Chapter Eight: Deceitful Heart's

"Hi Honey." Lillian smiled warmly as her husband walked through the front door. Anthony looked around at the place suspiciously. The dinner table was set up for two, complete with a bottle of wine, soft romantic music playing in the background and romantic flickering candles on the table. He looked at the plates of steak, chips and carrots then back at his wife suspiciously.

"Okay, what's goin' on?" He asked her distrustfully.

"I just made you dinner." She smiled, pouring him a glass of wine then handing it over. "Can't a wife spoil her husband?"

"Any other wife, yes . . . but you always have another agenda. So what's goin' on?"

"I just made you dinner honey." She smiled, but he could see right through her phony smile.

"You think makin' me dinner will make up for you bein' a total utter bitch the past few days?"

"Language Anthony! The lord is always listenin'!" She whispered pointing up at the ceiling. "And I apologise for my behaviour."

Anthony rolled his eyes at her. "You should be apologizin' to your brother Nick, not me! He let you stay here and you've been hasslin' him since the day we got here." Anthony informed her, dropping his briefcase on the floor then hanging his coat up on the peg beside him.

"I'll apologise to Nicky later. Can we please just sit down and have dinner together?" She requested.

Anthony looked between his wife and the table then nodded taking a seat. The steak looked too good to pass up so he decided to tolerate his wife for a meal together.

"You know I was thinkin'..."

"Here we go." He mumbled, rolling his eyes angrily. "What's this big plan of yours then Lily?"

"I don't have a big plan!" She protested. "I was just thinkin' that perhaps we should invite Nicky and his girlfriend out to dinner one night."

"You mean so you can spy on him and make sure he really has a girlfriend?" Anthony asked, knowing his wife all too well.

"There's somethin' goin' on with Nicky here and I intend to get to the bottom of it!" She huffed loudly. "I care too much about my baby brother to let him damn himself to hell. Whatever he's doin' with this Greg fella, I plan on puttin' a stop to it. Two men together is vial and unnatural."

"And what if they're just friends like he told you?" Anthony asked her. "You're goin' to look like the biggest idiot ever Lily!"

"Says you!" She retorted like a five year old. "I can tell that somethin' is goin' on with Nicky and that Greg guy. Whatever it is it's not right!"


Sara sleepily rolled out of her bed, slamming her hand down on the top of her alarm clock to make it stop that irritating beeping sound. She sleepily rubbed her eyes open then stumbled off towards the bathroom, grabbing for her toothbrush off the side. She gasped in shock as she looked up in the mirror at her messy hair.

"Perfect!" She mumbled sarcastically to herself. No wonder Gil doesn't want to wake up next to me every day!

After she brushed her teeth she climbed in the shower thinking about how she was going to cancel the date plans she had made with Thomas, and somehow make it up to Gil without him ever finding out. Even though it's his fault. How could he stand me up like that?


"Greg." Nick whispered shaking him softly. "Greg sweetie." He pressed butterfly kisses to Greg's forehead, trying to wake him up. "C'mon baby, wake up." He softly shook him, watching his beautiful eyes beginning to flutter open. "Mornin' Gorgeous."

"Nooo... I don't wonna wake up." Greg softly mumbled, reclosing his eyes as he snuggled closer to Nick's warm body, trying to go back to sleep.

Nick smiled in awe, softly stroking his fingers through Greg's hair. "C'mon Greg . . . we gotta get up and get ready for work." Nick smoothly slid his hand across Greg's chest, softly sucking on his lower lip. "Greg . . . wake up sweetie." Nick started tickling his fingertips across Greg's bare chest to make him giggle and squirm beneath him.

"No, stop it."

"Wake up then G." Nick smiled, pressing a moist kiss to Greg's lips. "Good Mornin' Baby." He smiled widely as Greg finally opened his eyes.

"Morning." Greg groggily replied, rubbing his eyes open. He stretched his arms out as he yawned widely, sucking in a deep breath. "Do we really have to get up?" He pouted.

