To Alice and Josie (if you're reading this): Of course you can! (I'm actually surprised that anyone would want to) you might want to wait until I've polished it - I'm going to try and elongate the chapters and bring it up to par with my usual OCD-perfectionist standards ;P if you left your username(s) in a review or a PM then I'd love to check out your other work! :D

No, that is not your imagination, the chapters ARE getting shorter and more pointless. There's a ridiculously large writer's block hopping about my brain whenever I try to update this story. Also, though it may be hard to believe, I actually can write quite well - this fic is really showing me in a bad light and I plan to rewrite it as soon as I can manage. And also, I've been mean and not thanked everyone who reviewed! I'm aware that this fic is badly-written and convaluted but I still enjoy getting feedback! You guys are awesome (and such sweet liars XP)


"How could you do that to your boyfriend?"

Boyfriend…

"I am not a closeted homo-whatever!"

Homo-whatever…

"What can I do for Rod? Oh, I know! I'll find him a boyfriend!"

Rod…

"I would say that my buddy Rod has… an undescended testicle!"

Undescended testicle…

Nicky's mind was reeling, his thoughts were drowning in the sea of alcohol and confusion as he tried to comprehend what Ricky had just told him.

He thought that Nicky and Rod were an item.

How had that happened?

Had he seen them dancing? Had someone told him as a joke? Was he just being paranoid and bitter?

Nicky groaned and swayed before plopping down outside Ricky's apartment door. His trouser protested and clutched at his thighs in a most uncomfortable way.

"Huh, my jeans are sure acting strange," he hiccupped to himself before looking down at the offending clothing, "Holy crap! That's right!" He was still wearing Rod's clothes! His hand shot up to prod at his hair, "Ouch!" yep, still spiky enough to poke out a few eyeballs.

He chuckled to himself, how had things gotten so out of control? It was just supposed to be some innocent little shindig to cheer Rod up after his messy break-up – and to lift everyone's spirits, really, that newcomer on Avenue Q was really bringing everyone down with his youthful chipperness and optimistic outlook on life. Ugh. Good thing no one invited him, Nicky hated to think about how worse the night would have been with Mr. "I'm not some young kid who doesn't know anything!" buzzing about with his own running commentary on how much everyone else's life sucks. The whole block was taking bets on how long it took for him to crack and embrace cynism.

Nicky sighed, trying not to digress too much. Why didn't Rod want to see him? Or did Ricky just say that… but then, why would Ricky say that? He and Nicky actually got on quite well – they had a lot in common, and had still stayed kind of half-friends after him and Rod split. But he could be kind of jealous sometimes… Nicky remembered this one time when Ricky had confronted him and demanded to know if there had ever been anything between him and Rod – and he had gone absolutely ballistic that night when Nicky crawled into bed with Rod after having a nightmare.

Nicky frowned thoughtfully… the cloud of alcohol apparently clearing (when in fact it was getting thicker as the vodka got a second wind) and one thought took up his brain.

He had to get Rod out of there.


Bear with me, my lovelies, I'm trying to finish this quickly before going back and re-writing it (coz that's how I work ;P) so supershort chapters may be the norm from now on - sorry