Hello everybody! So, this is me, riker-rocky-ross-lynchlover795 (yeah, the one with the 100 niff dribbles) :D (wow, I REALLY have to shorten that username...)

Soooo, as musicispoetrywithpersonality said last chapter, this is a Niff multi-chapter fix that (except for these chapters) we think is going to be composed of completely letters=)

Soooo, this is Jeff's background and response to Nick's first letter! I hope it's decent-ish :D

Hooray for summer vacation! Hooray for quality family time! Hooray for sun tanning and sleeping late and having fun and-

Yeah, that's not my summer…at all…ever. You know what vacation means for me? Well, this year in particular, it means that my parents can't stand me and are shipping me off to my cousin's house. Where there is absolutely no Internet access or connection to the outside world. Honestly, I don't know how I handle all the love…

Yep, I'm Jeff Sterling. Jeffery, if you want to be exact. I'm sarcastic. My dad hates me. At times I have the ability to convince people I'm a three year old trapped in a seventeen year old's body, although if you see me like that we must be very close. I don't really let loose for just anybody. For a while, it was basically only my brother and best friend, Nicholas Duval. Nick, or, in only my case, Nicky, is my best friend of 10+ years, and, honestly, I don't know where I'd be without him. From preschool, the two of us were always the known pair of best friends; we did everything together…still do…only, in eighth grade, people didn't look at that as a good thing. How do I know? Getting beaten to the point of hospital care was probably the big warning, but the constant teasing, being shoved into lockers, and being locked in closets helped too.

It was my fault. I was stupid enough to think I could come out without consequences. That people would be understanding and supportive and actual decent human beings. However, that was not really the case. By doing that, I tied my own noose and brought Nicky along for the ride. The geniuses in my class figured that, because I was gay and hung out with my friend all the time, he must have been gay too! Long story short, I transferred to Dalton Academy (all boys, zero-tolerance bullying policy school) and Nick managed to convince his amazing parents to let him transfer too.

I'm gay. I like boys. Nick is a boy. I recently discovered that, following that set of rules, I'm allowed to like Nick. Not only am I allowed, I do! I like Nick. I love Nick. I mean, I've always loved Nick, but this is more than as a best friend. I want to be with Nick. I want to be Nicky's boyfriend and go on dates and hug and kiss and do everything together! The catch? I know Nick loves me; he loves me as a friend. Is he gay? Does he play for my team? I honestly don't know. Every time I convince myself he is, I always come to the conclusion that I'm just thinking that because I want him to be. He's never had a girlfriend…..but he's never had a boyfriend either. I've never seen him check anyone out. But he supported when nobody else did. When my family didn't and my friends didn't and I was getting hate from everyone else, Nicky supported me. He loved me. He had no problem with my choices, almost so understanding of me that he must have understood from a whole different level. He must have been living it. Living it along with me.

At the end of the school year, things were going amazingly. Our third year at Dalton was just as amazing as the first two, and I was happy. He was happy. Now? Now, I don't know what's going on. I'm literally gone for three quarters of the summer; I don't know what Nick will be doing. I miss him. I miss him so much already, and it's been less than a week.

Letter:

Hi, Nicky! (aka, 3)

If it makes you feel any better, I'm sure that I'm much more bored than you. There is absolutely NOTHING to do here! Even though I got to drive down here so I have the car, there's nowhere to go! I hope your letters are longer than that last one, cuz they're the only thing I get to look forward to the whole summer. Yep, that's right Nicky, even when you're nowhere near me, you're still the most exciting person in my life. Don't let it go to your head.

So, what have you been doing? You have to go to all the awesome parties for me! It KILLS me that I'm stuck here; I feel like I'm in isolation or something. If I don't respond to any more of your letters, I'm in the corner rocking back and forth in boredom. =p

-Jeff (aka, 6)