"Yes." Nick laughed. "We can't be late . . . c'mon shower time." Nick pulled the covers off their bodies, sliding towards the edge. "C'mon baby. Don't go back to sleep. I'm serious Greg, get up."

"You'll have to carry me." Greg beamed an irresistible smile up at him. Nick gave into his charm once again, sliding Greg's limp body towards the edge of the bed, sweeping him up into his arms bridal style.

"Did your mother used to have to do this to you to make you get out of bed for school?" Nick asked curiously as he made his way to the bathroom with Greg in his arms.

"No, she threatened to take away my computer." Greg giggled as Nick lowered him to the bathroom floor. Greg sleepily fell back against the shower wall as Nick pulled his pyjama bottoms off for him, removing both of their boxers as he turned the shower water on.

"Maybe I should threaten to stop sex?" Nick smirked at him, stepping under the spray of the shower with Greg. "Maybe that would get you out of bed quicker?" He chuckled.

"You wouldn't dare." Greg gasped in shock.

"You're right I wouldn't be able to stick to it." Nick laughed, sliding his hands down Greg's body as he kissed him passionately. "I love you too much Greg."


Grissom walked through the entrance lobby of the crime lab, spotting Teri stood at reception desk. Oh No! He gasped, trying to turn and make his way back out before she spotted him, but it was too late.

"Gil." She shouted, waving her hand at him.

"Hi Teri." He forced a smile, making his way towards her. "What brings you here?" He asked nervously.

"Sorry . . . I forgot to give you my new number." She pulled a business card from her purse, handing it over to a stunned Grissom. "You know . . . to maybe arrange another dinner date . . . if you wanted to?" She sheepishly suggested. Grissom looked at Judy sat behind the desk, listening to their conversation with wide eyes and open ears.

"Let's talk in my office." Grissom pointed down the hall, leading Teri away from the lab gossip. He didn't want rumours about him and Teri being spread around the lab.

He lead Teri inside his office, closing the door behind her. "Wow . . . you've really decorated in here." Teri gasped, looking around at the framed bugs in glass casings.

"That's a Phidippus audax . . . the jumping spider." He reported as she admired the spider in the glass case.

Teri nodded feeling her skin crawling. "Very . . . nice." She looked around the room again then at the stacks of files on Grissom's desk. "So when are you free next for dinner?" She asked curiously.

"Um..." Grissom looked down at his paperwork trying to think of an excuse. "I'm not sure . . . I'll give you a call sometime." He smiled, waving the business card around in his hand around. "How long are you in town for?"

"Five weeks." Teri smiled up at him. "I'm renting a place not far from here. I'm helping out an old professor of mine at the college; teaching the students the basics of anthropology."

"Who better to teach them then you?" Grissom smiled, taking a seat at his desk. He looked up at the door suddenly spotting Sara with an angry look on her face.

The blood immediately drained from his face as he saw the hurt in Sara's eyes. "Okay, I'll give you a call sometime." Grissom quickly climbed to his feet, shunning Teri out of his office. "Talk to you later."

"Okay." Teri nodded with confusion, heading off out the lab. Grissom's behaviour was very strange to her. One minute he wanted to talk to her, next he was trying to get rid of her.

Grissom watched her go then turned to Sara stood in his doorway. "Good morning Sara." He smiled at her like nothing was going on.

"Hi." She muttered with anger, heading straight for the break room.

Grissom slapped himself in the forehead for allowing that to happen. Why did I ever agree to go out with Teri? Now it's screwed everything up with Sara.


"C'mon Anthony! It's obvious the culprits lyin'!" Lillian shouted, routing through Nick's draws beside his bed.

"Honey, I am not gonna stand here and look out for you." Anthony nervously looked down the hall towards the front door. Nick could be home any moment and he'd find his crazy sister going through all of his things. "Lily! Stop this now!" He insisted.

