By now you all probably know where this is going, so if you hate me, please don't kill me! lol.. you guys still have no idea how this hexagon will end anyway.
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A few days later, Nicky sat on the couch, fiddling with the television remote. It was old, with a light layer of dust that would never come off, despite Ginger's intense scrubbing the remote would cope with at least once a week. He was collecting his thoughts, one thing he hardly ever did, but this was an emergency.
Did he really have the smallest amount of feeling for Ginger? Sure, she was his second best friend- Rod was obviously the first-, could he just be confusing his feelings with friendship? How would he know? He never actually loved anyone before. Sure, some sex every now and then, but once the sun rose the next day, he was out the girl's door and didn't plan on returning. In other words, Nicky was the real life Joey Tribbiani.
Of course, his unsuccessful relationships hadn't helped him so far. Most of the time, the only thing Nicky got out of his relationships were black eyes, stalkers and, well.. things he had taken care of already.
Besides, when Nicky did try to be in a serious relationship, it ended quickly when the girl found out he was half Monster. Apparently, most girls thought that having children that had no chance of dying or having a birth deficiency was more important than being able to make a souffle that was impossible to collapse.
"That fucking bastard!" Ginger screamed as she slammed the door. Nicky jumped at the sound of her screaming. "I can't believe he would even try to do something like that, especially when it's only freakin' five thirty!" She threw her red purse over the coat hanger next to the door.
"How was your date with Jimmy?" Nicky asked without moving off the couch. It wasn't as if he had no idea what Jimmy wanted from Ginger.
"He tells me to dress my best, right?" Ginger threw herself on the couch, "So I iron my red strapless dress with the pink stripes at the bottom and get out my pink stilettos."
"Of course," Nicky nodded. If Ginger was anything like Rod, she would yell at him if he wasn't listening and adding one or two comments.
"So, I meet him, and it turns out he made dinner in his apartment!" As soon as Ginger said 'dinner', Nicky groaned.
"He didn't try to make that ketchup- flavored rice dish again, did he?" Jimmy was, by cooking standards, no Nicky.
"No," Ginger shook her head as she flopped herself onto the couch," it was worse than that! He tried to have sex with me!"
"Oh my- wait, what?"
"'Sex', Nicky. You know," Ginger made air quotes at this moment," 'when two people love eachother very much a-'"
"I know what 'sex' is, Ginger, I'm twenty-seven years old " Nicky rolled his eyes, "I just.. didn't know the nerd had it in him!"
"He is not a nerd," Ginger playfully smacked Nicky's shoulder,"he's just a perverted freak who has no idea that most girls don't think of intercourse as a quick, non-romantic thing."
I know... about 19 girls who would beg to differ, Nicky thought to himself.
"So he tried to get into your pants- well, in this case, skirt," Nicky corrected him self, "big deal!"
"It's a verybig deal, Nicholas!" Ginger scolded, "Especially when I have told him God knows how many times that I believe in abstinence!"
Nicky was startled by that comment. He had never thought of Ginger as a person who would get drunk every night and follow a drunk man to his apartment, but still, she was pretty damn hot! For once, Nicky had thought Lucy would have a bit of a competition for 'sexiest looking woman on Avenue Q'. It was hard to think that a body like that had never been.. um, 'tainted'.
"Yes, I know, it's hard to believe!" it was as if Ginger had been reading his mind when she had said this comment. "Let's forget we had this conversation, okay?" Ginger took off her shoes using her feet, and laid down in her usual 'movie night' position, her head of Nicky's shoulder, with her legs on the rest of the couch. "What are we watching tonight?"
"How about a musical?" Nicky smirked as he checked that he had Rod's credit card.
"Ugh, I really don't want to watch 'The Sound of Music' again!" Ginger rolled her eyes as she began to imitate Julie Andrews (A/N: Why did nobody else mention that mess up to me before, people! You should know the difference.. and messing up julie andrews with judy garland is what I do when parents or siblings try to talk to me when I'm busy)"The hills are alive with the sound of music! It makes me sick to my stomach every time!"
"Not on the T.V., you idiot, on Broadway!" Nicky smacked the back of her head lightly, "Why should you waste a nice outfit like that?"
Ginger blushed at the comment and her stupidity, "Sorry, I always forget we live in subway distance from there!" She started to put her shoes back on and grabbed her coat that she had thrown over a kitchen chair the night before. It was time she saw a real musical on a real Broadway stage.
There's another part to this chapter, but I feel bad for not updating lately so you're getting this now, and this will be called something else!
Don't worry, I'm not stealing a Broadway chapter from you guys this time! You really will read about them going around in New York City!
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