Million Dollar Man Chapter 5: Mr Gatsby, a great gatsby fanfic

Chapter 5: Mr. Gatsby

Love between strangers takes only a few seconds

And can last a whole life—Simon Van Booy

I awoke the next morning in a bed that was not my own. I groaned softly, feeling the sun's rays hit my eyes, blinding me for a split second. I raised my hand to shield my eyes, my head pounding harshly. I felt as if I had been whacked over the head multiple times with a bat.

I suddenly shot up once I felt an arm around my waist. I instantly regretted it, feeling myself become dizzy, my head aching terribly. "Goddammit," I cursed to myself, wondering who's bed I was in and who was sleeping next to me. I couldn't remember too much after Tom slipped the pill into my mouth. Everything went by in a blur; I remember bits and pieces but not too much.

I heard the person beside me groan also in pain and I then took the time to look at whoever was beside me. My eyes widened when I saw that it was non other than Nick Carraway. I felt myself become instantly embarrassed once he opened a bright blue eye, looking directly at me. He looked confused at first but then his eyes snapped open and he shot up in the bed, moving a bit away from me.

"V-Vivien?" he said a bit in shock, his face flushed.

I was too much in shock to even speak. I looked at him, he had smudged pink lipstick decorating his neck and around his mouth along with a few hickeys. His hair was messy and his eyes were large and wide like a newborn babe just opening it's eyes for the very first time.

We both knew what we wanted to ask, but it seemed like we were both afraid to ask the other. So I quickly gripped the covers, covering myself even though I was still in my chemise top. "I-I'm going to make some tea…" Nick stammered out.

"You go do that…" I muttered, my pale cheeks most likely the color of a tomato by now.

Nick nodded his head, throwing back his covers and I could feel myself let out a sigh of relief when I saw he still had his underwear on. He quickly made his way out of his room, staggering a little, holding his head. Once gone I let out a loud heavy sigh of relief. I then flipped back the covers, making my way towards the bathroom that was present in his bedroom.

I went inside, closing the door behind me. I then took some time to observe myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess, it was all in tangles and it was wild, my makeup was smudged, my undergarments a bit torn but still intact nonetheless. I tilted my neck to the side to see the presence of hickeys all over it and slight bite marks. I grimaced, knowing I would have to use a lot of makeup to cover up these indecencies.

I grabbed myself a brush that was on the sink and brushed my knotted hair until it was somewhat free of kinks, but my hair remained wild. I then splashed water on my face, before leaning back up, wiping the water from my eyes and my makeup with it. I then sighed, the makeup was gone now but the hickeys were present; colors of purple, reddish and yellow bruises of passion forming on my neck.

I placed my palm over my face and groaned. What have I done?

I could only hope I didn't sleep with Nick, I prayed to myself that I didn't. It would be horrible to know that I slept with him so early on without really getting to know him and for the fact that if Jordan were to ever get word of it, I am sure she would be most unhappy with me.

I sighed heavily, shaking my head of those thoughts and then left the bathroom. I went to Nick's closet, opening it and feeling a bit of relief wash over me when I saw a simple brown robe in it. I then grabbed the robe, throwing it on to cover myself. I then made my way to the kitchen, taking in Nick's small and modest home. It was quite quaint but it was in need of some redecorating and repairs.

Once I found the kitchen, I walked in to see Nick leaning against the counter, holding a white mug in his hands. He was looking down into the cup, a grim and slightly shamed look crossing his features as he looked into the cup. I could only wonder what he thought about all of this…

"Nick…?" I said softly.

I saw his head snap up and he almost dropped the cup but he luckily catched it. He then fumbled with it, spilling some of the contents of the tea within it before putting the cup onto the counter. He then looked at me, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment as he looked at me. "G-Good morning Missus Webber…" he said with a slight nervous smile.

"Good morning Nick…"

The whole situation was just as awkward as it was in the bedroom. We both couldn't seem to say anything to one another, and I was frankly wanting to just have both of us relaxed so we could talk about whatever happened.

"Is the tea ready?" I asked. It was a simple question, something to break this awkward and tense air.

Nick nodded. "Y-yes it is." He quickly grabbed another cup, grabbing silver teapot from the stove and pouring the tea into an extra cup. He then handed it to me. I half-smiled and took the cup, taking a sip of the tea. It wasn't that good, but it was better than nothing.

