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Stole My Heart

I gave Nick directions and sat back admiring the hum of the engine.Every now and then I felt Nick's eyes on me and I grinned at the feeling.

It was just a look, but I could feel how much he wanted me, wanted to be with me, near me.

It was thrilling to sit there in the passenger seat, not knowing what was going to come next or how long it would last and not even caring because right there, in the front seat, with Nick taking quick glances at me everything felt perfect.

"This is it," I said, breaking the comfortable silence and pointing. Nick pulled into the parking, selected a spot and parked. We both got out and looked around. The Charger was the only car in the lot, but the lights in the little diner were shining brightly. Nick came around the car and took my hand. I grinned at him and started towards the entrance. Nick pulled open the door and waved me through.

I picked a booth and sat down. Nick slid in next to me, sitting so close our thighs were touching. And he was still holding my hand.

A blond forty something waitress came up, chewing obnoxiously on bubble gum. She had a little pad and pen poised in her hand. "What can I get you guys?"

"A large order of fries," I said. "And a chocolate milkshake." She jotted it down and looked at Nick.

"A vanilla milkshake,"

"Anything else?"

"No thank you," Nick and I said together. She walked away, and Nick turned towards me.

"So," He started. "What are we gonna talk about?"

"Anything and everything," I stated simply. "How old you?"

"Twenty-two as of last week, you?"

"Happy birthday!" I exclaimed. "I'm twenty-two in two months."

Nick nodded. "Do you go to college?"

"I graduated. I did two years at a community college back home and then came here, to New York, to pursue a music career." I said, loving the fact that he still hadn't let go of my hand.

"And how is the music career going for you?"

"Well this evening my band was this close," I held up my thumb and pointer finger, centimeters apart. "To getting a record deal. But our drummer fucked everything up."

"How?" Nick asked.

"By making all sorts of ridiculous demands and being an all around asshole."

The waitress was back without milkshakes and she set them down in front of us. "Your fries will be out in a couple more minutes."

"Thank you," I said. The waitress smiled and walked away again.

"So what about you?" I asked. "Do you go to college?"

Nick nodded. "I go to NYU."

"What for?"

"Art," He said.

"Art?" I repeated. Nick nodded again.

"It doesn't exactly thrill my father," A dark look briefly crossed over Nick's features but then they brightened and he turned to look at me. "But it's what I love to do. It's what I'm good at."

"Well forget about you father," I leaned into him, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered: "It thrills me."

Nick jumped a little and let out a girlish squeak. "Jeffery," He whispered.

"What?" I asked innocently. Nick looked back at me and then he was practically on top of me and his tongue was trying to sneak into my mouth and his fingers were getting tangled in my hair and –

"Ahem." Nick quickly sat back and I fixed my hair with my eyes on the table and the waitress set the fries down. "If you need anything else just holler."

"Thank you," Nick said as she walked off. He looked back at me and we both burst out laughing.

When we were able to control our laughter I reached for a fry. I dipped it into my milkshake and popped it into my mouth, getting entirely too happy from the sweet and salty mixture.

"That was disgusting." Nick said.

"Nuh uh," I said shaking my head. "It's delicious."

"Ewww."

"Don't knock it 'til you've tried it." I said. I picked up another fry, dipped it into the milkshake and held it out to him.

"No," He said.

"Just try it," I said.

"No," He repeated.

"Yes," I insisted.

"No," Nick shook his head.

I sighed. With my free hand I reached under the table and groped his-

Nick gasped and I quickly put the fry in his mouth. I laughed at his expression as I removed my hand. "So how long have you known-"

"You can't do things like that Jeff," Nick said as he chewed the fry. "It's just plain rude."

"You loved it," I said. "And admit it, you love the taste of that fry."

"Never," Nick said and he picked up another fry and dipped it into his milkshake. I grinned.

"Told you so," I said.

Nick stuck his tongue out at me. He ate another fry and then he said: "So what were you asking?"

"Oh," I said as was chewing on some fries. "How long have you known you were gay?"

"I think I've known, it was just a matter of accepting myself." Nick admitted. He stirred a fry around in his milkshake. "What about you?"

"I think the first time I asked myself if I was gay was when my friends started talking about girls and they kept asking what girl I liked and I realized that I didn't like any of them in the way they were asking." I sucked up some milkshake through the straw.

"How old were you when you came out?" Nick asked quietly.

"Seventeen. I was so scared. I thought my mom was going to, like, blame herself or blame my dad or something. But I don't think she was surprised, really. And she told me that she was happy I told her, and that one day I was going to meet a really great guy and we would make each other really happy. What about you?" I asked. "When did you come out?"

Nick looked down at the table sheepishly. "I uh- I haven't." He said so quietly I almost didn't hear him.

My heart dropped. "Oh Nick," I murmured reaching for his hand.

"I was never close with my parents," He said. "but my father is in a political position. If it gets out that I'm gay it could ruin his career."

I squeezed his hand. "Nick, keeping it in isn't gonna be good for you." I whispered. "This is the kind of thing that could ruin relationships."

I knew what I said was wrong the instant I said it.

Nick stiffened, shifted away from me.

I mentally face palmed. 'Jeff you stupid idiot.' I felt him try to pull his hand away but I tightened my grip.

"I didn't mean it like that," I said. He was still staring down at the table. "Look at me Nick," I said flashing back to the scene in his car, less than an hour ago when he said the same to me. "Look at me," I repeated with more force. He slowly brought his head up and looked into my eyes. "I didn't mean it like that. I don't know what is going to happen to us, and I can't promise that won't cause problems in the future but right now it doesn't matter. Right now, I don't care. I just want to be with you Nick. Maybe I'll be able to help you, give you the confidence to come out but for right now I don't care who knows and who doesn't." I had reached up and place my hand on his cheek. "I know we've only known each other for an a little while," I looked at the clock on the wall behind the counter. "We've only known each other for like an hour, but Nick," I hesitated. I didn't want to scare him away. "Nick, I think I'm falling for you."

As soon as I finished talking I held my breath. Saying things like that could send Nick running and I really didn't want to have to watch him walk out of my life so soon.

But instead of looking scared, instead of running away, Nick grinned and leaned forward to kiss me again.

I got completely lost in that kiss.

Next thing I knew the bell over the door was tingling and what sounded like a group of people entered the diner (but I couldn't be sure because I was too lost in the kiss to open my eyes, too lost to care.)

But as soon as they saw Nick and I, they made sure we saw them.

BAM! CLIFFHANGER!

What is going to happen next was going to be in this chapter but this chapter was getting a bit long. And hey! At least I know how to start the next chapter (;

Special shout out to my biffle, darrenchris6, who helped me work out the finer details. Love you lady.

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