Make Believe
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nickngregTitle: Make Believe
Author: Leigh
Chapter: 1/?
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Summary: Nick owes Greg, Greg needs a favour
Disclaimer: As hard as I wish it, they're not mine
Notes: This is my first time writing fic. Also my first time posting in a community so if i screw up the cut, sorry lol.
"Damn it!"
Nick didn't have to look down to know that his reddened fist was already beginning to swell. Instead he stared blindly at the considerable dent he had just inflicted upon his unassuming locker door, breathing heavily through his nose in an effort to regain some semblance of composure.
He couldn't believe he'd been so careless. Nick knew that Grissom had handed him a relatively simple case tonight, most likely because Greg would be along with him. It was a breaking and entering in a private residence. General suburbia, nothing fancy. First officer on had secured the premises, no sign of anybody and nothing seemed to be stolen. Just a few broken windows and some black graffiti on what would have originally been a pristine white leather couch.
After surveying the scene, Nick dismissed the officer. This was probably going to be a straight up print job, punk kids getting there kicks, probably not going to found in AFIS. So he didn't think twice about sending Greg outside to process the broken windows.
The initial yelp of fright barely registered with Nick. He was in an almost Zen-like dusting state, enjoying the relative ease a case like this provided. It wasn't that he was being careless or lazy or unprofessional. Just when every other day is another dead body, a B and E with all participants presumable alive and kicking, it was almost like a little brain vacation.
Seconds later when the sound of Greg's shout sunk in, Nick felt instant guilt for his train of thought. Guilt which immediately gave way to panic as he raced to the door that lead to the back yard and pushed through onto the patio, not sure what he would find.
To Nick's surprise Greg was fine, standing defiantly over a kid, no older than 15, who was sprawled in an ungainly tangle of gawky teenage limbs on the stone patio. The teen clutched a raggedy canvas book bag to his chest.
Evidently the boys hadn't stumbled across a criminal mastermind. Turns out the kid, Rob was his name, lived right next door. After seeing his neighbours leave for the night he decided to reek a little teen angst fuelled vengeance on the home of the people who had informed his parents of his pot smoking in the back corner of his yard.
Vaulting the fence had been easy, a satchel full of black spray paint in tow, as was breaking the windows to gain access as he knew there was no security. He was in and out seemingly without a hitch. That was until the neighbours called the police upon their return. Watching the fiasco unfold from his bedroom window, Rob's glee turned to panic when he noticed he had left his bag on the patio complete with wallet. Glaringly obvious proof he had been there. With the police out front, Rob convinced himself he could make it back into the yard and out again without anyone noticing, it was dark after all. He didn't see Greg crouched behind the banana lounge inspecting fallen glass shards.
The lab tech, initially startled by the arrival, got a hold of himself and stuck out his foot as the teen tried to beat tail, effectively tripping him. Spray cans tumbled from the open satchel and rolled to a stop at Nick's feet as he busted through the back door.
The evidence was all there. The kid's tears alone pretty much gave him away and Greg wasn't harmed in anyway. The officer had returned to the scene, taken the kid and his parents to the station, leaving Nick and Greg to finish up and make their own way back. The case had practically tied itself up and yet Nick was more on edge than he had ever been.
Though it had been a couple of years since the tragedy of Holly Gribbs, it was always in the back of the CSI's minds. Sure the kid had turned out to be harmless, but what if he hadn't. Nick was charged with being responsible for Greg and no matter how much the spiky haired lab tech tried to convince him on the ride back to the lab, Nick wouldn't accept that he hadn't endangered Greg.
The Texan's mind was running a mile a minute. He'd have to tell Grissom. While no one was injures, they could have been. Greg could have been. So maybe being in charge wasn't a role Nick was capable of. He was preparing himself to come clean however his plans were thwarted when Grissom intercepted them in the lobby, taking Greg with him to his office to "discuss tonight's events". Nick assumed that the news had gotten back from the PD that all this was his fault.
