I OWN NOTHING. (I realized the first two chapters were very, very bad. But this chapter I tried, really. I HOPE YOU ENJOY!)

*Third Person POV*

(A week later- just saying they've been hanging out every day after school)

"Do you want anything to drink," the tall, slender blonde asked Nick.

"Sure," the brunette was leaning on his elbows against Jeff's kitchen counter, "what do you have?"
"Uh… Mountain Dew, juice, lots of juice…"
"Juice, any kind is fine," Nick replied. His eyes were taking his surrounding; Jeff had a decent size kitchen. On the fridge, showed pictures of memories of Jeff and Jess, their mother appeared in a few. From glances around, you could tell the family was close. This was the first time Jeff had agreed to meet for the project at his house.
Jeff took out to glasses from a cabinet and began to pour strawberry-banana juice.
Without thinking, Nick said what he was thinking, "Your family is super close. I wish I had a family like yours."
He didn't mean to say it out loud. He didn't want Jeff to think his parents didn't love him or a crappy home life, although he did. He didn't want Jeff to see his flaws.
"We're not really anymore," Jeff pushed Nick's glass towards him, "I mean, we're close but not like we used to be. Not since my mom got the grave yard shift. It's been… different. How is it like to be an only child?"
Jeff was looking at Nick with curiosity in his eyes. Most of Nick's friends could care less about talking about their family. But talking with Jeff felt right and nice. He liked it. Although, Nick also like the way Jeff's lips looked and the way he licked them before he starts to talk, which he didn't like to admit at all.
"It's actually really boring, to be honest. My parents were too busy with work to realize they had a kid, they still are. I grew up by myself," Nick realized he was showing Jeff flaws and decided to change the spot light back to Jeff. "What happened to your dad?"
The football player realized that he brought up a sore subject. He didn't expect an answer but, "He died. In a car accident," he paused and looked away, "on the way to the hospital to see me."
"Oh… wow. I'm sorry, Jeff," Nick reached over across the table and put his hand over Jeff's. Nick stared at their hands, his on top of the blonde's. He looked up and met Jeff's eyes. The blonde was staring at Nick. Nick had to strain his ears to her what Jeff said next.
"It was my fault."
He pulled his away, biting his bottom lip, not looking at Nick.
"Jeff, you can't believe that," Nick didn't care Jeff had pulled away. He moved around the island counter and pulled Jeff to face him. "Jeff, it was an accident. It wasn't your fault at all."

"Yes, it was," Tears were in the blonde's eyes. "I cut my wrists so deep; I had to go to the hospital. And for punishment, my father died on his way to see me. I was so stupid."

Jeff realized what he was doing. Crying, telling something very personal, in front of someone who he barely knew. Nick held Jeff's gaze but said nothing. All he did, all he wanted to do, was reach for Jeff but Jeff wasn't there. The blonde was half way down the hall, his hands wiping the tears from his cheeks.

"Jeff! Jeff," Nick went after him but got the bathroom door slammed in his face. "Jeff, that… It's the past. It was a mistake. Jeff, open the door, please."

Jeff was at the sink; he had the water running, hoping to drown out Nick. How could Jeff been that stupid? To share the thing he hated himself for the most. And worst, that it was Nick. A football player, that until before these project, he barely had a conversation with. He couldn't. He heard plead for him to open the door. He wanted to but was too embarrassed. He turned off the water and walked to the door, "Nick, go home… please."

Nick wasn't planning on leaving, not until he could make the blonde feel better, but the pleading in the blonde's voice told him to go. He walked slowly back to the kitchen. Numbly, he packed his school thing up and slid them into his book bag.

It felt like an hour before Jeff left the bathroom. The house was completely empty. In the kitchen his school stuff was still spread out and there was to glasses filled with juice. Jeff poured out both drinks and gathered his thing and made his was to his room. As soon as he sank down under the covers, he was fast asleep.

The bell rang as soon as Jeff made it in his seat. He felt Nick's eyes on him but kept his head down. The blonde was still ashamed of himself.

"Class, this is the last day to work on your project. We'll start presenting tomorrow. I assume most, or shall I say, all have the project done," Mr. Collins said, hopefully.

Nick didn't hear anything else the teacher was saying, he kept thinking about what had happened last night at Jeff's. Over the week, they talked about books and movies, sometimes about their project, but never anything that personal. But Nick wanted to be more personal with Jeff. He wanted Jeff to feel comfortable talking to him about anything. Nick knew Jeff hadn't meant to say what he had told Nick last night. But Nick was glad he had. He knew something no one else at the school knew about.

He glanced over at the blonde. Jeff was wearing a dark button up and tight black jeans, his glasses falling down his nose as he was bent over the book on his desk.

Jeff felt Nick's gaze and decided he couldn't hide away from him; he looked up and met the brunette's gaze.

He cursed himself as soon as he did, the brunette wore a black cotton v-neck and dark blue jeans. Jeff thought of a dream he had where he ran kisses along the football player's collarbone. In the dream, he remembered Nick had his hands down Jeff's pants and was rubbing Jeff's…

"Mr. Sterling," Mr. Collins had been saying. Jeff broke his staring contest with Nick and looked at his English teacher.

"Yes?"

"Your project with Mr. Duval, would you like to present first tomorrow?"

"Uh…" Jeff looked at Nick, who just shrugged, unhelpfully, "Sure."

Great, Jeff thought to himself, now, he'll have to stand in front of a whole class, acting smart, acting as if nothing happened the whole week with Nick. Jeff knew otherwise, he knew he was getting attached to Nick. Now, the project will be over and Nick won't have to hang out with a freak, like me.

Author: Good? Okay….? I don't know…. Uh….. yeah.