And sadly this makes me happy
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nickngregSo here is the final part of "You say it best when you say nothing at all" More of the saga to follow. Thanks to the Jack Johnson album "In Between Dreams" for cheering me up enough to finish this.
Title: You Say it Best When You Say Nothing at All
Author: SAEbuffyboy
Pairing: Nick and Greg
Rateing: pg13 I guess
part:3.3/???
Not mine, if they were, things would suck less now.
Part one: You Seem to Move Uneasy
Part two: I Only Hope I won't Disappoint You
Part three: You Say it Best When You Say Nothing at All
Part One
Part Two
At first Nick thought the throb in his head was the effects of the whiskey from the night before. It took him a moment to realize it was his cell phone beeping next to his head. Nick squinted through the beginnings of his hangover to see what was so damn important. The icon on his phone was flashing low batter just before it disconnected and shut itself off. Nick closed his eyes against the early morning light, and the throbbing in his temples. Nick made a decision to be proactive in his fight against feeling like shit. He drug himself to the bathroom, chugged a glass of water, splashed some water on his face and took a wicked piss. Nick grabbed the first two pieces of clothes he came across, slid on his sunglasses, grabbed his personal effects and made his way towards grease. As he walked down Jackson and about two blocks before he hit Greek town. He spotted just what he was looking for in Lou Mitchnas. He grabbed a table on the sidewalk to avoid the wait, and over abundance of smells inside.
“Welcome to Lou Mitchnas” the overly energetic waitress asked. “What can I get for you this morning.”
“Well, you can lower you voice about for octaves.” Nick said squinting behind his glasses. “How about a Diet Coke, a bottle of Ketchup and anything fried.”
“Sweetheart.” the waitress lowered her voice removing all traces of the false sweetness there was before. “That’s about half the menu.”
In response Nick removed his sunglasses revealing his blood shot eyes, and general look of shitieness.
“I’ll bring you a cup of coffee too.” The waitress smiled at him, before moving off to fetch Nick’s hangover remedy.
For the second day in a row Greg was woken by the sound of a ringing phone. For a moment he was giddy with the excitement that it might be Nick calling. That was before the past 24 hours hit him along with that dull ache at the base of his skull. He reached over and grabbed the phone off his night stand and squeezed his eyes shut.
“Hello.” He grumbled into the handset.
“Gregory, I’ve been calling you all morning, and got a busy signal until, just now.” His mother rattled on. “I was worried about you. Was it Nick? Were the two of you talking?”
“Good morning Mom, don’t worry about how I’m doing.” Greg sarcastically muttered. “What was it you wanted to talk about.”
“Sorry, sweetheart, it’s just I barley got any sleep last night, and when I couldn’t get a hold of you, I didn’t know what to think.” Mrs. Sanders apologized.
“Don’t worry about it Mom.” Greg said sitting up and glancing at his refection in the mirror for a brief second before making his way to the kitchen. “So what’s up?”
“Did you get my message?” his mother inquired.
“Yeah,” Greg replied as he grabbed a bottle of Gatorade from his fridge.
“And...”
“And what?” Greg took a long swig from the bottle and welcomed the almost instant relief he felt in the back of his brain.
“Don’t play games with me Gregory.” Mrs. Sanders was one of the few people who could get Greg to skip his usual song and dance and get straight to the heart of the matter.
“I overheard a call, a conversation on his answering machine between him and some girl.” Greg shut his eyes again the throbbing returning. “What was I supposed to do mom. We’ve been sleeping together for four months and week after our first fight, he flies halfway across the country to bang some girl. It’s not a situation I’ve dealt with before.”
“Yes it is.” Greg’s mother corrected.
“Would you like to clarify, crazy woman.” Greg teased his mother and retrieved another bottle of Gatorade. “‘Cause unless you’ve confused me with your other gay son, I have no clue what your talking about.” Mrs Sanders sighed heavily before she started.
“Do you remember the first boy you were with?”
“You mean Anderson, the guitarist? The one that you and dad walked in on me with while I was... um... occupied with his talents?”
“Yes, if that’s the polite way to say the boy we found fucking your brains out on the kitchen table.”Greg’s mother corrected him again.
“ We were studying and decided to take a little break. Besides, what does he have to do with anything, did he fly to Chicago to screw around too, cause if he did, I really don’t see why now’s the best time to tell me.” Greg suddenly realized he was naked and on the phone with his mother.
“He wasn’t the one who screwed around, in fact he was so in love with you he’d sit out in the back yard and sing to you at night.” Mrs. Sanders almost wished her son would stop interrupting.