"I have to know for sure." Lillian pulled open a side draw, dropping it to the floor. She lifted the t-shirts from it, carefully placing them on the bed while she knocked on the base of the draw to see if it had a false bottom or hidden compartments.

"Are you crazy? He's not James Bond or whatever. He wouldn't have secret compartments in his draws." Anthony shouted at her.

"Says you! Calvin has one in his desk draw!"

"Why were you goin' through our sons desk draw in the first place?" He hissed at her.

"He's nearly thirteen. When my brother Chuck was thirteen he started lookin' at those god awful magazines . . . I had to know if our son was into the porn phase of his life yet."

"And?" Anthony asked curiously.

"Calvin writes poetry." Lillian turned to face him. "I found a load of love poems in there. He's actually really good... but what kinda girls name is Maxi?" She asked, replacing the t-shirts to the draw then sticking it back into the right spot.

Anthony chomped on his lower lip as he tried to think of his son's friend's names. He couldn't recall any of the girls from his son's school by the name of Maxi. "Lillian can you stop this now? It's bad enough you did it to our twelve year old son, but your thirty three year old brother is where I have to draw the line. He's a grown man Lillian; he needs his own space and private life."

"You can talk mister." Lillian climbed to her feet, heading over to the walk in closet. "I found play boy magazines in your desk draw."

"Yeah? So... I'm a guy. I like to look at that kinda stuff." He defended himself.

"You told me when you married me that you didn't like chesty women."

"Every guy says that." He nervously smiled. "C'mon . . . I-I er . . . I . . . whatever. I'm goin' to work."

"Now? It's 9pm?" She asked confused.

"I know! I'm gonna do some extra important work that I could easily do tomorrow, but I'd rather do it tonight then watch you routin' through your brothers room."

"Ah ha!" Lillian shouted from the closet. Anthony stood in the doorway hesitant to move. Had his wife just found something that proved her theory that Nick was gay? Or did she just find his stash of play boy?

"What is it?" Anthony asked from his position in the doorway. He didn't want to be any part of Lillian's unauthorised search, but curiosity was getting the better of him.

"Look!" Lillian ran out of the closet, holding a colourful t-shirt in her hands.

"That? That's your smokin' gun?" He asked wide eyed. "That's just a t-shirt Lillian."

"Just a t-shirt that's far too small for Nicky and it smells like apple hair gel." She handed it over so he could have a whiff.

"Maybe it's his? He can't have always been that bulky?" Anthony suggested. "Maybe he kept it, like a lucky t-shirt or somethin'?"

"P-lease! Nick would never wear this colour, let alone apple hair gel. I bet you forty bucks this is Greg Sanders' t-shirt."

"So? What's that gonna prove?"

"That Nicks gay!" She shouted at him.

"A colourful t-shirt at the bottom of his closet? Damn, maybe I should give my friend Dave his hoody back?" He mocked her. "I hope you don't think I'm gay because his hoody's still in my closet?"

"What are you doin' with Dave's hoody in your closet?" Lillian shrieked.

"It was when we went fishin'. I forgot my sweatshirt so he leant me his. I was jokin' about the gay part by the way. I'm pretty sure the play boy magazines cover me for that part. If you wonna find the rest of my stash they're at the office. The folder marked Hancock."

"That's not funny." She scolded him.

"I know, I'm bein' serious . . . I'm off! Put that back where you got it." He warned her, pointing to the t-shirt in her hands. "I'm serious Lily . . . or I'll tell Nick and we'll have to dish out for a hotel." Anthony walked off down the hall to get ready to go back to work.

"But I want to confront him with it!" She shouted after him.

"You're goin' to confront him with a colourful t-shirt that smells of apple hair gel?" He asked, sticking his head round the doorframe to look at her. "You're insane Lily. Just put it back and stay out of Nick's business."

"I bet you that Greg Sanders uses apple hair gel."

"I bet you that if you confront Nick about this, he's goin' to kick you out so fast you won't know what happened until your nosy arse hits the pavement!" He shouted, grabbing his briefcase. "Stay out of his things!" He warned her again, heading out the front door.

