Avenue q fan fiction.

Chapter 1

Rod awoke with a start. The sunlight streamed in through the window. He fumbled for his glasses on his bed side table. Half six? He really was awake early – for a Sunday. No work today. "Shit," he muttered under his breath. I could have slept in, that's what I really need. Sleep. Rod pushed back the sheets and slid out of bed. He stood on the floor and yawned, one of those yawns which forced his rectangular head backwards and he thin, angular shoulders to kiss his ears.

Now I'm awake I might as well get up. He could shake Nicky. No that would be selfish, he needed his long lie-ins so he could stay up late into the night, unlike Rod who would work until stupid-o'clock and night and be awake at stupid-o'clock next morning. Except Sundays. Sundays he could spend a day with Nicky- his best friend and lazy good for nothing lodger who did nothing bu...

He looked over, resisting a strange urge to stroke the side of Nicky's green, rounded face. His black hair splayed out behind him in strange and un-untangleable knots for even the nimblest of fingers. Rod smiled. He's pretty when he sleeps. His sparkling eyes were closed, but a playful smile sat on his lips.

Rod sighed. He was so different to Nicky. So cold, so uptight, so ashamed of who he was he would rather hide behind his clean-cut appearance and his high-ranking job. Nicky was so comfortable with his no-job, childlike demeanor he was okay with being himself.

Rod, sitting at the breakfast table, opened his laptop. It was too early to get dressed as the old pipes would wake everyone on avenues A through Z up. Gary Coleman – the washed up child star and superintendent of Avenue Q – should have fixed them really. He opened his laptop.

27 emails? In 12 hours?Thank you Trekkie, Rod cursed inwardly. The recycle bin soon began to fill up with messages telling him to "go to this website" and general porn from the hairiest monster in Alphabet City. 2 emails from Brian asked how everyone was doing back at Avenue Q and if a list of horrific jokes if they were funny. No. No they're crap! Rod thought as he typed back, gushing about how good they were.

Oh Gary! How I love you. He thought sarcastically as he opened a new email advertising a list of dating sites. "DatingDirect", "" and many others soon filled up the screen. Great. Rod has been single for just over a month now, having dumped Ricky for his shameless flirting with every man he laid his eyes on.

Rod exhaled deeply. Breakfast. The linoleum was cold against his bare feet – he had imposed a strict rule of no shoes past the hall and his slippers had gone missing. Eggs. He stuck his hand in the fridge. No... butter.....jam....eggs yes!

He flopped in the chair at the table and slowly munched through his omelet, chewing each bite 25 times. His thoughts gradually drifted back to Nicky. They hadn't been spending much time together recently, as Rod spent an inordinate amount of time at work trying to help the economics crisis and the wall street crash. To be honest, he did so much overtime he would sleep in his office and if ever he was at home he would be in such a foul mood, his angers would be forced onto Nicky. He checked the wall clock – 7:30am. Reasonable.

He quickly showered and got dressed. Nicky must have been a heavier sleeper than he thought, he hadn't even rolled over. Black trousers and a white collared shirt – rolled up to the sleeves as it was a weekend – and a purple tie later, Rod was dressed. His fiery orange hair stuck up randomly, as Nicky's did if it got brushed. Rod combed through it with a handful of gel and pushed it into the usual quiff.

8o'clock. Perfect.

"Nicky?" Rod shuffled over to the side of his bed and called out as softly as his nasal voice would let him, "you wake?"

"No. Mmmnnphfm go way its too early"

"It's 8o'clock."

"AM?"

"No PM wha'd'ya think?" Rod snapped.

"Theres two 8o'clocks in a day?"

"Yes Nicky there is. Y'know some of us are awake and working be-" Rod's voice became higher than it would seem possible for a man's voice to go.

Nicky sat up and raised his hand to stop the oncoming lecture. "Buddy, it was a joke."

"Hmpf. Give it to Brian. He'd love it."

"Soooo," Nicky asked, "Why the wake up call?" His low voice cracked as it so often did when he woke up.

"Well it's my day off and I thought we could erm"

"Day off?"

"Yeah I know! Erm laugh at people on the subway"

"But you hate that?"

Rod shrugged.

"Ooh I know what you're doing!" Nicky accused.

"You do?" Rod voice came out as a shivery squeak. He didn't know what he was doing himself.

"Yeah. You're gonna make Ricky think you've moved on! You know he takes the tube at 9:30."

"WHAT? HOW? UH?"

"You're gonna make him think your seeing me!" Nicky smiley lopsidedly.

Rod crossed his arms over his chest and faced away. "I just wanted to hang out."

"Awww buddy I'm sorry." Nicky leaped out of bed and pulled Rod's hands apart.

"Hmpf"

"Soooo. Subway it is!" Nicky smiled, "Oh and Rod, buddy y'know I would've gone with you even if that was the reason. I hate that Ricky twat!"

"Can I have my hands back now please?" Rod blushed scarlet and stumbled out of the room.