And now he found himself beating holes in his locker, wondering what the hell was wrong with him.
"You know this door bashing thing you've got going on is bordering on predictable now."
Nick looked up to find Greg's spiky head poking intrepidly around the door to the locker room, a hopeful grin playing on his lips. Nick stood from the bench and motioned for Greg to enter.
"Greg man I'm so sorry. I wanted to be the one to fill Gris in on tonight."
"Fill him in on what?" Greg asked.
Nick rolled his eyes, "Jeezus man. I coulda got you killed at that crime scene. I'm surprised it wasn't Grissom coming through that door looking to tear me a new one!"
"I highly doubt that," Greg drawled, stepping further into the room. "Partly because Gil Grissom doesn't strike me as a violent man. But mostly because he wanted to speak to me about how I've enjoyed my time in the field. I didn't tell him anything and I don't plan to."
"Why not, I'd be pissed as hell if I were you." Nick's eyebrows were raised so high Greg feared that they would tumble back into his hairline.
"No you wouldn't, there's no reason to be pissed. I've been at this gig long enough now to know that I'm responsible for my own actions. Besides, if it'd had been Warrick out there you wouldn't have thought twice about it." Greg gave Nick a raised eyebrow of his own before striding over to his own locker and pulling out a clean shirt. The older CSI had to give him credit for that point, and off Greg's poignant look, sank back onto the bench.
"I guess you're right. Still I can't help but feel shitty about it. I mean if something had happened to you I'd never forgive myself."
Greg let out a laugh which could only be described as a guffaw "Oh yeah I'm sure you'd be heart broken." Nick let out a chuckle of his own, not realising how much tension he'd been holding until that release. "Well maybe I wouldn't go that far but there would be definite guilt. And I owe you big time man, for not telling Gris. Big time." He said as sincerely as he could.
Greg paused in the midst of unbuttoning his fourth shirt button as a promising idea clicked in his head. He turned his gaze to Nick, eyelids lowered slightly as though he were deep in thought. "Owe me huh? That sounds promising." he said in a tone that screamed for an accompanying wink, yet he forced both eyes to remain open, not wanting to put Nick off before he could take advantage of this situation. The older man just looked relieved at the thought of being forgiven.
"Sure breakfast on me for a week. How does that sound?" Nick asked.
Greg couldn't help the smirk that cracked his otherwise placid face. "That's not exactly what I had in mind..." he began but Nick was quick to appease, "Anything you want Greggo, I'm all yours." Greg mentally bit his lip at that statement, mostly because physically biting his lip might give away just how much the idea of the hunky Texan offering himself to him was affecting him. Instead he shook his head in a slight effort to clear it, sucked in a deep breath and prepared himself for what he was about to ask of his co-worker, his friend.
"Well it's just that I've got this family barbeque thing coming up. Relatives are flying in from all over to my parents place. It's going to be hell with hamburgers and to make matters worse, I don't have a date..." One of Nick's patented smile slowly crept across his face as Greg spoke before he broke into the younger man's sentence. "And you want me to find you a hot girl to take with you? To bad we're not in Texas man, I've got a Rolodex of sisters to choose from. But I'm sure I could rustle something..." It was Greg's turn to interrupt, but not before taking another deep, reassuring breath.
"Again, not really what I had in mind." Nick looked puzzled and Greg's hope of the older, more experienced man figuring out what he wanted without making him go through the embarrassment of coming out and asking for it was quickly waning. "Well what then?" Nick pressed.
"Iwaskindahopingyoudgowithme." Greg mumbled.
Nick let out a laugh, louder and less tension filled now, "For a minute there I thought you said you wanted me to take you."
"I did." said Greg, still mumbling and tucking his chin to his chest so that all Nick could see was the top of his spiky head. Nick was a little taken aback, but is curiosity got the best of him so he asked "Why? Would this be like a...date?"