Lillian angrily sat on the bed, holding her piece of evidence in her hands. She decided to call the only person that would believe her and help her out. She dialled his number then patiently waited for him to answer.

"Chuck Stokes?" Her big brother answered.

"Chuck it's me Lily. I need your help with somethin' . . . it's about Nicky!"


Nick looked around the empty parking lot then leant across the gear shaft to kiss his boyfriend goodbye. "Goodbye Gorgeous . . . Be careful."

"I'm only going in the lab Nick."

"Yeah, well the last time you said that there was a lab explosion and I almost lost yah." Nick smirked, covering Greg's mouth with his again for a passionate kiss. "Mmmm, I love you so much baby. Be careful." He repeated.

"You too." Greg grabbed his bag from the back seat, climbing out of the truck. "I love you." He waved Nick off, watching him heading off out of the parking lot before he himself head off for the elevators to get to work in the lab. He wanted to join Nick in the field so much, but for now he was stuck in the lab, processing everyone else's cases.


"Chuck I'm bein' serious here! Stop laughin'." Lillian protested.

"I'm sorry sis." He chuckled. "But you're smokin' gun is a multi coloured t-shirt that smells of apple hair gel? That doesn't prove anythin' other than your completely insane. You know some girls wear t-shirts and apple hair gel."

Lillian huffed loudly, dropping onto the edge of the sofa. "Would you just listen to me here? I followed this Greg guy back to his apartment then a few minutes later Nick came out of his apartment. They were in there alone together."

"So... that doesn't prove anythin' sis. I know my little brother. There is no way Nicky is gay!"

"What about the bein' compassionate to gays part I told you about? You don't think that's a little strange?" She asked him.

"I don't know sis. Maybe he just has a big heart?" Chuck suggested. "Nicky always had a big heart as a kid..."

"Why won't anyone believe me?" She shouted angrily.

"Okay, if you're serious about this. I still think you're insane, but I'm not gonna do anythin' until you have more proof."

"Like what?" She huffed.

"Like proof that he's datin' this Greg Sanders guy for starters. When you get proof then I'll say somethin' to Nick, I'll even fly over there myself to get that boy straight. Okay? But not until then. Bye sis."

"Chuck wait..." Lillian shouted frustrated, but he had already hung up on her. "How am I supposed to get proof?" She shouted to herself annoyed.


"Hey man." Warrick smiled as he entered the locker room at the end of shift. Nick smiled back, pulling his shoes on to go home and be with Greg after the long shift he had. "Hey you wonna go out tonight?"

"Um..." Nick thought about it a moment then nodded slightly. "Sure . . . okay." He huffed slightly disappointed.

"Don't sound too happy about it Nick." Warrick laughed.

"Sorry man."

"Your woman giving yah grief about going out with me?" Warrick chuckled. Nick nodded even though it wasn't true. Greg let him go out with his friends; it was him who didn't want to go out because he wanted to be with Greg, but he didn't want things to get too distant between him and Warrick as his friendship with Warrick was very important to him.

"I'll see yah in a bit." Nick pulled his jacket on then made his way down to the parking lot. Nick pulled his phone out to text Greg as he approached his truck.

Going out with Warrick

Be back later. Love You

Nick x x x

Sara grabbed for Greg's phone as it started beeping. Greg jumped from his seat, pulling the phone from her hands. "You are so nosy Sara Sidle." He laughed, pulling it out of her reach.

"I just wanted to know what the romantic Texan was texting to you." She laughed. "So what does it say?" Greg opened to phone to view the message, slowly reading through it. Sara watched his expression, waiting to hear what it said. "So?"

Greg read through the message again then looked up at Sara. "He said he loves me."

"Anything else?" She asked curiously, wanting to hear about a successful relationship to let her know there is such a thing as true love out there. Greg shook his head, dropping down onto his chair to get back to work. Sara patted him on the shoulder softly giving him a warm smile. "That's something at least. I don't think my significant other even know how to text." She chuckled.

