you can't tell me the past will never mean more than a memory.

[rosepetaled]

Song: Believe In Me
Artist: Rooney

I've lost the battle and I'm losing the war, and I keep on asking myself what for. If you believe in fate and destiny, then open your eyes and believe in me.

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[rosepetaled]

Freshman year of college is nothing like she'd expected. She takes the legacy scholarship at NYU, following in Dan's footsteps to enroll at Tisch, and the costuming classes she takes eat her alive spring semester. Her friends, all from outside the city, opt to go somewhere warm and sunny for Spring Break, and Jenny is left to sew and draft and render until her fingers feel like they're going to fall off. But the last Saturday, she gets a call from her student mentor, Cassidy-- you can't burn out over break or nothing will get you through 'til summer-- and she allows herself to get dragged out to some club she knows from her days at Constance that somehow feels less fascinating now that she's legally allowed to be there.

She's stupid, that night, and lets guys she doesn't know buy her a few drinks, but she turns them away like she always does when they get too close. She's buzzed by the time she lets Cassidy drag her out onto the floor, and the beat is reminiscent of model apartments and bad decisions, but she doesn't care. She dances with a boy who looks like heartbreak, and doesn't ask his name, just kisses him and forgets about consequences and her history for a night.

When she wakes up in the morning in silk sheets, she almost starts to cry. They even smell like him, and she scrambles to find her things. It only tugs at her heart more when she finds them folded in a corner, and as she tugs her jeans on, a little piece of paper flutters to the ground that she can't help but read.

You told me once you didn't believe in fate. What do you believe in?

It's so quintessentially him that she can't bear it. The close comparison isn't the real thing, and she doesn't want to sell herself short, so she folds the paper up and leaves it on the bed as she makes her way to leave.

Jenny can't help but drop her purse when she sees the real Nate Archibald pouring her a cup of coffee in the kitchen. He just smiles and murmurs something about always going after what she wanted, and she sinks into the couch with a dazed expression. She doesn't listen to anything after that-- he implores her and begs and pleads, and says something about a letter that she never got and a second chance at what they should have had; she's too busy trying to figure out how she could have lived without him this long.

[burstoflight]

OMG! That's EXACTLY what is gonna happen on the show...or close to it. Pure perfection.

Jenny would totally just be sitting there with a dazed expression and Nate would be rambling on and on. LOL.

EXCELLENT!

[dramionefools]

This was perfect. Amazing. I'm lost for words!