Greg's head shot up, eyes wide "No. No no no. No. I can find my own dates."
"Then why ask me?" Nick queried with a forced sense of ease that let Greg hear the "Cause I'm a guy." That Nick longed to add to that sentence.
"And you call yourself an investigator. I'm surprised the whole night shift doesn't know I'm gay. Not that I made it obvious or anything but you guys did make it here based on your perception skills." Greg fiddled with the last to buttons on his shirt before popping them open, hoping to change quickly and escape the inevitable.
"Wow man I didn't know, I'm sorry."
And there it was, Nick Pity. That was the last thing Greg was looking for. "Don't be sorry man, I get enough of that from my family." Nick rose from the bench and said "That's not what I meant Greg. I just mean, we're friends aren't we? I should have noticed something like that. I'm sorry."
Okay maybe not so much Nick Pity as Nick Guilt, which Greg could handle. He halted after the last shirt button and let Nick continue. "So if you don't need help finding a date, why are you asking me to this shindig?"
Greg smirked a the use of the word 'shindig'. He knew that was Nick attempt at lightening the mood to make him more comfortable, and it was kind of working.
"It's a long story man."
"I got the time Greggo."
Nick sounded genuinely interested, and Greg knew he'd have to tell him at some point anyway so he took yet another deep breath and began.
"Truth is I could take any old guy," Greg paused at Nick's mock hurt expression, "No offence to you of course. I just mean there are a lot of guys I've dated who I could take but it would just be too complicated."
"Complicated how?" Nick asked, sitting back on the bench. Greg sat too, turning so he was facing Nick and crossing his legs Indian style.
"See the thing is the whole reason I'm even bothering to bring a date is for my parents sake. I have this sister, Heather, when we were growing up she was always the centre of everything. Everything came easy to her, boys dating. Total drama queen too. But when I came out at 17, things changed. All of a sudden I need 'special attention', like being gay is some mental affliction or stigmatism that will surely make it difficult for their little boy to navigate the romantic world alone. And so began the over accommodating via any awkward blind dates and fix ups. True story. My dad came home from work one night about a week after the 'big news' and says "There's one of those homosexuals in the office next to ours, you should take him out" "Yeah what's he like says me and he just stares at me blankly like I should be thrilled that he's found the only other gay guy in the state of California and the fact that we're both fags makes a match made in heaven.
"Ever since then whenever I go home to visit there's always a suspicious "friend of a friend" who happens to be gay and available. Like they've got them on tap or something just to let me know they accept me. Which is more than some people get and that's great don't get me wrong but I can do it myself, you know?"
Greg had been staring transfixed on his twisting fingers through his little monologue and looked up now expecting to find Nick half asleep, or at lease shifting uncomfortably. Instead he was listening intently, head cocked slightly to one side. After processing what he had just heard Nick asked, "So if you want to prove to them that your self sufficient why not take one of these guys you know? Call your parents, tell them your bringing a date and put an end to this."
Greg could have laughed if he wasn't so worked up at the thought of seeing his parents, all that escaped was a nervous giggle. "It's not that easy. None of the guys I see are serious, just friends with benefits if you will. The second I step through the door with a 'boyfriend' there'll be gay marriage discussions and adoption brochures and it's all just to much to put on some guy I fuck once seven months ago. I just need someone who knows the score. Who'll fake it for a weekend and put up with my parents because he knows that after the weekend it'll just be a favour paid. Sure we can laugh about how bitchy and crazy my sister is now and again but other than that it's forgotten. Done. Over." Greg stopped when he realised he was in desperate need of air. After a gasping breath he turned to Nick "And that's where you come in."
Maybe it was how vulnerable Greg looked at that moment, slightly dishevelled, sitting cross legged with his eyes wide. Or maybe it was the sight of the younger man in an unbuttoned shirt, Nick's reaction to which being what got to him the most. Sure he could say that Greg was attractive, because he definitely was. But that he was attracted to him. There was an odd new train of thought that Nick automatically derailed and pushed to the back of his mind. Either way Nick still felt guilty, any other motives could be processed later.