"Shoulda dated someone from this century." He teased her, getting swatted on the head. "I was kidding . . . sorta!" He laughed, ducking out of the way from a second hit; unbeknownst to them that Grissom was in the hall watching his significant other fooling around with Greg like a teenager.

"You better watch it Greg." Sara snickered, heading out of his lab.

Greg waved her off then caught sight of an evil glare coming from Grissom at the other door. He nervously smiled up at him, trying to get back to his work with Grissom's intense staring distracting him. Greg waited for him to leave until he texted a message back to Nick.

Okay! I'll see you later Nicky.

Love you too!

Greg sighed heavily as he watched the message being sent. He leant on the edge of the desk, staring down at his phone to see if Nick texted one back.

A few minutes later he received another message. He flipped his phone open to quickly read it.

Be home as soon as I can baby!

And I won't hook up with anyone so don't worry.

You're my one and only.

Greg smiled as he read through it, feeling a soft tingle in the pit of his stomach. He disappointedly got back to work, wanting to snuggle up to Nick when he got home, but it was going to be another long day of work with no one to snuggle up to when he got home again!


"Sara!" Grissom shouted, ushering her towards his office. Sara could hear the anger in the tone of his voice as she made her way off towards his office. She felt like she was being summoned to the principal's office or something as she stepped inside.

Grissom closed the door behind her then instructed her to sit down in the empty seat in front of his desk. Sara gulped nervously as she dropped into the chair, watching Grissom walk behind his desk and sit down himself.

"Sara." He started slowly, grasping his hands together on the desk as he thought about what he was going to say to her.

"Is this about the Teri thing?" She asked nervously. "Because I know you would never go out with her."

"Oh." Grissom gulped nervously. "No, no . . . of course not." He lied right to her face. "No . . . I-I er . . . I just wanted to apologise again for the other night. I had no intention of standing you up. I just completely lost track of time. I..."

"It's okay." She cut him off. "I completely forgive you." She smiled slightly, feeling guilty herself for the Thomas thing. "So . . . are you busy tonight?"

"Um..." Grissom looked at the heaps of paperwork on his desk. "I'll call you if I get done early . . . maybe we can go out to dinner or something?"

"Sure okay." Sara smiled. "I'll see you later then." She climbed out of the chair, heading off towards the door. "Nothing did happen with Teri right?" She asked from the doorway. Grissom shook his head but she could see right through his expression. "Okay." She nodded, heading off home alone again.


"Hey Nick!" Warrick shouted over to him as he entered the club.

Nick nodded back, seeing Warrick had three women around him and he was bound to introduce them to Nick even though he knew he was gay, and dating Greg. Maybe he's just blanked that part from his mind. Nick thought to himself as he made his way over to Warrick.

"Nick . . . this is Trisha," he pointed to the red head. "Kristina," the brunette with very blue eyes. "And..." Warrick looked at the third girl with curly blonde hair trying to remember her name. "Um..."

"Camellia." She said for him.

"Right." Warrick nodded. "Ladies this is my friend Nick Stokes I was telling you about."

"Hi." Trisha smiled first, licking her lips as she ran her eyes across his figure. "You said he was a Texan . . . but you never said he was cuteee!" She excitedly giggled, shaking his hand.

He never told you I was gay either. Nick thought to himself. "Hi nice to meet y'all." He smiled politely at them.

"Nick I ordered us a few rounds." Warrick pushed a beer towards Nick. "First rounds on me." Nick nodded raising the beer to his lips, taking a large gulp.

He was going to need it.


"You're back!" Lillian cheered loudly.

"Jeez, put a lid on it woman!" Anthony winced, covering his ears.

"Have you been drinkin'?" She checked his pupils then stepped closer to smell his breath. "Anthony! Why have you been drinkin'?" She hissed at him.

