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To save herself from the sudden, stormy rain outside, Serena decided to stop da a place that hold a lot of memories for her, good memories and bad ones. When she opened the fancy looking door and entered the bar that was decorated with libri and shelves like an old biblioteca the overwhelming stream of memories in her head wasn't to ignore anymore. Walking inside a bit più she soon spotted the gorgeous bar with the classic background lighting she remembered so well and the handsome bartender, who was probably the only guy with his job who didn't try to flirt with her o even get her drunk that night....
Okay this is my first ever fanfic! i'm not very good at Scrivere but i wanted to try :P.
This is basicly NS moments. They were always pretending. After 3x13 they didn't have to anymore. -----------------------------------------------------
“Where did she go this time?” He asks while she lies down successivo to him. “I don’t know.. somewhere in Europa I think.”
Nate thinks he spots tears in her eyes while they lying there in his bed, the moonlight through the window is the only thing lighting up the room. “I’m sorry” he says. “Don’t be” she simply says and cuddles into his shoulder....
Pop-Tarts at Nate’s. She’d been having them there since she was five years old. And now..and now..
“Mom and Dad want me to go to boarding school successivo year,” she announced, her enormous, almost navy blue eyes growing huge and glassy as they welled up with unexpected tears. Go away to boarding school and leave Nate? It hurt too much to even think about.
Nate flinched as if he’d been slapped in the face da an invisible hand. He grabbed the other Pop-Tart from the packet and hopped up on the counter successivo to her. “No way,” he responded decisively. She couldn’t leave. He wouldn’t...