"Calm down Greggo. I said I owed you one and I'll back you up on this if that's what you need." The words were out of his mouth before he realise how much weight and feeling he put behind them. In an attempt to lighten the sentiment he added "Besides how awful can your family be?"
Greg's face creased into a grimace "Trust me when I say I'm sure I'll owe you one back by the time the weekends through. Seriously man are you sure you want to do this, I mean it's gonna take some work. We have to make this believable."
Neither man had noticed Warrick had entered the room.
"Hi guys. Make what believable?"
Both Nick and Greg looked at each other, then at Warrick and back again. Greg tried to cobble together an answer. "Err...role playing game! Dungeons and Dragons, there's a reason why it's a classic."
Warrick opened his locker and started pulling out his stuff. "Man you two are such nerds. I should find you each a date." Greg and Nick glanced at each other once again and let out nevous chuckles before shooting up into standing positions.
"Ah I um gotta go," Greg babbled "But you're in, right Nick?"
Nick was already going to say yes but the hope in Greg's eyes cinched the deal.
"Definitely man, you can always count on me"
Relief washed over Greg's face as they held the look between them a little longer than was necessary. Warrick looked from one man to the other and shut his locker door with a sigh. "You brothers take this geek junk waaay to seriously. A date would definitely benefit the both of you."
Nick was certain that he heard Greg's nervous giggle again as the door swung shut behind him.
Author: Leigh
Chapter: 1/?
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Summary: Nick owes Greg, Greg needs a favour
Disclaimer: As hard as I wish it, they're not mine
Notes: This is my first time writing fic. Also my first time posting in a community so if i screw up the cut, sorry lol.
"Damn it!"
Nick didn't have to look down to know that his reddened fist was already beginning to swell. Instead he stared blindly at the considerable dent he had just inflicted upon his unassuming locker door, breathing heavily through his nose in an effort to regain some semblance of composure.
He couldn't believe he'd been so careless. Nick knew that Grissom had handed him a relatively simple case tonight, most likely because Greg would be along with him. It was a breaking and entering in a private residence. General suburbia, nothing fancy. First officer on had secured the premises, no sign of anybody and nothing seemed to be stolen. Just a few broken windows and some black graffiti on what would have originally been a pristine white leather couch.
After surveying the scene, Nick dismissed the officer. This was probably going to be a straight up print job, punk kids getting there kicks, probably not going to found in AFIS. So he didn't think twice about sending Greg outside to process the broken windows.
The initial yelp of fright barely registered with Nick. He was in an almost Zen-like dusting state, enjoying the relative ease a case like this provided. It wasn't that he was being careless or lazy or unprofessional. Just when every other day is another dead body, a B and E with all participants presumable alive and kicking, it was almost like a little brain vacation.
Seconds later when the sound of Greg's shout sunk in, Nick felt instant guilt for his train of thought. Guilt which immediately gave way to panic as he raced to the door that lead to the back yard and pushed through onto the patio, not sure what he would find.
To Nick's surprise Greg was fine, standing defiantly over a kid, no older than 15, who was sprawled in an ungainly tangle of gawky teenage limbs on the stone patio. The teen clutched a raggedy canvas book bag to his chest.
Evidently the boys hadn't stumbled across a criminal mastermind. Turns out the kid, Rob was his name, lived right next door. After seeing his neighbours leave for the night he decided to reek a little teen angst fuelled vengeance on the home of the people who had informed his parents of his pot smoking in the back corner of his yard.