"Because I knew I'd be comin' back here. What have you been up to since I was gone?" Anthony set his briefcase down, dizzily heading over to the couch before he passed out on the hard floor.

"Oh I was lookin' through Nicky's phone book..."

"That wasn't a question you had to answer." He interrupted her. "I don't really wonna know. I'm the innocent party, remember!"

Lillian rolled her eyes angrily at her husband. She decided to ignore his behaviour and tell him anyway. "Anyway... I was lookin' through his phone book and there's not a single Clarisse in there!" Anthony groggily rubbed his eyes, looking up at her annoyed. "And I called Chuck; he said I need more proof before he'll believe me."

"Lily, just stop what you're doin' . . . please! I've got about two more weeks left here. Can you just stay out of his business until then? Please?" He asked her, climbing to his feet. "I'm goin' to bed. Stay out of his stuff!"

"I will." She nodded. "But I'm still invitin' him and this Clarisse over for dinner and I expect you to be there."

"Whatever." He replied, closing the door to the guest bedroom so he couldn't hear her anymore.


Nick stumbled through Greg's apartment door, quietly clicking it shut behind him. He dropped his keys on the side then made his way towards the bedroom door. Greg was fast asleep in the middle of the bed. The sunlight was streaming in through the window making him glow like a beautiful angel.

Nick crawled across the bed, blanketing his boyfriend's body with his own. He covered Greg's mouth with his, slowly slipping his tongue into Greg's mouth. Greg slowly awoke from the deep slumber, responding to the Texan's kiss.

"Mmmm, I love comin' home to you baby." Nick rasped.

"You smell like a liquor store." Nick sniffed himself then shrugged. "Did you drink on an empty stomach again?" Greg asked concerned.

"Yep." Nick climbed off the bed to shed his clothing. Greg sleepily rubbed his eyes open to watch Nick struggling to get undressed. "I didn't hook up with anyone . . . so don't worry your pretty little head G." Nick stumbled as his jeans resisted to come off. "Why do you always bitch at me when I get home?"

"You're shoes are still on genius." Greg pointed out. Nick grunted as he struggled to pull his shoes off, but he could barely stand. "How did you get home? You didn't drive in this state did you?" Greg scooted across the bed, pulling Nick onto the edge of the bed so he could help him with his shoes.

"I got a taxi." Nick groggily replied, falling back onto the mattress. "I'm not an idiot Greg." Greg pulled his shoes and socks off him then helped him with his jeans, sliding them off as legs as Nick relaxed back on the bed.

"So who did Warrick try and hook you up with?" Greg asked as he started to unbutton Nick's shirt for him.

Nick rubbed his eyes as he tried to think of their names. "Trista . . . Kristina . . . and . . . Carmen . . . or somethin'."

"Three girls?" Greg gasped as he slid Nick's shirt off his shoulders.

"I didn't hook up with any of them . . . not Trisha, Camilla or Tina." Greg laughed shaking his head at him. "What?"

"You don't remember their names do you?" He chuckled. "You said different names both times genius."

"No . . . it was definitely . . . Trisha . . . Kristie and . . . Carla." Nick nodded, so sure of himself.

"Okay genius." Greg tossed Nick's shirt off the bed, crawling back towards the pillows.

"I didn't hook up with them . . . I told you, it's different now." Nick crawled towards the pillows with Greg, resting his head on Greg's shoulder. "I love you G."

"But you still go out drinking with Warrick with the aim to hook up with girls." Greg remarked, wrapping his arms around Nick's body. "If you can't remember their names how can you remember what you do with these with girls?"

"Greg, don't start the crazy bitchiness again!" Nick moaned, snuggling closer to him. "I wonna hang out with my friends. I don't go out for the girls anymore." Nick moaned in a sad voice. "I wonna hang out with Warrick."

"Why don't you go bowling or something? You don't always have to go girl hunting." Greg tried to reason with the emotional drunk.

"Because Warrick still wants to get hooked up."

"You can hang out with me too yah know Nicky." Greg suggested, caressing the side of Nick's face. "Don't you wonna hang out with me?"

