One shot - Love me two times
Title: Love me two times
Author: choco_dreamer
Pairing: Nate/Jenny
Rating: PG
Summary: Nate is back from his trip from Europe and he wants Jenny back. Is Jenny ready to forgive and forget?
A/N: It takes a 102 degree fever and an exam tomorrow for me to find my muse (sort of). Written for burstoflight as a result of this meme from eons ago and a belated bday present. Hope you like it Susan!
Disclaimer: Not mine.
The first time he sees her after his trip back from Europe, it’s by accident. He’s sprawled on the sofa in the Van der Bass living room, having spent the afternoon playing Nintendo with Chuck, when she walks in. He has to do a double take because this...fierce woman in front of him is not the little girl he remembers leaving behind at the night of the Snow Flake Ball. Their eyes meet for the briefest of moments before she flicks them over to Chuck, her face expressionless, and mentions something about being late tonight, “There’s no need to send the limo to pick me up, Dean said he’ll drop me back.” Then she’s disappeared out the front door with the click of her heels before Nate realises that his heart is beating twice as fast.
Chuck eyes him wearily and quips about “Always wanting what you can’t have Nathanial”, but his mind is already lost somewhere in last Autumn when she pulled him behind the girls' toilets at some high school music festival and kissed him hard on the lips till he tasted blood.
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The next time he sees her he’s been waiting, leaning against his car, watching the gates of her school for a sign of those sandy white locks. He spots her surrounded by a flock of girls in different coloured headbands, all trying to keep up with her long strides, but she looks bored as she half-heartedly nods at their yapping. She walks right by him without so much as a glance and he has to reach out to grab her hand, “Jenny, wait.” There’s a beat as she appraises him with her cool blue eyes, then nods at the girls, “I’ll see you at Butter tonight.” They both wait for the girls to saunter off before she crosses her arms and fixes him with a stare, “What do you want Nate?”
“A second chance.”
She scoffs at that and swivels around to leave, but he stops her by grasping both her arms. “Please Jenny, just give me a chance to explain.”
“Explain what, Nate? That you didn’t mean any of those things you said to me at the Snow Flake Ball? That getting back together with Vanessa for the third time was a mistake? That you’re coming crawling back to me because Blair is off the market and I’m the newest Queen Bee you think you can parade around to your Grandfather’s?”
Her words feel like a slap to his face and he wants to ask if he really was that heartless, but instead he tells her what he should have admitted to her a year ago. “No. That I still love you.”
He waits for her eyes to soften, for her lips to form a smile, to feel her long fingers wrap around his neck as she kisses him. But none of that happen and they’re left where it all began: on the pavement by an empty road, just him and her and so many unspoken words in between.
She regards him with something akin to pity. “It’s never going to be that easy Nate.” She peels his fingers off her arm and turns to leave, “I loved you once. But I’ve learnt better.”
He’s the one watching her walk away this time and the irony isn’t lost in him. He thinks he finally knows what it feels like to have a heart broken.
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The last time he sees her it’s two years later at the after-party of the annual Waldorf Fashion Parade. She’s the toast of the night and she looks hot as hell in her little black dress and her red peep-toe boots. She moves around with a grace he hasn’t seen in her before, laughing and talking easily with the crowd that swarms around her. She finally stops in front of him and tips her champagne flute in a soft salute. “It’s good to see you.”
“You too,” he breathes truthfully. “You look beautiful. As was your show tonight.”
Her face lights up and he realises with a pang how much he’s missed making her smile.
“I guess you know I’m leaving tomorrow? To Paris?”
He nods, and she smiles almost wistfully, “This is goodbye then.”
“Not if you want to stay.”
She laughs and shakes her head. “There’s nothing keeping me here Nate.” She leans in and plants a soft kiss on his lips. She tastes like vintage Blanc de Noire and Brooklyn evenings and all the wrongs of his past he wishes he could make right. “Goodbye Nate.”
