Nick's P.O.V.
We've been going strong for 3 months now, Jeff and I. Things have been great. You have no idea how amazing it is to not be afraid to lean over and kiss his lips, or hold him at night, or brush his hair back. The look in his eyes when he tells me he loves me, well, I can't help but believe him.
Everyone was so happy when we got together. I didn't expect the reaction we got from people, especially the Warbler's. I think they wanted us to get together more than they wanted Kurt and Blaine to, and that's saying something!
Everything is perfect, to say the least. We go out for dinner every weekend, movie nights ever Friday, and we study together every night. Plus the shared room is just an added bonus. We've taken to cuddling every night. It's breathtaking to wake up to Jeff's beautiful face every morning.
I wasn't expecting anything to break us out of our ongoing honey-moon faze. I was too wrapped up in our love to remember that life was still going on around us. It's been 3 months. That's the drawing date, the winning ticket. I admit I'd forgotten. Things had been too perfect, and I can't believe I didn't expect it to end sooner. But being lost in love and lust, I did. I forgot one of the most important days of my life.
My dad was getting out of jail in one week.
Jeff's P.O.V.
I pretended to forget. I acted like I wasn't worried. But this was Nick. My boyfriend. Something like this wasn't just something I could forget about just like that. Not even the amazingness of our relationship could distract me. Unfortunately.
Nick is my everything. I'm a love-sick puppy when it comes to him. I would do anything for him, and I would die if anything happened to him. This means that if his dad makes one thought that I don't approve of, I will kick his ass into next week.
I couldn't help but feel that his dad was planning something. I've read stories where teen's dads have gone to jail, and as soon as their released they come after them. It's scary thinking that something like this could happen to Nick. My Nick.
Call me paranoid, or crazy, diluted, but I don't even care. I have nightmares every night about what might happen, ever since Nick told me 2 months ago his dad would be getting out on February 12th.
Being right before Valentine's Day, this changed my plans drastically for what I was planning. I had wanted to take him out to this fancy Italian restraint, because I know how much he likes that kind of stuff. But now, all I wanted to do was take him to fucking Italy. What if his dad tried something? What if he barged in our date, demanding Nick follow him outside? What if then he beats the shit out of him, and I was in the bathroom so I don't even know he needs help? Then what if I go outside looking for Nick and his dad tries to kill me? Or what if Nick's dead? That would be…
No, I tell myself. Stop worrying about something that hasn't even happened yet. His dad could get out and be completely different. He hasn't had a drink in months, and he still might have to go to rehab.
Forget about it¸ I tell myself.
Nick's P.O.V.
Jeff's been acting strange lately. I don't know really, but it seems like something's on his mind. Whenever I ask him what it is, he acts like he doesn't even know what I'm talking about. But I'm not stupid, and neither is he. I've been doing some thinking, and as soon as I remembered my dad, it hit me. What if Jeff's known this whole time? But he would have told me. Right?
Maybe he thought I knew. Probably. What idiot would forget the day his abusive dad got out of jail? Well, that would be me. But what I didn't understand why Jeff would be stressing out more than me. Yes, he reads all those horror stories, but does he really think my dad would do that? Maybe I'm being delirious. What if I love my dad too much to accept the fact he could be that… evil?
Like I said last time, he really is a great guy. Without the alcohol, that is. He taught me how to play basketball, hockey, got me into Dalton, and encouraged me to join the Warblers. He was so supportive of me when I first told him I was gay. But when he drinks….
It's scary, if you think about it. But I have faith that he can change. He did it once, I'm sure he could do it again. My mom wants to file for divorce. Naturally, there's no way we'd be letting him back again. But what if that only angers him more? Or what if he stops drinking, and then relapses...?
I don't even know anymore. But if Jeff's worried, then maybe I should be too. Maybe I should just talk to him about it...
Jeff's P.O.V.
Nick doesn't even seem like he's worried. I don't know why, but if I were him, I would be losing my shit! Maybe he's still too confident in his dad. Maybe I should be too. But if he tries anything I swear I'll…well...something bad!
Maybe I should just talk to Nick about it. If he's not stressing, then why am I? He's not my dad. It's not my problem.
I'm stressing because I love him. That's why this is tearing me apart. I'd rather die than have anything happen to Nick.
Maybe I'm just overreacting. Just because I've had daddy issues in the past, doesn't mean it will be as bad for Nick.
It will be worse. His dad hit him. He beat him up. Yes, he was drunk, but that's no excuse. Why did he start drinking again? We don't even know. The worst thing my dad was cheat on my mom with some stripper, then ditch us and got re-married in Spain. Yeah, Spain.
I'll just ask Nick about it. We have one week left before we really need to worry. Just relax, Jeff.
Breathe.