Nick seemed to keep his gaze off of me and I felt myself frustrated. Was he not man enough to talk about this? I scowled and I took another sip of tea before setting the cup rather harshly and loudly onto the counter, causing Nick to jump and snap his gaze towards me.

I crossed my arms. "Are we going to just sit around here and pretend nothing did not happen that yesterday or are we going to be adults and talk about it?"

Nick sighed and straightened up, running his fingers through his dark hair, frowning so hard that creases began to form on his forehead.

"Yes, you are right. We should talk about it…" he said, looking at me dead in the eye. "My question is do you remember anything from that night?"

I frowned, furrowing my brow as I tried to remember." I can only remember a few things. I remembered Tom forc…giving me this pill to help me loosen up, I danced a lot, I was having such a grand time and so was everyone else and the last thing I remember is kissing…." I faltered in my speaking, feeling myself become embarrassed a little as I remembered our heated kiss.

"I see." Nick rubbed the back of his neck and sighed heavily. "Well I managed to remember many things apparently but I know you are probably wondering mainly if we slept with one another."

"Yes that was really on my mind, I was unsure about how to bring it up in our conversation."

"Well we didn't have sex. I am pretty sure we didn't," he said. I felt more relieved than I thought I would. Why would I be relieved as to not having sex with Nick. I knew the consequences of what could happen if I did but I was attracted to the man.

I suddenly had the thought of the green light once again in my head and felt myself frown. What the hell was this green light? It had plagued my dreams two nights ago and was in my head yesterday morning. And now it seemed that I was actually relieved at the thought of not sleeping with Nick because of this green light. How preposterous.

"And how did you come to that conclusion?"

"Well we were both pretty messed up in the head last night and if we indeed did have sex we wouldn't still have our undergarments on, and also for the fact I am sure you don't feel any pain between your legs now do you?" he asked a bit bluntly.

I felt myself blush, shaking my head. I did not feel a pain or soreness between my legs.

"I believe you are right Nick, I am…glad we did not have sex. It would ruin our growing friendship don't you think?" I asked with a slight comforting smile. Nick gave me a smile also. "Yes, I rather us not rush things. Let's get to know one another before we decided to take things further."

"Agreed."

After we had gotten all of that nonsense settled we sat at the small but modest table with one another, drinking tea and eating a few biscuits that Nick had made. We were becoming more comfortable around one another and despite my attraction towards Nick, he didn't make me feel the things this mystery man did in my dream. But I am pretty sure that the man from my dream was just simply a man in a dream, I'm sure he'll be nothing but a faded memory soon.

And also whilst eating Nick informed me about why we had left Myrtle's apartment yesterday night. Myrtle had begun to speak ill of Daisy. She had no idea how Daisy looked but she knew of her name. And Myrtle shouted her name over and over again even when Tom told her stop, and in the end result he delivered a blow right to her nose, causing blood to run down her nose profusely. And well that ended the party pretty quickly. Tom and dropped both Nick and I at Nick's place before making his way to his home in East Egg.

"Poor thing," I said, taking a bite out of my jelly covered biscuit. I was trying to sound sympathetic but a smile was creeping on my face when Nick told me.

"You don't pity do you?"

"Not one bit," I said with a mocking giggle. "She deserved it Nicky, and you know it's true. Sleeping around with a married man is not a good thing. Trust me, it only ends up bad. I know from experience."

Nick raised a brow and leaned back in the wooden chair, the movement causing the old chair to make a loud creaking noise, making me cringe. "Experience huh?" He asked teasingly. "Just exactly what do you do Missus Webber?"

I could feel a hand on my thigh and I raised my head to see Nick giving me a playful smile. I felt my cheeks burn and swatted his hand away from my thigh. "I'll tell you some other time Nicky, the things I do and have done are quite scandalous, I'm unsure if your innocent ears can handle it!"

He scoffed, shaking his head with a big grin. Nick was cute, he may have his boyish charms but I knew behind that smile he was all man and I'm sure he was one hell of a lover.

"I am not as innocent as you think Missus Webber," he said, leaning forward now, keeping his blue eyes on me.

I felt myself smile once again and leaned forward also, laying my hand on top of his, letting my fingertips tickle at his slightly hairy knuckles. "Oh really Mr. Carraway?"

Nick opened his mouth about to say something but suddenly there was a rapping upon his door. His gaze shifted from mine and he then looked back at me, about to speak once more but whoever was at the door rapped upon it again but this time louder. Nick sighed rather loudly, giving me a wry smile.