“I don’t remember that at all.” Greg was now in his room digging around for something to put on while talking to his mom. He held up a t-shirt with a rhinestone penis on it and shook his head before throwing it to the side to continue his search.
“Yes well, he didn’t actually know which room was yours and wound up picking your father and my’s room.” Mrs. Sanders answered and tried to refocus on her story. “After that night, you withdrew from every one. Your father and me, your friends, everyone was worried about you. And then came Susan Henderson’s “My parents are on vacation, so lets all get drunk and screw party.” We were all so happy when you decided to go. Especially Anderson, he called every day to make sure you knew about it and that he was going.”
“I remember him calling but I don’t remember any party.” Greg informed his mother.
“Well, I don’t see how you could. According to what I heard later, you were stoned and drunk before the party even started.” Mrs. Sanders tried to fill in the blanks for her son. “Susan had the biggest crush on you and apparently the two of you wound up in her parents bed when Anderson walked in on the two of you. The story goes when he found the two of you Susan was crying and you were sitting there trying to explain to her why you couldn’t preform. Anderson flipped out and began screaming that you were a two timing bastard. You chased him through the party, naked, and tried to explain to him that you need to try it once with a girl just to be sure, that it wasn’t some freak one time thing that had happened with him, even though the very thought of him got you excited. Which apparently you proved when you finally caught up with him.”
“That explains why he would never date me after I came out.” Greg began adding it all up. “But how do you know all this if I can’t remember it.”
“Well, certain parts of it are just hearsay, other parts I pieced to together, but the whole point of this discussion is what happened next.” Greg’s mom took another deep breath before starting again. “You called me that night from a phone in one of the guest rooms. You were...” She paused. “You were messed up, sobbing I could barley make out what you were saying at first. Finally you calmed down enough to talk. That was the night you officially came out. You told me all about Anderson, and how the night had gone. And how awful you felt, but you kept saying you needed to know, and now you did. And you hated yourself for doing what you did, but the end justified the means.”
“My god....I don’t remember that at all.” Greg stood in the middle of his bedroom in awe. “What a bastard I was, no wonder he never forgave me, and I’m punishing Nick for doing the same thing I did. But how did I get home and how could no one tell me about this.”
“Well, it was Anderson, he brought you home. You were wearing nothing but his jacket. He asked us to never tell you about what happened.”
“Why?” Greg inquired yet again. “If he was so into me why did he turn away.”
“Sweetie,” Greg’s mother finally reached the point of her whole story. “Nicky called me last night and wanted to know the same thing. He was really messed up. I could barley understand him. He just kept going on and on about how much he loved you. He called you his life and his world. He said that after being with you, he was complete for the first time in his life. When you were in his hands he never wanted to let go, and even when he was touching you, his heart hurt because it was never close enough. Not until he could be the man that you wanted him to be the man you deserved. That’s why he was going on this trip.” Greg stood in his bedroom still naked and in shock.
“Oh god,” Greg was starting to cry again. “How could I fuck this up so bad. He loves me and I treat him like shit. Just like I did Anderson.”
“It’s not too late, Greggie.” His mother tried to calm her son. “Talk to him. Forgive him.”
“I don’t know if I can.” Greg replied though the tears. “He really loves me doesn’t he?”
“Don’t you?” With that Mrs Sanders hung up. Her work here was done.
“I do.” Greg whispered as he clicked off the line. And stared at the phone in his hand, figuring out the time difference between there and Chicago for the millionth time.
“I do.” Nick replied when the waitress asked if he wanted another Diet Coke. He’d gone through three of them, half a bottle of ketchup, and a quarter of the fried food on the plate in front of him, when Nick noticed he was no longer alone.
“Stalker.” Said the pretty face behind the familiar dark curls.
“For your information I chose the restaurant furthest away from the convention.” Nick said plowing some of his fried goodness though the messy pool of ketchup on his plate.
“Which happens to be right across the street from my apartment.” Carol pointed to the building 728 W. Jackson across from them.
“Sorry.” Nick said for the first time actually focusing his attention to the woman sitting across from him.
“No need.” Carol replied as she grabbed the coffee off the table and began to sip it.
“No,” Nick clarified. “About last night....” He trailed off.
“Hey last night was not the proudest moment for either of us.” Carol shrugged. “Let’s just try and put the past in the past, along with the rest of our past.”
Nick nodded and went back to the plate of fried goodness.
“So.....” Carol asked after several long moments of silence. “Who is he?”
