Title: Maybe the Sixth of Never
Author: Alicya Potter-Black
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don't own Nick or Greg because if I do they'd be my slaves and they would help me with (do) my chemistry.
Note: Ok, so I'm French and I'm not really sure about my English. I would really appreciate if someone would like to be my beta.
Note 2: This song was inspired by Ps: Don't Write by Pencey Prep.
Fuck you Nick!
Again you're not here, I don't know where you are and I don't care, really, because you've gone too far. I have waited you for so long now, I don't know what's your fucking problem man, I thought that you were happy with me and you being a couple, but maybe I was wrong, yeah I was totally wrong. It seems like you don't like my face anymore, so I'll help you. Don't worry, I'll leave you the house and the dog, I don't care about them, because we're not a couple from now. By the time you'll be home to sleep, because it seems like the only thing that you do with me anyways, I'll be out with my things and the only thing that you'll find will be this letter.
The guys know that I'm leaving Las Vegas, yes, everyone know that I'm leaving but you. You're the last one who knows, if you don't know why I can't help you, maybe you can ask Catherine or Archie, but I'm not sure they'll answer you.
By the way, I need to go now.
With hate.
Greg.