"I have to go get that."

I waved my hand off in dismissal. "Not worry Nicky, just sit back and relax. I'll go get it for ya," I said. I then got up before he could say another word, walking off towards the front door. I then opened the door to see a chauffeur in a uniform of robin's-egg blue, holding a formal note in his hands. I blinked in confusion and seemed to be a bit confused also upon seeing me.

"Uhm, may I help you?" I asked, raising my black brow.

The chauffeur cleared his throat and then gave me a forced smile, bowing a little to me. "My apologies Madam, this is a letter from my master who lives next door to Mr. Carraway. He's been formally invited to my Master's party this coming tomorrow."

I nodded. "Ahh I see."

He handed me the note and I then watched as he walked across the lawn and past some bushes before he disappeared from my room. I blinked and made my way outside onto the lawn, shifting my gaze up. My eyes widened when I saw the rather large mansion next to Nick's small and shabby home.

"Wow…"

I then noticed something shifting in one of the windows. I directed my gaze towards it and saw only a glimpse of a face, I couldn't make how it looked but the face belonged to a male. Nick's neighbor perhaps?

I hummed in thought to myself and opened the invitation, reading: I have seen you for quite some time Mr. Carraway and I think it would be nice for us to get to know one another. So I hereby formally invite you to my party that I am having tomorrow night. You are welcome to bring anyone you wish. ~Sincerely J. Gatsty.

"Gatsby?" I murmured, my eyes zeroing in on the J on the invitation. I felt an odd feeling in the pit of my abdomen, and a rather rush of excitement between my legs. Could it be…?

"No, I'm just imagining things." I shook my head and then closed the invitation, inhaling then exhaling out air to calm my nerves and the sudden ache between my legs. I then turned on my heel and headed inside the house, knowing most likely whoever was in the window was looking at me once more.

Once inside, I closed the door and made my way back to the kitchen seeing Nick sitting down, reading the newspaper, his mug right beside him. I felt myself smile upon seeing him, knowing he would make a good husband for some woman some day.

"What are you reading Nicky?" I asked.

I saw him look up and he shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing really important, just the latest on what's happening on Wall Street; it's the same old, same old. Stocks are increasing and people are getting rich," he said simply.

"Who was at the door?" he asked.

I gave Nick a saucy smile and walked over to him, waving the invitation in my hand. "What do you say we attend a party together tomorrow?"

"A party?"

He gave me a raised brow and I only smiled. "Your neighbor was kind enough to invite you to his party he's having tomorrow, and he said you can bring extra guest if you'd like," I said.

"I don't after yesterday's party with Tom and Myrtle…" Nick said, frowning a little.

"I'm sure the party won't be so bad." Despite what happened the other night, I was sure this party was going to be big and it was going to change something in my life, I wasn't sure what but I knew I just had to go to the party.

Nick sighed and then gave a slight smile. "Well I guess I can go and bring you along with me." I smiled in happiness and tossed Nick the invitation.

"It's not going to be so bad Nick, besides a little party never killed nobody."

-A Day Later-

I was currently sitting in a cab, being driven to Nick's home. I was to accompany him to this party his neighbor was having. I was excited to say the least, maybe I could flirt with some men and maybe even meet the host of the party. I mean for a man to be living in a mansion like that, he must be interesting to talk to. I only hoped he wasn't an old middle aged man.

After I had left Nick's yesterday after an hour or two of receiving the invitation I went to Jordan's mansion and was bombarded with questions from my nosy cousin. I lied to her and told her I went to a bar and ended up going home with him that night.

Despite me being older than her, she chastised me, telling me that there are some real pigs and scum out in New York that would take advantage of me.

I had the urge to laugh right in her face. I could take care of myself. If a man was even remotely thinking about taking advantage of me, I would atleast try to put up a fight instead of just laying there and letting him do whatever he wants to me. Jordan could be sometimes just as naïve as Daisy even though she seems like she is older than her. (STP: Daisy is 23, Jordan is 21, Vivien is like 25)

I chuckled a little and soon my thoughts began to drift to Nick's mysterious neighbor Gatsby who would just invite Nick out of the blue to a party. It was all very odd and a bit fishy, but I had a feeling that tonight will become a turning point in my life, and that thought excited me greatly.