“Who.” Nick replied engrossed in his food.
“Who?” Carol mimicked Nick. “The boyfriend who.” She stated as she threw a fry from Nicks plate at him.
“Who said anything about a boyfriend?” Nick retorted tossing the fry back at Carol. Carol just stared at Nick, using that look that only an ex could have in their arsenal. “Well, we met at work, and I just knew ya know.” Nick and Carol talked long into the late morning. Nick had never been so relieved. After all these months he had finally called Greg his boyfriend, and talked about all the hopes and fears he had for their future. And for once Nick felt better about himself than he had in years.
“Well, I need to get going.” Carol stood up from the table, as Nick did the same. “Let’s not stay strangers.”
“We’ll keep in touch.” Nick said stepping around the table to hug Carol. “Thanks” he whispered in her ear before she stepped back and began to walk away. Nick was watching her walk away, when she turned around and gave Nick one final piece of advice.
“Go home to him Nicky.” She shouted before being swallowed up in the city. Nick sat and smiled to himself. And checked the plane ticket in his pocket before checking his watch and leaving.
The flight had been far longer than Nick and remembered. And if the flight was long, it was nothing compared to the cab ride. When they pulled up in front of the familiar building, Nick took a deep breath.
“Here goes nothing.” Nick sighed as he collected his bags and paid the driver. Nick walked up to the door and tried the handle.
“Locked.” He muttered, frustration growing in his voice. “Of course.” Nick began feeling around the door frame for the key he knew had to be there.
“Yatzee.” Nick said to himself with a slight smile spreading across his lips. He twisted the key in the lock and moved inside where he discarded his bags in entry way.
“Hello, Hello.” He called out to nothing but the late afternoon light. “Anyone home?” Nick turned and shut the door he’d entered through. “Mom, Dad, Anybody.” He called when he noticed his mother in the back yard through one of the back windows of his parents house.
“Here we go.” Nick said under his breath as he moved towards his mother and towards the man he knew he had to be for Greg.
Leave me some love kids.
Title: You Say it Best When You Say Nothing at All
Author: SAEbuffyboy
Pairing: Nick and Greg
Rateing: pg13 I guess
part:3.3/???
Not mine, if they were, things would suck less now.
Part one: You Seem to Move Uneasy
Part two: I Only Hope I won't Disappoint You
Part three: You Say it Best When You Say Nothing at All
Part One
Part Two
At first Nick thought the throb in his head was the effects of the whiskey from the night before. It took him a moment to realize it was his cell phone beeping next to his head. Nick squinted through the beginnings of his hangover to see what was so damn important. The icon on his phone was flashing low batter just before it disconnected and shut itself off. Nick closed his eyes against the early morning light, and the throbbing in his temples. Nick made a decision to be proactive in his fight against feeling like shit. He drug himself to the bathroom, chugged a glass of water, splashed some water on his face and took a wicked piss. Nick grabbed the first two pieces of clothes he came across, slid on his sunglasses, grabbed his personal effects and made his way towards grease. As he walked down Jackson and about two blocks before he hit Greek town. He spotted just what he was looking for in Lou Mitchnas. He grabbed a table on the sidewalk to avoid the wait, and over abundance of smells inside.
“Welcome to Lou Mitchnas” the overly energetic waitress asked. “What can I get for you this morning.”
“Well, you can lower you voice about for octaves.” Nick said squinting behind his glasses. “How about a Diet Coke, a bottle of Ketchup and anything fried.”
“Sweetheart.” the waitress lowered her voice removing all traces of the false sweetness there was before. “That’s about half the menu.”
In response Nick removed his sunglasses revealing his blood shot eyes, and general look of shitieness.
“I’ll bring you a cup of coffee too.” The waitress smiled at him, before moving off to fetch Nick’s hangover remedy.
For the second day in a row Greg was woken by the sound of a ringing phone. For a moment he was giddy with the excitement that it might be Nick calling. That was before the past 24 hours hit him along with that dull ache at the base of his skull. He reached over and grabbed the phone off his night stand and squeezed his eyes shut.
“Hello.” He grumbled into the handset.
“Gregory, I’ve been calling you all morning, and got a busy signal until, just now.” His mother rattled on. “I was worried about you. Was it Nick? Were the two of you talking?”
“Good morning Mom, don’t worry about how I’m doing.” Greg sarcastically muttered. “What was it you wanted to talk about.”
“Sorry, sweetheart, it’s just I barley got any sleep last night, and when I couldn’t get a hold of you, I didn’t know what to think.” Mrs. Sanders apologized.
