Nate awoke to the sweet aroma of Serena's Redkin shampoo wafting from her blonde locks. He must have rolled over to her when Blair got up, because he didn't remember lying down next to her. Blair always made sure she had a spot next to Nate, but Nate loved sleeping in the middle of both girls. Or just sleeping next to Serena. Oh how he loved her scent, an unexplainable mix of cream and berry, that he loved waking up to. His hazel eyes opened up to her blonde hair that flowed halfway down her back. He loved waking up to Blair too, but waking up to Serena was different. It was almost like waking up to the sun peeking through the window; the warmth welcomed you to a new day. Serena was still in full slumber. After all, it was 6:30 in the morning, but yet Nate was ready for a new day.
The sun peeked through the window of Blair Waldorf's window and illuminated Serena's body. Nate was entranced by her beauty in that moment. He had never seen something so beautiful in his life. The way she slept was so peaceful that Nate felt as though he could watch her for hours. The light made Serena almost look angelic. Nate felt his heart thump through his chest. He couldn't explain what was going on. Maybe he was dreaming.
All of the sudden, Serena started to stir. She opened her big blue eyes and batted them a couple of times. She met her gaze with Nate's and studied him. The sun shone through his hair and made his eyes almost look golden. He looked like Green Latern after he saved the world; his glow was so strong. Was she dreaming? Could this type of beauty really exist?
It seemed like an hour, but this moment between them was only a minute long. Serena ended the entrancement with her melodic voice. "Good morning sleepyhead." She giggled, throwing a pillow at Nate. Nate snapped out of the entrancement and hit her with a pillow.
"You're the sleepyhead. You're the last one awake." He told her, hitting her again with the pillow.
Serena smiled and laid her head on Nate's chest. "Where are Chuck and Blair?" She asked, looking around the room.
"I don't know, they weren't here when I woke up." Nate exclaimed, wondering where they could be. Serena's head on his chest felt warm and welcoming. He stroked her blonde hair away from her face. He felt like he should kiss her, but he didn't know how. After all, he was only eight years old. Serena looked up and gazed into his eyes. Should she kiss him? She trembled as he leaned down towards her face. Nate couldn't do it. He couldn't kiss his best friend. He slowly leaned back up and stared at the ceiling fan.
"Well, I smell breakfast!" Serena exclaimed, sitting up and flinging the covers off of her.
"Chuck and Blair are probably already down there waiting for us." Nate responded, throwing on a random shirt he found in his corner of Blair's room.
Nate saw Serena's beauty from that day on as something he could never describe. As life went on and the tables turned, he thought he saw beauty in other things. Serena did the same. But the two realized that nothing could compare to the beauty they saw in each other. Their beauty was not just physical beauty, but a mix of their feelings, ambitions, and desires all wrapped into one. A beauty that no one else could hold. And like Blair and Chuck, fate would keep trying to push them together. And in the end, fate would bring them together.