The taxi cab stopped right in front of Nick's, I paid him off and stepped out of the car, heading towards Nick's door. Once at his doorstep I rapped upon the worn wooden door twice before it opened revealing Nick dressed in white flannels looking very handsome.

I was dressed in a Oscar de la Renta silver beaded silk organza top with a matching skirt, simple silver heels that had silver beads on the sides of it, a smokey grey face veil was worn over my eyes and a shimmering silver cloche hat was adorned on top of my head. My hair was swept to my left and I wore smokey makeup and dark red lipstick.

I heard Nick stifle a gasp and smile began to tug at my lips. "Wow, you look beautiful Vivien," he said, a flustered look coming onto his cheeks.

"As do you Mr. Carraway," I replied. I then directed my gaze to across Nick's lawn where you could hear the loud booming music coming from his neighbor's mansion, the place lit up like a carnival. It only made Nick's shabby home a piece of crap in comparison.

"Now are we going to go or are you going keep looking at me all night?" I asked teasingly.

Nick blushed and then shook his head, snapping out of his daze. "Y-Yes of course…" Nick then grasped my hand and led me across his lawn, past a few bushes and soon we were at his neighbor's mansion. My eyes widened as I took it all in. Men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars. Cars filled his large driveway as many people tried to find a place to park, hell some people decided to just park on his lawn. Nick and I had shuffled past the doors and in to a large hall that was filled with many people, and as I looked at their anxious faces, something had sunk in. Nick was most likely the only one who was invited. The rest of New York simply came uninvited.

The whole city packed into automobiles, and all weekend, every weekend ended up at this mysterious Gatsby's mansion. And literally it seemed to be everyone from every walk of life from every corner of New York city, this kaleidoscopic carnival spilled all through Gatsby's door and hallway.

Suddenly a light shined down upon us all and we all looked forward eagerly, wanting to see what was inside this Gatsby's mansion and what greeted my eyes was the blaring sound of music and women who feather danced in the air, looking like angels leading us into heaven.

I felt overwhelmed as I took everything in. The mansion was large, it was big. People were dancing near the pool that happened to be inside of the mansion and some were jumping in. The women in feathers danced and beckoned us further in with seductive shakes of their bosoms. Confetti fell from the air, women swung from the ceiling and some people tried to reach up and grasp their hands, and balloons that were light in color was everywhere, giving off a rather playful feeling.

"Wow," was all I was able to say as I tried to take everything.

"It's amazing," I heard Nick say in awe. He then smiled wildly and pulled on my hand, and soon I began to follow him around the party, and I began to notice big time people at the party. Billionaire publishers and their blonde nurses who only wanted to drain them dry of their money, heiresses wasting away their money and inheritance near Gatsby's beach and pool, Nick's boss losing his money at the roulette table, gossip columnists alongside gangsters, governors who exchanged telephone numbers, fim stars, Broadway directors, morality protectors, high school defectors, and Ewing Klipspringer who was rumored to be a descendant of Beethoven.

I smiled and grasped Nick's hand tighter. "This is all so grand!" I shouted to him over the loud music. "It is!" Nick replied back with a wide smile.

"I'm going to go get us a drink, wait right here all right Vivien?" Nick said. I nodded and waved him off in dismissal, still in awe at this lavish and wild party.

Nick tossed me a glance before leaving and I couldn't help but find myself drawn to the women who started to jump into the pool. I mentally cursed myself for dressing so nice; a dip into a pool would have been nice on the warm summer night.

I wonder where the host was though…shouldn't he be around here somewhere with a flock of people around him? How strange.

I soon took it upon myself to go find this man. I then began to ask around if anyone knew the host of the party. And everyone always replied about never seeing or meeting Gatsby. Some people didn't even know who or what a "Gatsby" was. I sighed in frustration and ended up finding myself lost, not knowing where Nick had left me.

"Well isn't this just great," I said in frustration.

I was alone and a bit embarrassed, I decided to have myself a few drinks. As the waiters came on by, I grabbed myself a few drinks, downing each and every one down my throat with ease, enjoying the burning sensation it gave my throat.

I watched as people standing on a boardwalk in the middle of pool began to dance and do the Charleston. I smiled drunkenly and watched them with fascination. Suddenly I felt a hand grasp my bottom and I gasped, swiveling around to see a random male who appeared to be younger than me, most likely a high schooler.

"Wanna dance?" he asked. His breath reeked of hard liquor and I found myself disgusted with him immediately. I was a bit tipsy but I was no where near his state to even want to do anything with him.