Vaulting the fence had been easy, a satchel full of black spray paint in tow, as was breaking the windows to gain access as he knew there was no security. He was in and out seemingly without a hitch. That was until the neighbours called the police upon their return. Watching the fiasco unfold from his bedroom window, Rob's glee turned to panic when he noticed he had left his bag on the patio complete with wallet. Glaringly obvious proof he had been there. With the police out front, Rob convinced himself he could make it back into the yard and out again without anyone noticing, it was dark after all. He didn't see Greg crouched behind the banana lounge inspecting fallen glass shards.
The lab tech, initially startled by the arrival, got a hold of himself and stuck out his foot as the teen tried to beat tail, effectively tripping him. Spray cans tumbled from the open satchel and rolled to a stop at Nick's feet as he busted through the back door.
The evidence was all there. The kid's tears alone pretty much gave him away and Greg wasn't harmed in anyway. The officer had returned to the scene, taken the kid and his parents to the station, leaving Nick and Greg to finish up and make their own way back. The case had practically tied itself up and yet Nick was more on edge than he had ever been.
Though it had been a couple of years since the tragedy of Holly Gribbs, it was always in the back of the CSI's minds. Sure the kid had turned out to be harmless, but what if he hadn't. Nick was charged with being responsible for Greg and no matter how much the spiky haired lab tech tried to convince him on the ride back to the lab, Nick wouldn't accept that he hadn't endangered Greg.
The Texan's mind was running a mile a minute. He'd have to tell Grissom. While no one was injures, they could have been. Greg could have been. So maybe being in charge wasn't a role Nick was capable of. He was preparing himself to come clean however his plans were thwarted when Grissom intercepted them in the lobby, taking Greg with him to his office to "discuss tonight's events". Nick assumed that the news had gotten back from the PD that all this was his fault.
And now he found himself beating holes in his locker, wondering what the hell was wrong with him.
"You know this door bashing thing you've got going on is bordering on predictable now."
Nick looked up to find Greg's spiky head poking intrepidly around the door to the locker room, a hopeful grin playing on his lips. Nick stood from the bench and motioned for Greg to enter.
"Greg man I'm so sorry. I wanted to be the one to fill Gris in on tonight."
"Fill him in on what?" Greg asked.
Nick rolled his eyes, "Jeezus man. I coulda got you killed at that crime scene. I'm surprised it wasn't Grissom coming through that door looking to tear me a new one!"
"I highly doubt that," Greg drawled, stepping further into the room. "Partly because Gil Grissom doesn't strike me as a violent man. But mostly because he wanted to speak to me about how I've enjoyed my time in the field. I didn't tell him anything and I don't plan to."
"Why not, I'd be pissed as hell if I were you." Nick's eyebrows were raised so high Greg feared that they would tumble back into his hairline.
"No you wouldn't, there's no reason to be pissed. I've been at this gig long enough now to know that I'm responsible for my own actions. Besides, if it'd had been Warrick out there you wouldn't have thought twice about it." Greg gave Nick a raised eyebrow of his own before striding over to his own locker and pulling out a clean shirt. The older CSI had to give him credit for that point, and off Greg's poignant look, sank back onto the bench.
"I guess you're right. Still I can't help but feel shitty about it. I mean if something had happened to you I'd never forgive myself."
Greg let out a laugh which could only be described as a guffaw "Oh yeah I'm sure you'd be heart broken." Nick let out a chuckle of his own, not realising how much tension he'd been holding until that release. "Well maybe I wouldn't go that far but there would be definite guilt. And I owe you big time man, for not telling Gris. Big time." He said as sincerely as he could.
Greg paused in the midst of unbuttoning his fourth shirt button as a promising idea clicked in his head. He turned his gaze to Nick, eyelids lowered slightly as though he were deep in thought. "Owe me huh? That sounds promising." he said in a tone that screamed for an accompanying wink, yet he forced both eyes to remain open, not wanting to put Nick off before he could take advantage of this situation. The older man just looked relieved at the thought of being forgiven.
"Sure breakfast on me for a week. How does that sound?" Nick asked.