“Don’t worry about it Mom.” Greg said sitting up and glancing at his refection in the mirror for a brief second before making his way to the kitchen. “So what’s up?”
“Did you get my message?” his mother inquired.
“Yeah,” Greg replied as he grabbed a bottle of Gatorade from his fridge.
“And...”
“And what?” Greg took a long swig from the bottle and welcomed the almost instant relief he felt in the back of his brain.
“Don’t play games with me Gregory.” Mrs. Sanders was one of the few people who could get Greg to skip his usual song and dance and get straight to the heart of the matter.
“I overheard a call, a conversation on his answering machine between him and some girl.” Greg shut his eyes again the throbbing returning. “What was I supposed to do mom. We’ve been sleeping together for four months and week after our first fight, he flies halfway across the country to bang some girl. It’s not a situation I’ve dealt with before.”
“Yes it is.” Greg’s mother corrected.
“Would you like to clarify, crazy woman.” Greg teased his mother and retrieved another bottle of Gatorade. “‘Cause unless you’ve confused me with your other gay son, I have no clue what your talking about.” Mrs Sanders sighed heavily before she started.
“Do you remember the first boy you were with?”
“You mean Anderson, the guitarist? The one that you and dad walked in on me with while I was... um... occupied with his talents?”
“Yes, if that’s the polite way to say the boy we found fucking your brains out on the kitchen table.”Greg’s mother corrected him again.
“ We were studying and decided to take a little break. Besides, what does he have to do with anything, did he fly to Chicago to screw around too, cause if he did, I really don’t see why now’s the best time to tell me.” Greg suddenly realized he was naked and on the phone with his mother.
“He wasn’t the one who screwed around, in fact he was so in love with you he’d sit out in the back yard and sing to you at night.” Mrs. Sanders almost wished her son would stop interrupting.
“I don’t remember that at all.” Greg was now in his room digging around for something to put on while talking to his mom. He held up a t-shirt with a rhinestone penis on it and shook his head before throwing it to the side to continue his search.
“Yes well, he didn’t actually know which room was yours and wound up picking your father and my’s room.” Mrs. Sanders answered and tried to refocus on her story. “After that night, you withdrew from every one. Your father and me, your friends, everyone was worried about you. And then came Susan Henderson’s “My parents are on vacation, so lets all get drunk and screw party.” We were all so happy when you decided to go. Especially Anderson, he called every day to make sure you knew about it and that he was going.”
“I remember him calling but I don’t remember any party.” Greg informed his mother.
“Well, I don’t see how you could. According to what I heard later, you were stoned and drunk before the party even started.” Mrs. Sanders tried to fill in the blanks for her son. “Susan had the biggest crush on you and apparently the two of you wound up in her parents bed when Anderson walked in on the two of you. The story goes when he found the two of you Susan was crying and you were sitting there trying to explain to her why you couldn’t preform. Anderson flipped out and began screaming that you were a two timing bastard. You chased him through the party, naked, and tried to explain to him that you need to try it once with a girl just to be sure, that it wasn’t some freak one time thing that had happened with him, even though the very thought of him got you excited. Which apparently you proved when you finally caught up with him.”
“That explains why he would never date me after I came out.” Greg began adding it all up. “But how do you know all this if I can’t remember it.”
“Well, certain parts of it are just hearsay, other parts I pieced to together, but the whole point of this discussion is what happened next.” Greg’s mom took another deep breath before starting again. “You called me that night from a phone in one of the guest rooms. You were...” She paused. “You were messed up, sobbing I could barley make out what you were saying at first. Finally you calmed down enough to talk. That was the night you officially came out. You told me all about Anderson, and how the night had gone. And how awful you felt, but you kept saying you needed to know, and now you did. And you hated yourself for doing what you did, but the end justified the means.”
“My god....I don’t remember that at all.” Greg stood in the middle of his bedroom in awe. “What a bastard I was, no wonder he never forgave me, and I’m punishing Nick for doing the same thing I did. But how did I get home and how could no one tell me about this.”
“Well, it was Anderson, he brought you home. You were wearing nothing but his jacket. He asked us to never tell you about what happened.”
“Why?” Greg inquired yet again. “If he was so into me why did he turn away.”