"I'm not interested, piss off creep," I hissed out, pushing past him only to feel him grasp my wrist and pull me close to him, his other hand snaking around my waist and pulling me towards him. "Now I'm going to get my dance and more you little cunt. I'm captain of the varsity baseball team, no one says no to me."

I hissed loudly and was about to knee this ass in the groin when I heard someone say, "Now that's not how you treat a lady is it old sport?"

The high schooler and I both turned our heads to see a man with blonde hair that was neatly pushed, his eyes were a warm baby blue color and he was fair skinned. He was neither over-muscular, too skinmy or too fat he was just right; he had muscles in all the right places. He was a bit tall with a slight boyish look to his face but you could still tell he was older from the crinkles around his eyes. He was indeed very attractive.

"Who the hell are you?" the boy asked the man.

The man flashed the boy a false smile, flashing his straight pearly whites and then said, "Why old sport I am that young ladies date, and I would rather us not get into a fight just because you can't get what you want. I am a reasonable man, just let her go and I want have to hurt you."

The high schooler seemed to look into the man's eyes and sudden look of fear flashed over him, and he suddenly let me go.

"I-I don't want any trouble sir…" The boy said, backing up a bit.

The man chuckled, pulling me towards him, his smile still forced on as he kept his baby blue gaze on the teen. "I know you don't. Why don't you leave my sight old sport before trouble does happen for you," he said in the most polite way possible.

The boy gulped and nodded, running off in the opposite direction. I raised my brow and looked at the man. "Why thank you, but I could have handled it myself," I said, getting out of his arms.

"I'm sure you could have, but I am a man of chivalry."

I scoffed but couldn't help but find myself smiling at him. "My hero," I said sarcastically. "But thank you anyway…"

I could see him looking me over, taking in my looks before he looked back at me with a slight smile. "If you don't mind me asking miss, what are you doing around here alone?" he asked. "A beautiful woman such as yourself should be with a man."

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. "I don't need a man to accompany me at all, I am perfectly fine on my own, but I got separated from my friend. And I was also looking for the damn host of the party Gatsby or whatever his name is. You would think that to be the host of this party, someone would have at least known who he was. But everyone I asked seemed to not who I was talking about or would tell me a rumor about him being a German spy or killing a man. This Gatsby man is more mystery than anything and it's a bit frustrating I tell you."

The male chuckled and I scowled. "What do you find my frustration funny like everyone else?"

"N-No it's just that you are right. My parties do seem to now fill up with just strangers instead of friends. But I find it more fun when there are more large parties. Private parties have no privacy and at large parties there is more privacy than you think."

I barely listened to what he said but the word my sprung up into my hearing and I snapped my head towards him.

"My…? Does that mean y-you're..?"

The man gave me one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced-or seemed to face-the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just so far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.

"Gatsby…" I said softly, feeling my cheeks burn at his smile, an odd chill of excitement passing over me. And just then and there a song began to play, a cool voice filtering the air, beckoning every ear to listen.

Just one night all we got…

Gatsby gave me an even bigger smile and nodded. "The one and only Gatsby at this party I believe," he said jokingly.

I ain't got time for you baby,

Either your mine or you're not

"Wow, I...wow it's very nice to meet you," I stammered out, feeling my cheeks become redden in embarrassment for saying all of those things earlier about him. "I didn't mean all those things earlier about you…" Gatsby laughed merrily and waved my statement off. "It is nothing really, but you can pay me back with something…" I narrowed my eyes at him watching as he gave me a smirk, causing me to become flustered which only made me feel a bit angered at him.

Make up your mind sweet baby

Right here, right now is all we got

"Which is?"

"You join me in a dance."

I felt my anger dissipate and then a smile came upon my lips. I then held out my hand in a rather joking and exaggerated manner. "Oh my Mr. Gastby! I would love to dance with you!" He laughed and grasped my hand, leading me to the dance floor.

'Oh this was going to be fun,' I thought with a wide smile as Gatsby drew me into his arms.

A little party never killed nobody, so we gon' dance till we drop

Mm, a little party never killed nobody, right here, right now is all we got!

Gatsby suddenly dipped me down very low to the floor, keeping his blue eyes upon mine, the boyish smile once again returning to his face, causing me to give him a shy smile in return.

Skeed-boda-bop!