Greg couldn't help the smirk that cracked his otherwise placid face. "That's not exactly what I had in mind..." he began but Nick was quick to appease, "Anything you want Greggo, I'm all yours." Greg mentally bit his lip at that statement, mostly because physically biting his lip might give away just how much the idea of the hunky Texan offering himself to him was affecting him. Instead he shook his head in a slight effort to clear it, sucked in a deep breath and prepared himself for what he was about to ask of his co-worker, his friend.
"Well it's just that I've got this family barbeque thing coming up. Relatives are flying in from all over to my parents place. It's going to be hell with hamburgers and to make matters worse, I don't have a date..." One of Nick's patented smile slowly crept across his face as Greg spoke before he broke into the younger man's sentence. "And you want me to find you a hot girl to take with you? To bad we're not in Texas man, I've got a Rolodex of sisters to choose from. But I'm sure I could rustle something..." It was Greg's turn to interrupt, but not before taking another deep, reassuring breath.
"Again, not really what I had in mind." Nick looked puzzled and Greg's hope of the older, more experienced man figuring out what he wanted without making him go through the embarrassment of coming out and asking for it was quickly waning. "Well what then?" Nick pressed.
"Iwaskindahopingyoudgowithme." Greg mumbled.
Nick let out a laugh, louder and less tension filled now, "For a minute there I thought you said you wanted me to take you."
"I did." said Greg, still mumbling and tucking his chin to his chest so that all Nick could see was the top of his spiky head. Nick was a little taken aback, but is curiosity got the best of him so he asked "Why? Would this be like a...date?"
Greg's head shot up, eyes wide "No. No no no. No. I can find my own dates."
"Then why ask me?" Nick queried with a forced sense of ease that let Greg hear the "Cause I'm a guy." That Nick longed to add to that sentence.
"And you call yourself an investigator. I'm surprised the whole night shift doesn't know I'm gay. Not that I made it obvious or anything but you guys did make it here based on your perception skills." Greg fiddled with the last to buttons on his shirt before popping them open, hoping to change quickly and escape the inevitable.
"Wow man I didn't know, I'm sorry."
And there it was, Nick Pity. That was the last thing Greg was looking for. "Don't be sorry man, I get enough of that from my family." Nick rose from the bench and said "That's not what I meant Greg. I just mean, we're friends aren't we? I should have noticed something like that. I'm sorry."
Okay maybe not so much Nick Pity as Nick Guilt, which Greg could handle. He halted after the last shirt button and let Nick continue. "So if you don't need help finding a date, why are you asking me to this shindig?"
Greg smirked a the use of the word 'shindig'. He knew that was Nick attempt at lightening the mood to make him more comfortable, and it was kind of working.
"It's a long story man."
"I got the time Greggo."
Nick sounded genuinely interested, and Greg knew he'd have to tell him at some point anyway so he took yet another deep breath and began.
"Truth is I could take any old guy," Greg paused at Nick's mock hurt expression, "No offence to you of course. I just mean there are a lot of guys I've dated who I could take but it would just be too complicated."
"Complicated how?" Nick asked, sitting back on the bench. Greg sat too, turning so he was facing Nick and crossing his legs Indian style.
"See the thing is the whole reason I'm even bothering to bring a date is for my parents sake. I have this sister, Heather, when we were growing up she was always the centre of everything. Everything came easy to her, boys dating. Total drama queen too. But when I came out at 17, things changed. All of a sudden I need 'special attention', like being gay is some mental affliction or stigmatism that will surely make it difficult for their little boy to navigate the romantic world alone. And so began the over accommodating via any awkward blind dates and fix ups. True story. My dad came home from work one night about a week after the 'big news' and says "There's one of those homosexuals in the office next to ours, you should take him out" "Yeah what's he like says me and he just stares at me blankly like I should be thrilled that he's found the only other gay guy in the state of California and the fact that we're both fags makes a match made in heaven.
