A/N: Sorry I took so long to update! It shouldn't be as long before the next one. Usually I'm somewhat better, but I was taking a break from writing fanfiction to focus on school. I'm not particularly happy about this one. I started writing it and it kind of took on a life of its own and started writing itself. So it's kind of rambling... It's really two things I wanted to talk about in one, so yeah... I might rewrite it later, but here it is for now. I'm a big fan of Jacuzzi and Jacuzzi/Nice, so you'll definitely see more of him in the future. This one's from Nice's POV.

Jacuzzi the Unromantic

Jacuzzi has always been a little slow on the uptake. I mean, he's the sweetest guy ever, and I love him more than anything else, but he must be romantically defective or something. I swear if he didn't have me as a girlfriend, anyone else would dump him in a week. Ten years. That's how long I waited for him to kiss me. I mean, I know you're easily intimidated, Jacuzzi, but it's me! It's your Nice! You've known me since, well, forever! You were the one who got a frickin' tattoo one your face (God knows how much that hurt) just to make me feel better. So why can't you kiss me, hold me, do something romantic?

Until he kissed me on the Flying Pussyfoot, I guess you couldn't really call us an item, but we were. Is that weird? That our relationship consisted of talking and hanging out and conspiring? We took joy in the little things. He would watch me fool around with explosives, tears beginning to well up in his extremely lucid eyes, worried for my health and sanity. I'd assure him that I had plenty of experience, wouldn't mess my face up again, that I'd learned my lesson, but of course that wouldn't convince him. I'd sit with him through his crying fits and deal with his plain insanity when his emotions overwhelmed him. He's a lot braver than most people think. Usually people call him a crybaby or a coward, but he's not. Not even close. He's the bravest person I know for reasons I can barely explain.

One time we were walking down the street and a thug came up to us, probably trying to make a buck looting our nonexistent wallets.

"What's this here?" he asked, in a deep rumbling accent. "A pansy-boy with a tough tattoo? That your girlfriend, there? She looks a little too, well, wild for you if you get my meaning."

Jacuzzi straightened up in that way he does and looked the man right in the face. "Damn right, she's my girlfriend." I just about jumped at his tone. He actually sounded, well, intimidating. He was going through a confident spell, but still, this was extremely out of character for Jacuzzi. I thought he was actually going to spit in the guy's face or something like that, but his confidence kind of ran out when the thug started yelling and making a fist. Of course, then Donny showed up and we ran out as fast as we could, tears starting to stream down Jacuzzi's face, but a smile creeping through all the same.

Tears aren't a sign of cowardice. That's what I've learned from Jacuzzi. Now when it's my turn to teach him something, I'll teach him how to treat a girl right. Teach him how not to let her wait ten years for her next kiss. Teach him to be romantic all the time, not just when tears are pouring down his face, mixing with the snot dripping slowly out of his nose. Yeah, not that his face is ugly per say when he looks like that, but it's not exactly what you want to look at for the rest of your life.

When I was little, I would dream of the perfect boyfriend. Tall, slim, dark man who would kiss me every couple of minutes, tell me I was beautiful, save me from all danger, and whisper in my ear that everything would be okay when it clearly wouldn't. Jacuzzi is nothing like my dream. But I guess I prefer things this way… I wasn't really ever the type to be a damsel in distress, so being the balls in the relationship is fine with me. As long as it isn't literal.

A/N: Like I said, it's more than I meant to put in one drabble. I also realized how hard it is to write Jacuzzi. I mean, I was writing from Nice's POV, but my attempt at writing Jacuzzi dialogue was crap (hence the single OOC line). Review, please!