"I do . . . but Warrick's still my best friend. He's like a brother to me Greg. I don't wonna lose him just because I'm with you."

"Warrick has a problem with us?"

"He said he can't believe out of all the gay guys I would pick you . . . you're not the possessive type that won't let me see my friends are yah?"

Greg shook his head feeling hurt by that statement. "No, I just don't want you to date loose women anymore that give it up to you in seconds coz you're so gorgeous."

"I'm not datin' them . . . if you call sittin' around listenin' to the most borin' people I've ever met talkin' about their time at a hair salon or which nail polish they prefer, fun then count me out. I hate makin' small talk with em Greg. I love you and I love talkin' to you."

"You're totally wasted Nick." Greg chuckled.

"Yes I am." He laughed covering Greg's mouth with his own again, sliding his hand down the side of Greg's body. Greg pushed Nick back as he spotted something on his neck. "What? What's wrong?"

"How did you get that?" Greg asked, pointing to the love bite on Nick's neck.

"I don't know . . . didn't you do it?"

"No, I never bite the skin. And I have straight teeth. That one's bleeding and bruised . . . and fresh! How did you get it Nicky?" Greg forced Nick off his body, crawling back against the headboard. Nick dizzily sat up trying to think. "Tell me Nick!"

"I don't remember. What's the big deal anyway? You're actin' crazy G."

"The big deal is you said you stopped getting physical with the ladies. Are you still lying to me?"

"I'm not lyin' to you Greg . . . I honestly don't know how I got it." Nick scrambled off the bed, stumbling towards the mirror. "You're crazy Greg . . . are you sure you didn't do it."

"Stop calling me crazy." Greg shouted frustrated.

"You're actin' all bitchy."

"Maybe you shouldn't drink so much asshole." Greg scrambled off the bed, grabbing Nick's clothes from the floor. "I probably contracted germs from the sluts you hook up with when you kissed me."

"What are you doin'?" Nick grabbed the wall to stabilise himself, watching Greg angrily collecting his clothes up from the floor. "G, what are you doin'?" He demanded.

"I told you Nick, one more chance." Greg threw Nick's clothes at him, shoving him back towards the open bedroom door. "I can't go through this again . . . you can explain it to me when you're sober!"

"What are you insane? Over this?" Nick shouted at him. "It's nothin'! I didn't kiss anyone but you Greg."

"You're still not sleeping in my bed. Do you have any idea how many times you insult me when you're drunk? You can sleep on the sofa." Greg shoved Nick out the door, slamming the door in his face.

"You're fuckin' insane Greg!" Nick shouted, holding his head. "Why would I date other women when I'm datin' you? Datin' you is like datin' a woman." Nick muttered to himself, collecting his clothes off the floor. "Greg! Can you just talk to me a second?" He shouted, pounding his fist on the door. "Greg!"

"No! Go away Nick!"

"Greg! C'mon baby . . . I told you I love you!"

"You just insulted me then you say you love me again? Just go away Nick. I'll talk to you when you're sober."

"Can I at least get a..." The door suddenly flew open revealing an angry Greg.

Nick ducked as he launched a pillow and a blanket towards him, re-slamming the door behind him.

Nick sighed heavily, picking up the pillow and blanket off the floor. He stumbled off towards the sofa, struggling to get comfy without Greg there.

"I do love you!" He shouted loud enough for Greg to hear.

Greg threw himself onto his bed, pulling the covers up over his body. He didn't want to break up with Nick; he wanted him to be a loyal and loving boyfriend. But talking to Nick while he was drunk was useless. When Nick was drunk he let all his bottled up emotions out, he was a very complex person to be around drunk. One minute he's your best friend, next he's telling you everything he doesn't like about you.

Greg closed his eyes, struggling to get some sleep. Part of him wanted to cry, but the other half of him wanted to kick Nick out of his life for good to stop this constant heart ache he keeps putting him through.


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