Chapter
4
"Cars, Cars, and More Cars"
Nick walked through the opening in the wall and crossed the driveway. He had never noticed how beautiful the outside of Gatsby's was. There were flowers everywhere across the lawn. There was seemingly every shade of yellow. It was almost as if the sun shining down gave off its own shade of yellow into the flowers. Across from Nick sat Gatsby's car. That gleaming, yellow beauty. He remembered how nice it was to be in the car. Hopefully he could ride in it again soon; maybe he could even drive it one day. He continued across the drive and to the front steps. Before he hit the top steps Gatsby had opened the door and walked to greet him. Nick extended his hand to shake Gatsby's but, instead of them shaking hands, Gatsby took Nick in his arms and hugged him. He then held him arm length away and smiled. "Glad to see you. I trust you slept well Old Sport?" Nick nodded as they began to walk inside. Nick was surprised to see the house again, even nicer than before. The front hall was so clean that he could literally see his own face in the polished floor. He smiled to himself as Gatsby stood by his side. "So, Nick, what would you like to do first? We can do whatever you like. Just name it Old Sport." Nick looked around the gleaming foyer, smiled again, and then looked over to Gatsby who looked at him intently with those beautiful sapphire eyes of his. "I'd like to see the garage; if that's alright?" Gatsby smiled. "Well then, right this way." he grabbed Nick by the shoulder and led him through a door to the left of where he was standing. They began the short walk to the garage across the gravel drive way.
They arrived at the garage and lord was Nick impressed. This was the largest garage he'd ever seen. The garage had at least 10 separate carports and 2 double carports. There were so many different cars. All models from Rolls Royce's to Duisenberg's. There seemed to be every color in the rainbow, all color coordinated. Nick's jaw dropped and Gatsby grinned. "I saw you eyeing my Rolls Nick. Let's say we go for a drive? What do you say Old Sport?" Nick grinned and nodded. He stood there waiting for Gatsby to get behind the wheel, but he still stood there right next to him. "Gatsby?" he asked. "Yes Nick?" Gatsby said. "Aren't you going to get behind the wheel?" Nick waited. Gatsby laughed. "Of course not Old Sport. I can see that you want to drive that beautiful machine, so I am going to let you." Nick felt like a child in a toy store. He barely ran to the driver's side and slid into the seat. Gatsby laughed at Nick jokingly and got into the car himself.
Nick drove down the driveway slowly so he would damage that beautiful car. Gatsby was oddly enjoying himself as he watched Nick's actions as if he were playing driving instructor. Nick truly was enjoying himself. "C'mon Nick lets stretch her legs, this ones been in the garage since April." Nick agreed and floored the gas pedal. The car lurched forward as it began to roar down the road. Gatsby began to laugh and laugh for no reason at all. Nick laughed too. He was in utter bliss. Driving that beautiful Rolls Royce with the most handsome man on Long Island.
They drove home with smile on their faces. Nick parked the car in the front drive. "Ill have one of the chauffeurs take her back to the garage." They got out and stood to look at the car in the late afternoon sun. "Come for a walk with me Old Sport?" Gatsby had already grabbed Nick by the hand, leading him to the garden.
Gatsby led Nick through a series of flower beds and paths through his garden. There under a Cherry Blossom tree sat a little old bench. Gatsby let go of Nick's had, sat down and patted the space beside him. "Have a seat Nick." nick sat down and looked around. There was beauty everywhere under that tree, as if the world was only what he could see under the blossoms. "This is actually my favorite place to go when I'm by myself if you can believe it Old Sport. I just feel so calm here. Nick could see what he meant. It seemed to go on forever. The say in silence together. Nick lay his hand next to Gatsby's urging him to grasp it in his mind. Gatsby took Nick's hand in his and lifted it to his lips, kissing it gently. Nick was in utter bliss. He felt like Gatsby was the only person who mattered in the world. Gatsby turned to look at Nick. Nick saw in his eyes what was happening. They began to kiss slowly, just the cheek first. Then they both became more adventurous. Nick caressed Gatsby's cheek with one hand while his other weaved its way though Gatsby's hair. Slowly they pulled away from each other and got up. "Lets go back up to the house Nick." "I'd like that Gatsby." They walked hand in hand on their way back to the house.