"Ever since then whenever I go home to visit there's always a suspicious "friend of a friend" who happens to be gay and available. Like they've got them on tap or something just to let me know they accept me. Which is more than some people get and that's great don't get me wrong but I can do it myself, you know?"
Greg had been staring transfixed on his twisting fingers through his little monologue and looked up now expecting to find Nick half asleep, or at lease shifting uncomfortably. Instead he was listening intently, head cocked slightly to one side. After processing what he had just heard Nick asked, "So if you want to prove to them that your self sufficient why not take one of these guys you know? Call your parents, tell them your bringing a date and put an end to this."
Greg could have laughed if he wasn't so worked up at the thought of seeing his parents, all that escaped was a nervous giggle. "It's not that easy. None of the guys I see are serious, just friends with benefits if you will. The second I step through the door with a 'boyfriend' there'll be gay marriage discussions and adoption brochures and it's all just to much to put on some guy I fuck once seven months ago. I just need someone who knows the score. Who'll fake it for a weekend and put up with my parents because he knows that after the weekend it'll just be a favour paid. Sure we can laugh about how bitchy and crazy my sister is now and again but other than that it's forgotten. Done. Over." Greg stopped when he realised he was in desperate need of air. After a gasping breath he turned to Nick "And that's where you come in."
Maybe it was how vulnerable Greg looked at that moment, slightly dishevelled, sitting cross legged with his eyes wide. Or maybe it was the sight of the younger man in an unbuttoned shirt, Nick's reaction to which being what got to him the most. Sure he could say that Greg was attractive, because he definitely was. But that he was attracted to him. There was an odd new train of thought that Nick automatically derailed and pushed to the back of his mind. Either way Nick still felt guilty, any other motives could be processed later.
"Calm down Greggo. I said I owed you one and I'll back you up on this if that's what you need." The words were out of his mouth before he realise how much weight and feeling he put behind them. In an attempt to lighten the sentiment he added "Besides how awful can your family be?"
Greg's face creased into a grimace "Trust me when I say I'm sure I'll owe you one back by the time the weekends through. Seriously man are you sure you want to do this, I mean it's gonna take some work. We have to make this believable."
Neither man had noticed Warrick had entered the room.
"Hi guys. Make what believable?"
Both Nick and Greg looked at each other, then at Warrick and back again. Greg tried to cobble together an answer. "Err...role playing game! Dungeons and Dragons, there's a reason why it's a classic."
Warrick opened his locker and started pulling out his stuff. "Man you two are such nerds. I should find you each a date." Greg and Nick glanced at each other once again and let out nevous chuckles before shooting up into standing positions.
"Ah I um gotta go," Greg babbled "But you're in, right Nick?"
Nick was already going to say yes but the hope in Greg's eyes cinched the deal.
"Definitely man, you can always count on me"
Relief washed over Greg's face as they held the look between them a little longer than was necessary. Warrick looked from one man to the other and shut his locker door with a sigh. "You brothers take this geek junk waaay to seriously. A date would definitely benefit the both of you."
Nick was certain that he heard Greg's nervous giggle again as the door swung shut behind him.
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Date: 2004-11-11 03:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-11 04:15 pm (UTC)Wonderful first chapter -- can't wait for the next one.
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Date: 2004-11-11 05:46 pm (UTC)The punctuation in this part "Yeah what's he like says me and he just stares was a little hard to figure out, I think you missed the end quotes after 'like'
*thumbs up* Good stuff!
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Date: 2004-11-11 07:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-12 04:13 am (UTC)Thanks for everyone elses comments, you guys are so sweet. Way better than the snickers and hot pokers I had braced myself for
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Date: 2004-11-12 09:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-12 01:20 pm (UTC)Awesome chapter. Looking forward to more!
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Date: 2004-11-25 03:03 pm (UTC)What do you write normally?
I'll go read pt. 2 now. :)
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Date: 2004-11-26 10:02 pm (UTC)