Serena sighed. She hated being on Gossip Girl, no matter what the news was. "What do we do now?" she asked Nate.
He shrugged. "I was kind of hoping you would know."
Serena laughed. "Another shot might help us," she said. Nate agreed so he ordered another round. And once again, and again, and one more time. They were laughing for no apparent reason. "I—I gotta go to Blair's," Serena pointed out. "It's really late."
She got up and started walking. "Serena!" she heard Nate scream. She turned around and looked at him. He ran up to her. "Have a sleepover. Like we used to, but without Blair."
Serena smiled and nodded. They took a cab to Nate's penthouse up at the top of the building. In the elevator, Serena eventually fell down from laughter. Nate helped her up and walked to his room with Serena in his arms.
She walked in and took off her coat with relief. She found Nate's black digital camera on his desk. "Oh! I haven't seen this in ages. Remember Buck Naked Nate?" she asked. Buck Naked was this character Blair and Serena had created one night at a party in grade eight. It was the first time any of them had drank. Serena ended up daring Nate to take off all his clothes. Of course he did it, and then he passed out. Blair and Serena found it funny if they drew a face on his butt. They called him Buck Naked and took many pictures with him.
Nate fell on his bed. "Yeah, that was pretty embarrassing," he admitted.
She laughed and jumped onto his bed. She cuddled up near him and held the camera up high. "C'mon Natie, smile for the pretty camera." She hasn't called him Natie in over three years. It was good to hear.
They took many pictures, good pictures, and the bad pictures. Eventually they both passed out in Nate's bed. It was one of the best sleeps Serena has had.
The next morning, Serena woke up with Nate holding Serena legs. Her back was to him, and his front side was pushing into her back. Her butt fit in his lap perfectly, and Serena felt comfortable. She hasn't felt that comfortable in a long time. She could feel Nate's warm breathe on the back of her neck. And when she saw something black on the white covers, she immediately picked it up, but not too quickly, because then Nate would wake up.
There were many pictures. There were many good ones, the ones that Serena wanted to print, and then there were the bad ones, those ones needed to get printed, fast. The bad ones included both of them sticking out their tongues at the camera, them laughing, and of course, one of Serena kissing Nate's cheek. The next picture was simple. Nate looked at her and she looked at him. You could see from that picture that they were in love, even if you didn't know them. The third picture was of Nate forcing his lips on Serena. In those pictures, she looked hesitant, but the others, she just sunk into it.
"Oh God," Serena gasped, a little too loudly.
Nate groaned and turned onto his back. Serena giggled. "Serena—you gotta stop getting me this hung over," he said.
"I'm sorry! But if it helps, my head really hurts too," she said.
"Do want to get some breakfast?" Nate asked, looking at the ceiling.
Serena nodded. "Let me just take a shower and get ready," she said as she slipped Nate's camera into her coat pocket smoothly. "Is it okay if I take one at your house?" she asked.
"Of course," he said.
Serena nodded and placed her coat gently on the floor near the bathroom door. She took a quick shower and opened the door so Nate could just see her head. Her hair was flipped leading to the back of her head, and her hair was soaking. "Nate, do you have any shirts I can wear that go with these red fishnet stockings?" she asked.
"I just have this black shirt. It's pretty big on me, so it'll be super big on you," Nate said as he went through his closet to find a black button up shirt. He threw it at her in the bathroom and she smiled. "Be quick, I've got some Advil for you," Nate said.
"Thank God!" she shouted from the bathroom. "Oh Jesus, this is huge. Nate, how did you ever fit this?!" she shouted, forgetting about her headache.
Nate laughed. An hour later, they walked down to the nearest café, and grabbed a table before they all ran out. Many people were staring as they walked by. Nate and Serena could hear, 'Nate Archibald and Serena van der Woodsen?' and 'Yeah, they are finally together. I heard that last night.'
"Last night?" Nate asked. He knew that he confessed his love to Serena last night, but he doesn't remember what happened after. Did they have sex? Are they couple? He didn't know.
Serena sighed, she wish it didn't happen like this. She took the camera from her coat and slid it to Nate's side of the table. He looked at the first picture; it was the one of them kissing.
"Nathaniel, I haven't seen you in forever," a voice came from the door.
Nate took his eyes off of the camera and threw it in his pocket so Chuck or Blair wouldn't snatch it out of his hands. "Yeah, pull up a seat man," he said.
Chuck took a table for two and brought it up to Nate and Serena's table for two. Blair sat next to Serena, and Chuck sat next to Nate. "Nice attire sis, but don't you think that's a little too… Brooklynie…? Minus the stockings of course," Chuck said as he pulled off his leather gloves.
Serena smirked. "Ha, ha, funny," she said sarcastically.
"Plus, I don't think the girlfriend of Nate Archibald shouldn't be wearing that," Blair said, hinting on Nate and Serena dating. No one answered. "Did I just bring up an awkward subject that you guys haven't talked about?" Blair asked.
"Yeah, maybe," Serena said in a high pitched tone.
Blair laughed. "Chuck, how about we leave these two to do whatever they need to do," she said. "Maybe we can do…"
"See you later Nate, sis," Chuck said quickly and impatiently. Nate laughed as Serena made a gagging noise.
Spotted: S, N, B, and C at a café hanging out together. BFF'S 4EVER? I think so.