“Sweetie,” Greg’s mother finally reached the point of her whole story. “Nicky called me last night and wanted to know the same thing. He was really messed up. I could barley understand him. He just kept going on and on about how much he loved you. He called you his life and his world. He said that after being with you, he was complete for the first time in his life. When you were in his hands he never wanted to let go, and even when he was touching you, his heart hurt because it was never close enough. Not until he could be the man that you wanted him to be the man you deserved. That’s why he was going on this trip.” Greg stood in his bedroom still naked and in shock.
“Oh god,” Greg was starting to cry again. “How could I fuck this up so bad. He loves me and I treat him like shit. Just like I did Anderson.”
“It’s not too late, Greggie.” His mother tried to calm her son. “Talk to him. Forgive him.”
“I don’t know if I can.” Greg replied though the tears. “He really loves me doesn’t he?”
“Don’t you?” With that Mrs Sanders hung up. Her work here was done.
“I do.” Greg whispered as he clicked off the line. And stared at the phone in his hand, figuring out the time difference between there and Chicago for the millionth time.
“I do.” Nick replied when the waitress asked if he wanted another Diet Coke. He’d gone through three of them, half a bottle of ketchup, and a quarter of the fried food on the plate in front of him, when Nick noticed he was no longer alone.
“Stalker.” Said the pretty face behind the familiar dark curls.
“For your information I chose the restaurant furthest away from the convention.” Nick said plowing some of his fried goodness though the messy pool of ketchup on his plate.
“Which happens to be right across the street from my apartment.” Carol pointed to the building 728 W. Jackson across from them.
“Sorry.” Nick said for the first time actually focusing his attention to the woman sitting across from him.
“No need.” Carol replied as she grabbed the coffee off the table and began to sip it.
“No,” Nick clarified. “About last night....” He trailed off.
“Hey last night was not the proudest moment for either of us.” Carol shrugged. “Let’s just try and put the past in the past, along with the rest of our past.”
Nick nodded and went back to the plate of fried goodness.
“So.....” Carol asked after several long moments of silence. “Who is he?”
“Who.” Nick replied engrossed in his food.
“Who?” Carol mimicked Nick. “The boyfriend who.” She stated as she threw a fry from Nicks plate at him.
“Who said anything about a boyfriend?” Nick retorted tossing the fry back at Carol. Carol just stared at Nick, using that look that only an ex could have in their arsenal. “Well, we met at work, and I just knew ya know.” Nick and Carol talked long into the late morning. Nick had never been so relieved. After all these months he had finally called Greg his boyfriend, and talked about all the hopes and fears he had for their future. And for once Nick felt better about himself than he had in years.
“Well, I need to get going.” Carol stood up from the table, as Nick did the same. “Let’s not stay strangers.”
“We’ll keep in touch.” Nick said stepping around the table to hug Carol. “Thanks” he whispered in her ear before she stepped back and began to walk away. Nick was watching her walk away, when she turned around and gave Nick one final piece of advice.
“Go home to him Nicky.” She shouted before being swallowed up in the city. Nick sat and smiled to himself. And checked the plane ticket in his pocket before checking his watch and leaving.
The flight had been far longer than Nick and remembered. And if the flight was long, it was nothing compared to the cab ride. When they pulled up in front of the familiar building, Nick took a deep breath.
“Here goes nothing.” Nick sighed as he collected his bags and paid the driver. Nick walked up to the door and tried the handle.
“Locked.” He muttered, frustration growing in his voice. “Of course.” Nick began feeling around the door frame for the key he knew had to be there.
“Yatzee.” Nick said to himself with a slight smile spreading across his lips. He twisted the key in the lock and moved inside where he discarded his bags in entry way.
“Hello, Hello.” He called out to nothing but the late afternoon light. “Anyone home?” Nick turned and shut the door he’d entered through. “Mom, Dad, Anybody.” He called when he noticed his mother in the back yard through one of the back windows of his parents house.
“Here we go.” Nick said under his breath as he moved towards his mother and towards the man he knew he had to be for Greg.
Leave me some love kids.
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Date: 2005-05-13 08:02 am (UTC)But other than that, I love it. I soo do :)
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Date: 2005-05-13 01:25 pm (UTC)One other thing, I'm feeling helpful and corrective today, so I'm going to correct a spelling mistake that you've made a few times in this. Hope you don't mind. Here goes. It's barely, not barley. (Barley is actually a plant used in making beer. Mmmmmm Beeeeer.)
XD!
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Date: 2005-05-13 03:24 pm (UTC)~x~
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Date: 2005-05-14 03:44 am (UTC)*waits for next installment*
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Date: 2005-05-14 09:40 pm (UTC)I adore Gregs mom in here. She rocks.
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