He then quickly pulled me back up and spun me around, causing me to laugh merrily.

At least I miss trips around the world

Don't mean a thing, if I ain't your girl

A little party never killed nobody, so we gon' dance till we drop

A little party never killed nobody, right here, right now is all we got!

Gatsby then began to do the Charleston, shocking me because I wouldn't think a man with his type of money would even bother to learn the Charleston. He gave me a wink and I grinned, lifting up my expensive dress slightly and we both began to dance next to one another doing the Charleston in rhythm and in-sync with one another.

Ooooh yeah!

A little party never killed nobody, so we gon' dance till we drop

Mm, a little party never killed nobody, right here, right now is all we got

All we got, all we got, all we got, all we got!

All we got, all we got, all we got, (Come on!) all we got (got, got, got, got, got!)

GODDAMN!

Skeed-boda-bop!

I then twirled myself into Gatsby's arms, pressing myself against his chest and groin, chuckling inwardly at the sudden gasp he made. I then began to move my hips to the beat, closing my eyes as I lost myself in the music, the crowd, the money and Gatsby.

Glad that you made it, look around

You don't see one person here sitting down

They got drink's in their hands and the room's a bust

At the end of the night maybe you'll find love

I threw my hands into the air and let out a loud laugh of happiness. This was the most fun I had ever had since arriving in New York.

Fake chit chat 'bout the things they got

And my stout reputation keeping it hot girl

At the party of the year I'm a master plan

If you make me realize I am your man

GATSBY'S POV

One minute I was scouring the party looking for Daisy's friend, Jordan Baker to have a word with her, next thing I know I am the dance floor with a mysterious raven-haired beauty. I wasn't sure why I had decided to stop the man who was hassling her, it seemed like she was ready to handle herself but something told me to do something to ensnare her attention.

She seemed a bit witty and had a sense of humor that felt like a breath of fresh air to me. Being around all of these rich snobs who only seemed to be in love with themselves and their money would make me feel rather bored.

But whoever this woman was, had my attention from the moment I saw her.

Though I was never a man for brunette's at all, finding blonde haired girl's with bright exciting blue eyes more favorable but I did not mind this woman's presence.

I was finding myself forgetting about Jordan Baker and for once just enjoying myself, mixing myself with the people around me, especially the woman who was grinding herself against me. I smiled down at her as she looked back at me, giving me a saucy smile.

"Don't think about anything at the moment Mr. Gatsny," she said over the loud music, her voice becoming low ad sultry. "Just lose yourself in the music…and me."

And when she said that…I did.

If the people get loud! [AYE!]

Underneath the moonlight [AYE!]

Hotsy-totsy, paparazzi,

(Hold up while I take this flick)

Speak easy

Rocking the fellas I'm breezy

"I hope you can keep up boy," she said with a grin, a devilish smile coming onto her dark red glossy lips. I smirked and twirled her around and slid her under my legs and then pulled her back up to me, a playful smile coming onto my face as I saw her look of shock. I guess she didn't believe I could actually do that. I had picked up a few things from my old friend Dan Cody including a few dance moves. "I believe the right phrase if you can keep up with me miss," I teased.

Hope you can keep up boys,

'Cause believe me,

I'm the bees knees

I then pulled her closer to me as the music began to slow down, I held her in my arms as I swayed her slowly. I watched as bunch of emotions came onto her face, all out in the open for me to see like an open book.

It don't mean a thing

If I gave you my heart

If you tear it apart, no, uh, uh, ah, oh

It don't mean a thing,

If I ain't in your eyes

Papa that ain't gonna fly, no, uh, uh, ah, oh

I suddenly felt an odd chill go down my spine as she looked at me like how many men secretly wished to be looked at by the women they loved. The woman who sung two nights ago popped into my head, and suddenly the image of Daisy belonging to that voice wasn't her but this mysterious woman. My eyes widened a fraction and I sucked in a breath. No, it couldn't be her. Not this random woman could it?

It don't mean a thing

If I gave you my heart

If you tear it apart, no, uh, uh, ah, oh

It don't mean a thing,

If I ain't in your eyes

Papa that ain't gonna fly, no, uh, uh, ah, oh

Just one night all we got

I felt an odd urge to both kiss the woman and run way from her at the same time. My pulse began to quicken as the music began to move at a faster pace, my head moving on its own accord, dipping low, about to capture her lips with mine. But suddenly the image of a blonde haired woman entered my head, a girl's voice that was like money and bright blue eyes that was filled with love, for me.