When she leaves, she never once looks back.
Author: choco_dreamer
Pairing: Nate/Jenny
Rating: PG
Summary: Nate is back from his trip from Europe and he wants Jenny back. Is Jenny ready to forgive and forget?
A/N: It takes a 102 degree fever and an exam tomorrow for me to find my muse (sort of). Written for burstoflight as a result of this meme from eons ago and a belated bday present. Hope you like it Susan!
Disclaimer: Not mine.
The first time he sees her after his trip back from Europe, it’s by accident. He’s sprawled on the sofa in the Van der Bass living room, having spent the afternoon playing Nintendo with Chuck, when she walks in. He has to do a double take because this...fierce woman in front of him is not the little girl he remembers leaving behind at the night of the Snow Flake Ball. Their eyes meet for the briefest of moments before she flicks them over to Chuck, her face expressionless, and mentions something about being late tonight, “There’s no need to send the limo to pick me up, Dean said he’ll drop me back.” Then she’s disappeared out the front door with the click of her heels before Nate realises that his heart is beating twice as fast.
Chuck eyes him wearily and quips about “Always wanting what you can’t have Nathanial”, but his mind is already lost somewhere in last Autumn when she pulled him behind the girls' toilets at some high school music festival and kissed him hard on the lips till he tasted blood.
_____________
The next time he sees her he’s been waiting, leaning against his car, watching the gates of her school for a sign of those sandy white locks. He spots her surrounded by a flock of girls in different coloured headbands, all trying to keep up with her long strides, but she looks bored as she half-heartedly nods at their yapping. She walks right by him without so much as a glance and he has to reach out to grab her hand, “Jenny, wait.” There’s a beat as she appraises him with her cool blue eyes, then nods at the girls, “I’ll see you at Butter tonight.” They both wait for the girls to saunter off before she crosses her arms and fixes him with a stare, “What do you want Nate?”
“A second chance.”
She scoffs at that and swivels around to leave, but he stops her by grasping both her arms. “Please Jenny, just give me a chance to explain.”
“Explain what, Nate? That you didn’t mean any of those things you said to me at the Snow Flake Ball? That getting back together with Vanessa for the third time was a mistake? That you’re coming crawling back to me because Blair is off the market and I’m the newest Queen Bee you think you can parade around to your Grandfather’s?”
Her words feel like a slap to his face and he wants to ask if he really was that heartless, but instead he tells her what he should have admitted to her a year ago. “No. That I still love you.”
He waits for her eyes to soften, for her lips to form a smile, to feel her long fingers wrap around his neck as she kisses him. But none of that happen and they’re left where it all began: on the pavement by an empty road, just him and her and so many unspoken words in between.
She regards him with something akin to pity. “It’s never going to be that easy Nate.” She peels his fingers off her arm and turns to leave, “I loved you once. But I’ve learnt better.”
He’s the one watching her walk away this time and the irony isn’t lost in him. He thinks he finally knows what it feels like to have a heart broken.
_____________
The last time he sees her it’s two years later at the after-party of the annual Waldorf Fashion Parade. She’s the toast of the night and she looks hot as hell in her little black dress and her red peep-toe boots. She moves around with a grace he hasn’t seen in her before, laughing and talking easily with the crowd that swarms around her. She finally stops in front of him and tips her champagne flute in a soft salute. “It’s good to see you.”
“You too,” he breathes truthfully. “You look beautiful. As was your show tonight.”
Her face lights up and he realises with a pang how much he’s missed making her smile.
“I guess you know I’m leaving tomorrow? To Paris?”
He nods, and she smiles almost wistfully, “This is goodbye then.”
“Not if you want to stay.”
She laughs and shakes her head. “There’s nothing keeping me here Nate.” She leans in and plants a soft kiss on his lips. She tastes like vintage Blanc de Noire and Brooklyn evenings and all the wrongs of his past he wishes he could make right. “Goodbye Nate.”
When she leaves, she never once looks back.