Gosh, this one came out fast. It practically wrote itself in my head! And although I love Evanescence, this has almost nothing to do with her song. Pretty much just the title. However, this is the most angsty drabble so far, so if you want to laugh, I don't reccomend reading this. If you don't mind a little bit of angst, then read on!
Since I wrote this at like 3am my time, there was a crapload of errors before my beta went through it. So thanks, foraworldundeserving! And thank you to all who have reviewed, especially xSlythStratasfaction and MissMarauder93. You guys PWN! ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee (yet).
It was early June, and the dreaded finals week was fast approaching. Even though the weather outside was gorgeous, the students at Dalton Academy were forced to stay inside and study. For the seniors in particular, the scores on the upcoming finals would affect their lives forever. School was taken especially seriously at Dalton; during this time of year, the library was constantly packed with students cramming for their tests.
Nick knew that he should probably be taking a break. God knows how desperately he needed one, and it was Friday night. So why was he still driving his nose into the theoretical grindstone? Well…
Lately he hadn't quite understood what was going on in his Advanced English class. He always got all of those stupid literary devices screwed up, and he was having a seriously tough time trying to decipher Shakespeare. Honestly, he thought to himself, the dude was dead. Who cares about his plays? They weren't that great anyway.
Unfortunately his teacher thought that Shakespeare was wildly important, which meant Nick laying in bed on his stomach at 1am with his nose stuck in Romeo & Juliet. He wasn't taking in a word of it, mostly because he had no idea what was going on. All he knew was that this Romeo dude seriously wanted into this Juliet chick's pants, and was now stalking her like the creeper he was.
With a sigh of exasperation, Nick slammed the book shut and threw it at the wall. It fell somewhere behind his headboard, and he couldn't be bothered to go and retrieve it. Freaking Shakespeare. Nick rolled onto his back and decided that he didn't need Shakespeare to succeed in life. All he was really interested in doing was singing and soccer anyway. Screw that old, dead play-writer guy.
Taking a deep breath, Nick relaxed all of his tense muscles, letting his tension seep into the squishy mattress. His icy blue eyes fluttered shut, and he was just about to drift off into a calm sleep when his phone started ringing. With a loud groan, he sat up again and picked up his phone, cursing the maniac who was calling him
Jeff.
Hmm. Nick stared at the name in consternation, wondering what exactly his best friend needed at 1am. His phone stopped vibrating the next second. Then realization hit him with the force of a jet plane. Of course. David's party.
David's birthday party had been tonight. Nick had thought about going, and had wanted to go so bad, but he had heard a rumor about alcohol being present, and he really didn't want to get smashed the weekend before finals. It definitely wouldn't help his scores in English. But pretty much every other Warbler had gone…and was probably there having a great time right now. So what did Jeff want? A ride, maybe?
The thought of his friend possibly driving drunk was enough to spur him into action. Without hesitating, Nick speed dialed Jeff and waited for the blonde boy to pick up.
"Hullo?"
Oh boy. Jeff was drunk alright. Very drunk. He could tell just from that one word.
"Hey, Jeff, did you call me?" Nick asked, trying to keep in mind what Jeff was like when he was drunk off of his face.
"Um…" Jeff seemed to think for a minute before saying. "Uh…oh yeah! I deed call you Nicky! I have somthin…reeeeelly impirtint to tell you!"
Nick sighed. Jeff was probably going to say something random about rainbow llamas and then hang up. "Oh yeah? Something important? What is it?"
Jeff giggled almost maniacally. Someone in the background screamed, "YEAH, KURTIE BOY! GET SOME!" Nick cringed. It sounded like David, which was scarier than the statement itself. Was everyone at this party drunk?
"Nick." Jeff's tone suddenly turned seriously, like he had gone from flat out stoned to sober in about ten seconds. Then he turned giggly and drunk again. "Huh huh, I luuuuuuuurve you, Nick! Loove. Loooooove! I LOVE YOU!"
"Oh. That – that's nice, Jeff." Nick felt his face burn red. Thank god he was alone, and nobody else could hear this conversation.
"Do you luhve me tooo?"
Nick could hear the pout in his best friend's voice. He rolled his eyes. He ran a hand through his dark hair, sighing. He knew for a fact that Jeff wouldn't remember any of this in a few hours, so he decided to just go ahead and placate him for the time being. "Yeah. Love you too, buddy. Now go to bed."
"WAIT!" Jeff screamed, sounding frightened.
Nick's finger hovered over the 'end' button. "What?"
"You don't geddit, Nicky." Jeff whined. "I love you. I love love you. Love love. Not just love."
"Oh uh, okay. That's nice." Internally, Nick was groaning with embarrassment. He understood that Jeff was struggling with his sexuality right now, but this was not the time or place for a conversation like this. Especially because Jeff was so drunk.
All Nick could hear from the other end of the phone was a bunch of giggling and shouting, so he said, "Listen Jeff, I really think you should get some sleep. Stay at David's house. If your drunken self wants to talk about this another time, then great. Call me when you've sobered up, okay?"
"'Kay."
"Bye, Jeff. I'm hanging up now, alright? Go to sleep."
"Bye Bye, Nicky. I love you."
Nick took a deep breath, letting it out in a big sigh.
"Love you too."
Oh, the angst! :P And what were Blaine and Kurt getting up to in the background? Only they will ever know...
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