All This and Heaven Too
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Pairing: Dan/Nate
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1283
Prompt: "Dan's life is running in an endless loop. There ought to be a monkey wrench." For portions_forfox
Disclaimer: I don't own GG (thank goodness). I'm just borrowing it for awhile.
And the heart is hard to translate, it has a language of its own it talks in tongues and quiet sighs and prayers and proclamations
The book sucks.
He knows, stop reminding him.
The guilt has already sunken in, the harsh whispers remain vocal, and the faces of his used to be friends will live on to haunt his once pleasant dreams for eternity.
Observe as the anguish project from their eyes, their nostrils flare whenever his presence enters their view and hear the hisses spewing out of their throats and through their closed mouths. Manhattan and all five boroughs was trap in the Depression era and Dan Humphrey was the reincarnation of John Dillinger. To the rich, he was nothing more than a wannabe socialite/insider, to those who shared the same background as him applaud his expertise on exposing the true side of the over-privileged. No matter what side you pick, it seemed Dan still got the short end of the stick.
There was a time when he didn't want to leave his own home because he's worry of Gossip Girl's faithful followers having their pitchforks ready when he took his first step outside. Releasing personal and private information was Gossip Girl's job, no one else.
For a minute there he thought he had the worst luck in the world. This wasn't a book anymore, this isn't some manuscript that he could edit and change whenever he felt like it. Twist the characters' logic into something that would benefit his main character's feelings or psyche.
The truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn't.
Lucky for him, no one who has a gross income of 250,000 or higher wouldn't dare crossed the bridge just to hunt him down. No hate, angry, or money could push anyone that far.
So now he can sit here and ramble about the what if's and the maybe's and I should have's. It still taking sometime to digest the reality of this monstrosity of a book filled with pages of his destruction than his moment to shine.
(Days later)
He looks like crap; his clothes reeked of cigarettes and cheap scotch, his vision is becoming blurry, his breath reeks of peppermint since he swallow a handful of them to mask the scent of vomit. He can't remember what today is, his turn off his cellphone and his laptop to avoid any anonymous threats via email or text. His dad is busy with the gallery and his sister is miles away in London with Eric, so no sense of companionship to console his abandon soul is near.
(More days past)
He needs to leave, that's it. Serena does it all the time whenever she feels trapped within the twisted web of lies and contradictions she creates. Even though things get a whole lot worse when she comes back-that's not the point. It's obvious no one is going to miss him if he disappears, he should just get this over and done. Whose know, maybe when he leaves he'll get inspired to write again.
Somewhere but where? Mom? No too desperate. Grandparents? Both on his father and mother's side are dead. Dan got of his chair and went through a book shelf where he found an encyclopedia. He went all the way to the back where a large map of the United States of America. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, his index finger traced over the smooth page back and forth until he suddenly stopped. Wherever his finger laid on that's where he'll be going. One eyelid open, it was California.
California? For some reason everyone wants to go there, especially those on the midwest and east coast. Why does the 'Golden State' hold this imaginary fountain of opportunity that's only visible to those who are desperate enough to seek for it...Well he never been there before so it's good to expand your horizon.
In a couple of hours Dan already had two bags packed with toiletries, clothes and a couple of snacks. There was an old car that his dad use to drive but doesn't anymore because Lily has forbidden her husband to be seen in public in some ugly contraption.
A letter left on the counter telling his departure, his room is left as the same when this began tidy. Before Dan grabbed the car keys there was a knock on the door.
Dan ignored the sound from a thought occurring to make believe he was hearing things. Then the knocks got louder and a harsh voice followed, "Dan?"
He unlocked the door and there at the entrance was Nate, he looked like he just got back from one of his classes. His bag hanging over one shoulder, a green flannel shirt with the two top buttons unbuttoned, and dark denim jeans clinging on to his legs.
His blues eyes seem to focus on the bags on the floor instead of Dan.
"Whose moving?"
"What? Oh that! I am, well I'm not really moving per se. I-uh I'm going somewhere for a while. N-Not too long, just for a couple of weeks or so. I hope."
Nate shoved his hands into his jean pockets, "Really? Where are you going?"
