dirty glare. "You're the best man, Nathaniel. It's your responsibility to bear with me."

"A best man's duty includes bearing with the unbearable groom?" Nate asked sarcastically, "What else? Should I marry the bride myself if the groom fainted?"

"I'm not going to faint at my own wedding." Chuck hissed through clenched teeth, "It's not funny, Nathaniel. It's not funny at all!" he stressed every syllable, which really made Nate shivered. "It's just a joke. I'm sorry, Chuck. You know Blair is yours."

"Of course I know." Chuck rolled his eyes, "I'm just afraid she'll forget that when she decides to leave me at the altar."

Chuck's seriousness really made Nate chuckled more. However, the moment he laughed, he regretted it. He watched in sympathy as his best friend's already pale face turned paler.

"Sorry, man. It's not funny. I know." He apologized sincerely, then using a soothing tone, he said, "Come on. You know Blair will not do that to you."

"Why not?" Chuck countered. "You forget how many times I'd hurt her. Maybe she had vowed revenge on me countless times secretly. And what's better than dumping me at the wedding? Oh, maybe she said yes in the first place to torment me. You know, agree to be mine then leave me alone and totally humiliated in front of the whole upper east side. That's typically Blair."

"I thought you two had passed that kind of games?" Nate asked.

"I thought so, too. Until this morning." Chuck groaned, "I have an ominous presentiment, Nathaniel. She will do something really crazy today."

"And I have an ominous presentiment that if Blair knows what you are saying to me now, she's really going to kill you." Nate said impatiently, "Stop being stupid, Chuck. She'll not dump you today. I'm sure."

"Why?"

"She loves you. Isn't it enough?"

"Obviously not enough to make me relax."

"Fine. Then here is the more convincing theory." Nate sighed, "You know how Blair always loves everything to be perfect, especially her wedding, right?" Chuck nodded. So Nate continued. "She'll not leave you, otherwise her perfect wedding will not be perfect any more. Now, is this enough to make you a little easier?"

"Not really." Chuck said, still with a worried expression, "But thanks, Nathaniel."

Nate couldn't help but laughed. "You are being ridiculous here, you know that? To tell the truth, Chuck, you really should have more faith in Blair, and in yourself."

"Tomorrow." Chuck assured him, "Tomorrow everything will be back to normal. Everything will be fine. Just… tomorrow." He frowned, then suddenly, he looked back at Nate resentfully, "You have no right to tell me what to do, Archibald. If you didn't steal my perfect proposal idea, maybe I will have more confidence now."

Nate immediately held up his hands in surrender. "I'm sorry, Chuck. And I believed I have already apologized like what…a thousand times maybe? I'm sorry I used your idea, ruined your perfect proposal plan, and did whatever you thought was my fault. Anyway, Blair said yes. That's what truly matters, right? So stop being silly and more important, stop abusing me. Just man up and marry her. I assure you, everything will be OK."

Chuck nodded, finally sat down on the sofa. Nate said it as if marrying Blair was as simple and natural as falling in love with her. However, it's always easier said than done. He couldn't help but think about all the what ifs. What if she finally came back to her sense and dumped him because he was a bad boyfriend and will be an awful husband and someday an irresponsible and untrustworthy father? What if she decided she didn't love him enough to marry him? What if she found she didn't love him at all?

God bless him. The bitch was really driving him crazy.

Tomorrow. He promised himself. Things would turn to be right all over again tomorrow. He would be her husband and the whole world would know that Blair Waldorf was his and his only. He would have the legal right to holding her hands, kissing her, and making love to her every night… Just tomorrow. No. Just a few hours later. They would have their happily ever after. And his suffer would came to an end.

However, now he could not help being really worried. It seemed that things between them had never go smoothly according to plan. She lost her virginity to him in a moving vehicle. Not planned. They fell in love so deeply and finally said those three words eight letters to each other. Not planned. He proposed to her after everything he prepared being totally ruined. Exactly not planned. Things were always in a mess between them both. And he dared not to expect something different this time.

He was immersed in his own thoughts when the door was forced open. A panic-stricken Serena burst into the room.

"Nate! Chuck!" She was out of breath, a hand holding chest. Her eyes were wide with worry and panic. Chuck stood up.

"What's wrong, Serena?" Nate asked carefully, already having a strong feeling that he would not like the answer.

"Blair!" Serena cried out, "She's missing! I can't find her!"

Nate gasped. He turned, watching in horror as his best friend fell back down into the sofa, as pale as death.

tbc