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"And you never work!" cried Rod, tears forming in his eyes. "The same reason you won't try! You're too lazy, and all you care about is yourself!"
"..." Nicky stared at his roommate, hurt, his fists balled up tightly beside him.
Rod glared, daring the other to deny what he just said. "You see? You can't say anything. You're just an ungrateful lazy, freeloading, selfish moron who can't put two and two together when it comes to understanding! Why don't you just leave and save me from wasting my life with you."
Nicky's fist opened, his shoulders slumped, mouth hanging slightly open. With wide eyes, he let his head fall. The man stared at the floor, trying to comprehend what had just happened. What had been said. 'So that's it? He thought, 'I'm nothing but that? To him at least...How long has he been thinking about this?'
Rod's breathing was heavy and loud, his shoulders still hunched. His glasses were about to slip off his sweaty nose, and he was shaking slightly. Why, there's too many reasons. Fear. Hate. Too much energy. Sadness. Quietly, he turned away, wiping the tears from his eyes as they finally fell. Nicky was the first to move. He walked around the sofa and headed for the door leading outside, away, passing by Rod so he could whisper, "I'm sorry."
Rod turned back to his roommate, his best friend, his secret love, horrified that he was about to leave. Him. Rod. Their apartment. Avenue Q... No, that couldn't happen. Rod knew what it was like without Nicky, and he had promised himself never to experience that kind of pain and torture again. He staggered quickly behind the other man, right before the door. It had never looked so scary to Rod until now. Yet, he put all his hope into it. That was the only thing keeping him from losing his life. His purpose. His heart.
Nicky heard Rod from behind him. He stopped, hesitating, before reaching for the doorknob. He could not bring himself to say anything, and he felt wetness at the corners of his eyes. Rod lifted his arm to grab Nicky by his hood, but his best friend had already disappeared. The door closed, and a broken-hearted Rod was left alone.
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At the other side of the door, the rain is pouring, the strongest Avenue Q has seen yet. Nicky leans against that door, tears falling.
Goodbye.
Author's Notes: Woah. Epic. I hate myself for writing that. I don't know why I did. I was just drawing pictures of Rod and Nicky and I ended up drawing a scene where Nicky's leaving Rod for good and they're both crying. I am soo mean. I'm sorry Rod and Nicky!! _
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Thank goodness. Avenue Q would then be filled with Rod and Nicky 'doing the nasty'.....