The doorbell rang. It was the first day of an important week for Nick Stratos. Today, he would begin his seven-day house arrest journey to prove his mental stability while simultaneously, possibly, repairing a friendship. He was nervous. He hadn't seen Jesus since he'd knocked him out cold. He exhaled, then opened the door.

"Hey, Jesus," he said with a smile.

"Hey, Nick," Jesus replied gloomily.

"Wanna go to my room, or maybe you want something to eat? We could also go to the den or get in the pool, or-"

"Your room is fine," Jesus interrupted his babbling.

Nick smiled again. "Okay."

Nick plopped down onto his bed and Jesus oddly sat excessively close to him. He thought it was really weird that Jesus would wanna sit next to him at all, but he was glad to be receiving any semblance of a friendly action. Jesus then pulled out his phone and started to do something on it. Not understanding why Jesus had chosen to sit thigh-to-thigh with him and feeling awkward, Nick witlessly wrapped his arms around Jesus and hugged him.

"Uh, dude. What are you doing?" Jesus questioned, looking a bit disturbed.

"Oh," Nick quickly let Jesus go, "I, uh, I guess I felt like I should hug you since you sat so close to me?" He stated as if he wasn't sure of the answer, embarrassed at the carelessness of his actions.

"I sat so close to you because we need to take a selfie." Jesus started to lift his phone and point the camera at the two of them, Nick's face looking comically confused.

"Okay, you are sending me seriously mixed signals right now, man." Nick stated frankly.

"It's for the judge's office. Your lawyer called me yesterday and told me that I'd need to email a selfie of us every day this week, so that the judge could have proof that I'm visiting you. They said it's a little unorthodox, but they trust me enough for that to satisfy them."

"Oh, okay. Cool"

Nick smiled into the camera. Jesus smiled almost undetectably, then snapped the photo.

"Done." He then emailed it to the judge's clerk with his phone.

"Cool. Now that business is out of the way, what do you say we have some fun?" Nick suggested.

"Okay. They asked me to spend at least an hour with you every day this week."

Nick felt a sadness come over him at the coldness of his "friend's" voice. It was like a job for Jesus. He knew that he should have expected this. He'd sent Jesus' sister through hell, then sent him to the hospital.

"I was really glad to hear you were okay after our little fight." Nick explained.

"'Little fight'? You almost scrambled my brain." Jesus said bitterly.

"I swear to God I didn't mean to hit you that hard. I didn't think I would knock you out," Nick said sorrily.

"Well, let's not say it like that. I only had to go to the hospital because of the nail. The nail knocked me out, not you" Jesus rebutted viciously, with no suggestion of humor in his tone.

"Nail? What nail? What do you mean?" Nick looked confused.

"Oh my God. They didn't tell you, did they? Nick I have a nail in my freaking head," Jesus said while pointing to the location of the nail and looking increasingly angry.

"I had no idea. I never would've hit you back if I'd known. I'm, I'm sorry, man," Nick said pitifully.

"Yeah, well, just be glad I got lucky. When I first got the nail stuck in my head from the nail gun, the doctors said my speech could have been affected. You obviously knocked it in farther, but, like I said, I got lucky, and, before you get any ideas, Mariana didn't tell the police you were defending yourself because she 'didn't want you to go to jail', or whatever you may be thinking. She told them that because it was the truth. Period." Jesus pulled out his phone and started to text.

Nick felt horrible. He had no idea he'd came so close to possibly permanently disabling Jesus. "I'm sorry."

"Yeah, you already said that," said Jesus as he continued to text. He lifted his head from his phone to find a teary-eyed Nick looking at the wall.

"Come on, man. Don't cry. I'm fine, okay? That's what's important here. I know you didn't mean to hurt me like that."

Nick continued looking at the wall. He couldn't even face Jesus at that moment. Jesus rolled his eyes and hugged Nick from behind as they were still sitting on the bed. "You're too beautiful to cry, man," Jesus immediately regretted saying. Nick turned around to face him. Jesus looked away from Nick's face, embarrassed.

Nick laughed a little, the tears clearing up from his eyes. "You think I'm 'beautiful', man?"

Jesus' cheeks tinted red a bit. "Come on, man. Look in a mirror." Jesus tried to offset complimenting Nick by being snarky.

Nick contemplated what to say, for a minute.

"Why don't you kiss me, then?" Nick suggested.

"What? Cut it out, man. I don't know why I think that about you. I just see how attractive you are even though I don't see it with other guys." Jesus was trying so hard to keep being mean to offset the fact that he'd admitted how he felt about Nick's looks.

All Nick could do was laugh and turn slightly red. The truth was that he felt like kissing Jesus was the least he could do after all he'd put him through. He'd never been perceptibly attracted to guys, but he could still see that Jesus was handsome, and the idea of kissing him didn't really bother him.

"Whatever you wanna do, I'm down, man" Nick admitted. Some part of his mind must have thought that he could somehow make up for the wrong he'd done by going there. All of the "beautiful" and "gorgeous" compliments from earlier were making him feel embarrassed, though. He'd never thought he was that good-looking, but Jesus obviously did.