"California."
His eyes enter passed Dan and into the room where it scanned the two bags lazily on the floor and a piece of paper on the counter, "This wouldn't have to do with the Insider does it?"
Dan nervously put his hand on his hip, "Oh no no no, no way. You know, everyone needs some time off from everything and everyone. Nothing like a vacation to get the cob webs out and such. But no, this is more than about the book. Much more." He cleared his throat while Nate tried to hide his smile.
"Yea it's about the Insider."
"Figures."
An awkward silence was shared until Nate mumbled an apology.
"For what?" Dan asked.
"I'm sorry for acting such an ass about the book. I just got caught up in the moment."
"No, you have the right to be mad. I shouldn't have written that book behind anyone backs truthfully."
"But still, publishing your book was something you should been a moment to be proud of yourself and be surrounded by those who care about you. And of course we ruined that. It's like what you said, it's just fiction."
"Tell that to your friends and my dad."
"Don't worry, give them a couple of weeks and all of this will be a forgotten memory."
"I wish..." Dan stepped to the side and allowed Nate to come inside. His blue eyes were still on the bag. "Do you know how long you'll be there."
"Two or maybe three weeks."
"California sounds nice, do you think I can come along."
Dan nodded, "It does-wait what?"
Nate only responded in a smile.
"Do you really want to go on a Humphrey road trip, haven't you heard the rumors from Blair that it'll be your worse time of your life."
"Blair also says Megan Fox is just a racy and attention-deprived version of Elizabeth Taylor but that doesn't stop me from thinking she's hot."
True.
The plan for them was to stay in California (Santa Monica specifically) for two weeks but they decided to stay there for the whole summer. Days spent in a cramp car flirting with each other, then on the beach, at the pier, concerts, libraries (Dan) and cafés. Somehow the abundance of UV rays must have alter Dan's damaged creativity because suddenly he gain a strong urge to write. When Dan and Nate return to New York in the beginning of fall he wrote of a story, it was about a young man who fell in love with a person who was a perfect stranger yet a close friend. The person had beautiful blue eyes as well.
Pairing: Dan/Nate
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1283
Prompt: "Dan's life is running in an endless loop. There ought to be a monkey wrench." For portions_forfox
Disclaimer: I don't own GG (thank goodness). I'm just borrowing it for awhile.
And the heart is hard to translate, it has a language of its own it talks in tongues and quiet sighs and prayers and proclamations
The book sucks.
He knows, stop reminding him.
The guilt has already sunken in, the harsh whispers remain vocal, and the faces of his used to be friends will live on to haunt his once pleasant dreams for eternity.
Observe as the anguish project from their eyes, their nostrils flare whenever his presence enters their view and hear the hisses spewing out of their throats and through their closed mouths. Manhattan and all five boroughs was trap in the Depression era and Dan Humphrey was the reincarnation of John Dillinger. To the rich, he was nothing more than a wannabe socialite/insider, to those who shared the same background as him applaud his expertise on exposing the true side of the over-privileged. No matter what side you pick, it seemed Dan still got the short end of the stick.
There was a time when he didn't want to leave his own home because he's worry of Gossip Girl's faithful followers having their pitchforks ready when he took his first step outside. Releasing personal and private information was Gossip Girl's job, no one else.
For a minute there he thought he had the worst luck in the world. This wasn't a book anymore, this isn't some manuscript that he could edit and change whenever he felt like it. Twist the characters' logic into something that would benefit his main character's feelings or psyche.
The truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn't.
Lucky for him, no one who has a gross income of 250,000 or higher wouldn't dare crossed the bridge just to hunt him down. No hate, angry, or money could push anyone that far.
So now he can sit here and ramble about the what if's and the maybe's and I should have's. It still taking sometime to digest the reality of this monstrosity of a book filled with pages of his destruction than his moment to shine.
(Days later)
He looks like crap; his clothes reeked of cigarettes and cheap scotch, his vision is becoming blurry, his breath reeks of peppermint since he swallow a handful of them to mask the scent of vomit. He can't remember what today is, his turn off his cellphone and his laptop to avoid any anonymous threats via email or text. His dad is busy with the gallery and his sister is miles away in London with Eric, so no sense of companionship to console his abandon soul is near.