What do you think GoonRock

Are you ready?

"Daisy…" I whispered without even knowing.

"Daisy?" The woman said, pulling away from me, looking at me questionably.

A little party never killed nobody, so we gon' dance till we drop (Let's go on!)

Mm, a little party never killed nobody, right here, right now is all we got

Oooooo-Ohh!

A little party never killed nobody, so we gon' dance till we drop

A little party never killed nobody-eeeyyyyy!

The woman suddenly looked angered and she scowled at me, narrowing her dark eyes at me. "I find it rather flattering how you utter another woman's name while dancing with a woman that is with you in your presence. Thank you for the dance Mr. Gatsby, I bid you a good night," she said venomously, turning on her heel and walking off before I had a chance to say something.

I felt bad for uttering Daisy's name. And I felt even worse knowing that I almost kissed someone who wasn't Daisy. But I knew inside myself, that this was the most fun I had ever had a party and with someone in particular. This dark-haired woman had captured my attention, and I knew I would have to make it up to her someway…

But first, I needed to know her name.

OUT OF GATSBY'S POV

Vivien's POV

I felt myself become entirely angered and disgruntled at the fact he uttered Daisy's name. I didn't know why it bothered me so much, why it got under my skin so badly but it did. And my entire mood was ruined, that I soon was walking across Mr. Gatsby's lawn, going back to Nick's place to call a cab to take me to Jordan's.

"Wait!" I heard a voice say and I turned around to see non another than Mr. Gatsby walking a bit fast towards me.

I glared at him, crossing my arms. "Yes Mr. Gatsby?"

"I am sorry if I have offended you in any way or brought up a bad feeling by saying that name. Let me make it up to you," he said quickly.

"You don't even know me Mr. Gatsby so why should you care if I am angered with you or not?"

He shrugged his shoulders and that boyish smile crept onto his lips. "I am a man of chivalry, remember?"

I felt myself smile at what he said and then shook my head, laughing lightly. "Right, right a man of chivalry how could I forget…"

"So?"

"So what Mr. Gatsby?" I teased.

"Will you let me make it up to you?"

"Though I find it a bit unnecessary but sure why not," I said with a slight shrug of my shoulders.

Gatsby's face broke out into a grin. "Great, how about I take you out somewhere in let's say two days?" I raised my brow at this, looking at him skeptically. "Are you asking me out on a date Mr. Gatsby?" His face suddenly flushed in embarrassment and I couldn't help but notice how cute he looked and even younger.

"W-Well if you see it that way. It's more like two acquintances getting to know one another…" he stammered out.

I laughed at him. "So it's a date then Mr. Gatsby?"

"Why…yes, it is a date…where do you live?"

"I'll come to your place Mr. Gatsby, say around twelve in the afternoon?"

He agreed and I then smiled, feeling the annoyance I felt for him earlier disappear. "Well then, goodnight Mr. Gatsby, have a nice party," I said with smile and then turned around, making my way across the lawn and into Nick's lawn.

I suddenly heard him shout out to me, "I never caught your name!"

"Vivien darling!" I called back to him. I didn't bother to hear a reply because I entered Nick's home with the extra key he gave me and closed the door behind me.

Once the door closed I felt a rush of happiness throughout my body and I leaned against the door, smiling softly, closing my eyes.

Who was Gatsby?

And why did I get a feeling that the mystery man behind the green light would soon have an identity?

END

STP: Ahhhh long chapter! *dips hands in water*

Vivien: Long chapter? It was too short in my opinion!

STP: It is not! It's just right. I'll add chapter six in a few days maybe. I want to enjoy my summer

Vivien: *scoffs snobbily* Yeah if you count fucking and going to anime conventions a fun summer my dear instead of working on all of your stories that you have abandoned

STP: What was that?

Vivien: N-Nothing my dear!

STP: WHAT DID YOU SAY?!

Vivien: Oh must be going, I do believe Jordan is calling me *quickly runs off*

STP: VIVIEN! *rolls eyes* ANYWAYS I'm delaying the whole Gatsby hangs out with Nick and then goes off to see Daisy. I want the relationship for Gatsby and Vivien to grow. I want Gatsby to hold off to seeing Daisy because of his nerves and he then decides to spend his time with Vivien and well the two get close in later chapters...in more ways than one ;D R&R guise!