SURPRISE! Ch2 - The Fateful Night

Disclaimer: Slash. Don't like it? Then why did you even read the first chapter? I don't own anything either

A/N: The 2nd chapter is out within a week! woot! lol Anywho, more from me afterwards. Enjoy!

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That day, my friends definitely noticed something going on between Nick and me. It was actually really obvious to them, as we went from being practically attached at the hip to not speaking at all. Especially that this happened the day after the surprise party. And I still had no idea what the heck I did.

That slight moment I noticed him staring at me while changing got my mind spinning. Why was he staring at me like that? Had that miniscule eye contact had that profound an effect on him?

I knew I had to talk to him to figure out why we all of a sudden speaking.

I chose to do this right after dinner, when the two of us were sitting alone in our dorm trying (and failing) to do homework. By that time, we probably have said a total of ten words to each other all day.

"Nick?" I ventured, breaking the silence, sending us into a tension-filled conversation.

Nick sighed, and pulled off his iPod, turning to face me. "What do you want?"

"Uh… I was just wondering why I was given the silent treatment today, because I honestly have no idea what I did."

Nick coughed, my first indication he wasn't comfortable with the way this conversation was heading. "I… You… You were hitting on me last night!"

Woah, what? I froze, my eyes growing wide. How was I supposed to respond to that? I technically wasn't 'hitting' on him at all, but denying that fact was basically denying that I was gay. And I couldn't do that.

"I wasn't hitting on you," I answered, slightly softer than I normally speak.

He eyed me, retorting back. "Well, then what do you call what happened last night? Throwing that party, those words you said… you were practically lusting after me!"

I dropped my eyes, knowing what I had to do. "I promise you, I wasn't hitting on you. But I do have something to confess… Nick, I'm gay."

There. I dropped the bomb, and it was out in the open.

Nick was quiet for almost a minute. When he finally spoke up, I didn't like what I heard. "Great. Just great. I'm stuck living for the rest of the year with a faggot, who probably jerks off thinking of me naked. Abso-fuckin'-lutely great."

I basically stared, eyes wide, jaw dropped at his outburst. I stammered for a response. "But… Nick… I swear, I don't… I…"

"Whatever," Nick quipped, as he quickly stood up, put his flip flops on, and grabbed his key. "I gotta get out of here… I'll be back later," he called over his shoulder, as he exited the room, slamming the door.

I had no idea he was going to act like that. And now he was going to tell all our friends. Shit.

The only thing I could think of to do at that moment was to start coming out to my friends before Nick outs me.

I hesitantly opened my door, walked into the hallway, and knocked on the door across the hallway. It was Emily and Teri's room, two girls that I have gotten to be pretty close friends with, and the two people who I could count on to be supportive.

Emily opened the door, her face immediately changing to concern. I guessed my facial expression gave away something. "CJ, what's wrong?"

"Can I talk to you? It's important."

She ushered me, insisting that I wasn't bothering her.

I finally worked up the nerve to say it. "Ems, I'm gay."

She smiled a bit. "Is that it? Because if it is, that's nothing to be worried about."

I almost laughed, wishing that were the case. The rest of the story came tumbling out of my mouth, and by the end, Emily was in shock. She couldn't believe that Nick would say such a thing to me.

We were both quiet for a bit after I finished, and then I heard a suppressed laugh coming from Emily's mouth.

I looked at her as if she was crazy. "Why are you laughing at me?"

She giggled. "Oh no, I'm not. It's just… I guess I should say that we all, well at least all the girls thought you were gay. And that you and Nick would be perfect together."

Hearing that, I snorted, which lead Emily to laugh even more. I eventually broke down in peels of laughter, the whole concept of my friends wanting me and Nick together playing continuously through my brain.

After a few more minutes of hysterical laughter, I thanked Emily, and headed back over to my room, more confident in myself than I had been in a long time.

Unfortunately, Nick and three other guys from my floor were in there as well. I stood in the doorway, the four of them glaring at me.