(More days past)
He needs to leave, that's it. Serena does it all the time whenever she feels trapped within the twisted web of lies and contradictions she creates. Even though things get a whole lot worse when she comes back-that's not the point. It's obvious no one is going to miss him if he disappears, he should just get this over and done. Whose know, maybe when he leaves he'll get inspired to write again.
Somewhere but where? Mom? No too desperate. Grandparents? Both on his father and mother's side are dead. Dan got of his chair and went through a book shelf where he found an encyclopedia. He went all the way to the back where a large map of the United States of America. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, his index finger traced over the smooth page back and forth until he suddenly stopped. Wherever his finger laid on that's where he'll be going. One eyelid open, it was California.
California? For some reason everyone wants to go there, especially those on the midwest and east coast. Why does the 'Golden State' hold this imaginary fountain of opportunity that's only visible to those who are desperate enough to seek for it...Well he never been there before so it's good to expand your horizon.
In a couple of hours Dan already had two bags packed with toiletries, clothes and a couple of snacks. There was an old car that his dad use to drive but doesn't anymore because Lily has forbidden her husband to be seen in public in some ugly contraption.
A letter left on the counter telling his departure, his room is left as the same when this began tidy. Before Dan grabbed the car keys there was a knock on the door.
Dan ignored the sound from a thought occurring to make believe he was hearing things. Then the knocks got louder and a harsh voice followed, "Dan?"
He unlocked the door and there at the entrance was Nate, he looked like he just got back from one of his classes. His bag hanging over one shoulder, a green flannel shirt with the two top buttons unbuttoned, and dark denim jeans clinging on to his legs.
His blues eyes seem to focus on the bags on the floor instead of Dan.
"Whose moving?"
"What? Oh that! I am, well I'm not really moving per se. I-uh I'm going somewhere for a while. N-Not too long, just for a couple of weeks or so. I hope."
Nate shoved his hands into his jean pockets, "Really? Where are you going?"
"California."
His eyes enter passed Dan and into the room where it scanned the two bags lazily on the floor and a piece of paper on the counter, "This wouldn't have to do with the Insider does it?"
Dan nervously put his hand on his hip, "Oh no no no, no way. You know, everyone needs some time off from everything and everyone. Nothing like a vacation to get the cob webs out and such. But no, this is more than about the book. Much more." He cleared his throat while Nate tried to hide his smile.
"Yea it's about the Insider."
"Figures."
An awkward silence was shared until Nate mumbled an apology.
"For what?" Dan asked.
"I'm sorry for acting such an ass about the book. I just got caught up in the moment."
"No, you have the right to be mad. I shouldn't have written that book behind anyone backs truthfully."
"But still, publishing your book was something you should been a moment to be proud of yourself and be surrounded by those who care about you. And of course we ruined that. It's like what you said, it's just fiction."
"Tell that to your friends and my dad."
"Don't worry, give them a couple of weeks and all of this will be a forgotten memory."
"I wish..." Dan stepped to the side and allowed Nate to come inside. His blue eyes were still on the bag. "Do you know how long you'll be there."
"Two or maybe three weeks."
"California sounds nice, do you think I can come along."
Dan nodded, "It does-wait what?"
Nate only responded in a smile.
"Do you really want to go on a Humphrey road trip, haven't you heard the rumors from Blair that it'll be your worse time of your life."
"Blair also says Megan Fox is just a racy and attention-deprived version of Elizabeth Taylor but that doesn't stop me from thinking she's hot."
True.
The plan for them was to stay in California (Santa Monica specifically) for two weeks but they decided to stay there for the whole summer. Days spent in a cramp car flirting with each other, then on the beach, at the pier, concerts, libraries (Dan) and cafés. Somehow the abundance of UV rays must have alter Dan's damaged creativity because suddenly he gain a strong urge to write. When Dan and Nate return to New York in the beginning of fall he wrote of a story, it was about a young man who fell in love with a person who was a perfect stranger yet a close friend. The person had beautiful blue eyes as well.