"Nicky! Nicky guess what!" Jeff yelled excitedly as he ran inside their apartment.
"What?" Nick said looking up from his book.
"Guess!"
"Uhh, let's see…Hmm…Hitler came back from the dead riding an alpaca and is trying to take over the world with his legion of evil zombies?"
"You aren't even trying." Jeff pouted for a moment before smiling again. "Do you remember a few months ago when my band sent in a cd to a couple of record lables?"
Nick immediately knew where Jeff was going. He leapt from his bed into Jeff's arms, giving his boyfriend a tight hug. "Congratulations Jeffy! I'm so happy for you!"
"Thanks Nicky! It isn't completely official yet though. We're meeting with them tomorrow to see about a contract."
"Still thats amazing! Ha, my boyfriend, the big rock-star!"
Jeff smiled. "And just think, soon you'll be my boyfriend, the author of the best novel ever written in history!"
Nick laughed. "My book isn't that great…Besides my publisher hasn't gotten back to me yet…"
"Psh, you are the best writter ever. We'll both gonna be famous!"
Nick laughed. "No, you'll be famous and I'll be a trophy husband."
"Nicky, you'll be so much more than that!" Jeff said sweetly.
"You think?"
"Of course! You'll be my roadie too!"