"Well, if it isn't Queer Boy," Nick hissed at me, causing the rest of the guys to crack up.

Mustering as much of that new self-confidence as I could, I replied, "Oh, you're so mature, Nick. We're in college now, so stop pulling this high school bullshit."

"Whatever. Just don't try any shit on me, got it?"

I rolled my eyes at him. "Oh, honey, don't flatter yourself too much. You really aren't that hot," I added, which caused Nick to get all huffy, and he stormed out of the room, followed by the rest of his group. I felt almost guilty, as those words I just said were no where near the truth. But Nick was being extremely dick-y, so I had to.

Needless to say, I figured out that night that college freshman males are no different mature-wise than high school senior males. By the next morning, the guys on my floor were calling me many derogatory nicknames, including Q.B., and BJ instead of CJ.

I suffered through it, happy that I at least had Emily and the rest of the girls to support me. But the thing that kept me so damn confused was that Nick seemed to have a complete change of personality ever since that slight eye contact the night of the surprise party. I caught him staring at me for Christ's sake. Why all of a sudden is he bashing me? I didn't get it.

Weeks turn into months; the ever-constant slippage of names never seemed to end. Nick and I continued to hardly speak, a feat that caused some trouble when you're living in a room the size of a doughnut. I basically seceded from my room and moved into Emily's room, only going into my room to sleep and such.

And then that fateful night occurred.

It was the last night before Christmas break, and Nick and basically everyone on our floor had gone off to get drunk at a raging frat 'Holiday Toga Party,' but I had chosen to be anti-social and pack my room, as I was leaving pretty early the next morning.

Nick walked in around two-thirty in the morning, staggering and half-slurring his words. I was awake at that time, but in bed with the lights out, trying to eventually fall asleep. But my senses and body were jolted awake when Nick, smelling strongly of vodka, not-so-gently slipped into my bed.

"Oh Mushy… I'm so sorry I did that to you… Can you ever forgive me, Mush?" Nick slurred, wrapping his arm around my body.

First off, I froze on my bed. One, because I was simply in shock of the fact that Nick was trying to cuddle with me, and two, because I had no idea who the heck Mush was.

I finally found my voice. "Um, Nick? Care to explain?"

He giggled a bit. "You're my Mush because your speech at my party back in September was full of mushy words. And that's why I like you so much, but…" he trailed off, poking me in the side. "I had to hide it because I was scared. Forgive me?"

I had no idea how to react to that. Yes, I knew he was drunk and wasn't thinking about what he was saying, but still… Don't people normally tell more of the truth when they're drunk?

Nick apparently took my silent hesitation as a cue that I forgave him, and he not-so-subtly added more onto his drunken confession. "I'm gonna kiss you now, ok?"

He sloppily pushed his mouth against mine. I had fantasized about Nick and I kissing, and let me tell you, this was not the way I had pictured our first kiss. To describe the kiss as messy is an understatement. His breath literally reeked of alcohol, which to a sober person, is completely disgusting. Honestly, I didn't really enjoy it.

The mess-of-a-kiss lasted only about twenty seconds before Nick pulled away. "I'mma go to sleep now…. I'se tired…" Nick yawned, plopping his head down on my chest, and promptly falling asleep.

Leaving me confused as ever.

Nick just kissed me. He confessed that he liked me too. That was definitely one of those 'what the fuck?' moments.

I lay there in my bed, with Nick snoring away (and drooling a bit, I might add) on my stomach. What was I to do? I couldn't move, as I didn't want to wake him.

One thought crossed my mind, and I did not want to have to deal with the repercussions, but I knew I was going to have to. What was going to happen in the morning?

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A/N: My muses went crazy on me. I was writing the third chapter, and something happened that controdicted this chapter, and I had to rewrite this one. And then I had to rewrite my outline. haha I heart my muses. lol

I'm actually watching Newsies as I type this! lol It's the first time I've watched it in over like six months. But I did spread the Newsies-love to my college friends. :-)

Well anywho, enough of my babbling again. REVIEW!

-Braids-