Disclaimer: I do not own The Great Gatsby, or any of its characters; nor will I ever. They belong to Mr. F. Scott Fitzgerald.

Author's Note: Wow, I actually updated haha. Sorry for all of you who wanted updates all this time on this one, I lost interest- but I got it back. I really have to go pick the book up again.
Anyway, I really wanted to thank you for your reviews and support on this slow and small fanfic.
Happy reading!


The Water's Spray Cooled My Face As we sped over the wakes of the water. It was a beautiful blue today, and it seemed like everything was right in the world.
But, I could not run from the fact that I had started to develop some feelings for the man who loved my cousin... I'm not quite sure when it started but after last night's dream I suppose I realized it.

It was quite unsettling.

However, I must not give in to these foreign feelings and must stop them in their tracks. I looked over to Gatsby who was talking to the man operating the boat. I gazed at his form, not thinking of anything particular; just wondering what about this man made him so ...mysterious.
I've stayed at his house, dined with him, attended his parties; and yet feel so disconnected with him. I desperately wanted to connect with him- if to just to be able to show him what a shallow girl Daisy was. To save this man from disappointment and heartache.

Gatsby's eyes fell on me, catching my stare. He held no discernible expression for a few seconds before that familiar fake smile split his face. "What's the matter, Old Sport?" He asked.
I shook my head and said: "Nothing." I smiled back. He turned back to the man, said a few things, then made his way over to me. "Such a lovely day, isn't it?"
"Indeed, it is." I looked around at the greenery. The rolling mountains around the lake's edge were so beautiful. Untouched by man's hands, they were so pure. I wish I could just roll in that purity and feel my troubles slip away from my body and soul. This ...attraction just made me feel- sticky. Like black tar was slicked on my skin and as hard as a might try to wipe it away, all I succeed in doing is spreading it further. I shook my head, ridding myself of the anxiety.

I turned my head to face Gatsby once more. He was looking at me with a soft smile. It seemed like a genuine one. Or perhaps that might have been my hopes distorting the true image. Despite that fleeting thought I smiled back (a genuine one). "I wish I could be so majestic and beautiful as this scenery." I blurted, not really referring to appearances. I wasn't Daisy after all.
Gatsby blinked, then said: "But you are, Old Sport." I guess he hadn't meant to say it aloud, because I saw a light blush stain his cheek bones immediately afterward.
I blushed myself. "Thank you." I said softly, smiling again shyly. I felt somewhat feminine, and that thought made me blush darker.
Gatsby grinned and stretched a hand, almost to touch my hair, but instead clapped his hand on my shoulder. "I'm having another party tonight, I hope you don't mind?" He asked. "Since you are a guest here." He looked away for a moment.
"Sure. It's your place." I offered a smile. The truth was: I didn't want to see other people. I just wanted to be with this man, alone. I wanted to share quiet, peaceful moments with him; not strain to hear him over the loud women and bustling food servers in his brightly lit backyard.
Gatsby grinned at me and gave my shoulder a squeeze before allowing his hand to fall, joining his other in his lap. A nervous-looking gesture.

"I'll be sure to make an appearance." I said to him softly, leaning closer so he could hear. He leaned closer still, answering "I'm counting on it." He smiled with an unidentifiable look in his eye. I told myself it wasn't what I wanted it to be, as I made eye contact. I was about to succumb to the automatic response to glance at his lips when I saw him look at mine (more than just a glance, I might add). Curious.

He shifted back into his previous position, and with slight hesitation- rested his arm across the back of my half of the seat. We looked back out at the blue water for a small amount of time; Then I turned my head to look past Gatsby at the sight of a flash. It was the green light, disappearing behind the even greener mountains.


Looks like there are better days to come for Nick.