I'm sorry it's been so long since I put up the first chapter! Honestly, I got writer's block already. I know where I want this to go but I wasn't sure to do with this chapter because they need to get to know each other :) But hopefully I can get them up quicker now that I've got this one up! I hope you enjoy! :)

Chapter Two

Nick smiled as he made his way to his class. Usually when Nick had a spirit in his apartment he dreaded going home because he felt like he never had time to himself. But with Jeff, he couldn't wait to get back to him. But what scared him was, he didn't know why. Sure, Jeff was beautiful. In fact...he was probably the most beautiful thing Nick has ever seen in his life. But he could never touch him. He could never hold him in his arms and fulfill that need that Nick has. The contact that makes you feel safe and wanted by someone. Nick could never have that with Jeff. But why would Nick even begin to think that way about Jeff? Why did he crave to just reach out and touch him? This is an entirely new feeling to him and he's not sure what it means. He never even felt this way with someone he /could/ reach out and touch. Sure, he had crushes in the past but even then, he was just content from admiring from afar. He never felt this neediness to be near someone. Even if he wasn't technically there with him, just his spirit. He never felt so tempted to just hold someone in his arms. The need to run his fingertips over Jeff biceps, to hold Jeff's back against his chest as they lay in bed and talk about their day. But that was impossible with Jeff. Nick would just have to get over it. But something told him that wouldn't be that easy to do.

"Hey, Nick!" Nick whipped his head around to see Blaine walking towards him, Kurt in tow.

"Hey, guys," Nick said, smiling at them.

"What's going on? You're running a little late today," Kurt says. Nick just shrugs.

"I overslept," he says, falling in step with his two friends on their way to class. Nick was glad they had their photography class first thing. That was his favorite class. Nick loved taking pictures. It had been a passion of his as long as he can remember. Sometimes he wonders why he loves it so much. Part of him thinks it's because sometimes spirits can appear in photographs and then other people can see what he sees. He finds it interesting how through a simple piece of paper, people can catch a glimpse into his world. Speaking of spirits, Nick notices a few on his way to class but tries not to make eye contact with him since he can't talk to them right now. But thankfully, the three young men make it to class without any spirits noticing Nick can see them.

They take their seats near the back of the class and pull out their notebooks. Blaine finds this class very interesting too and while Kurt like the class, he mainly only took it because Blaine and Nick were taking it. Nick pulls out his pen and scribbles down notes as the professor lectures. They're getting a new assignment. For this assignment they have to find the most beautiful thing they've ever seen and photograph it in a way that makes other people see why this particular thing is so beautiful. Out of the corner of Nick's eye he can see Kurt and Blaine exchange a look and Nick knows that they're going to be photographing each other. When Nick thinks of the most beautiful thing he's ever seen he can only think of one thing. Jeff. There's only a fifty-fifty chance that Jeff will even appear on the photograph. Maybe if Nick tells Jeff about it somehow Jeff can focus and make himself appear in the picture. Nick sure hopes do because if Jeff doesn't show up in it, Nick has no idea what could be as beautiful as Jeff. Actually he knows the answer to that. Nothing. Nothing could possibly be as beautiful as Jeff.

"So what're you going to photograph, Nick?" Blaine asked, looking over at Nick. Nick shrugs.

"I'm not sure yet," he lies, although it may not entirely be a lie.

"Oh come on, you have to have something you think is more beautiful then everything else," Kurt adds. Nick looks down at the pen in his hands.

"Well...there is this guy..." Why did he just say that?

"A guy? Oh, do tell!" Kurt says, leaning in closer to Nick, propping his head up on his arm. Nick blushes.

"Well, we just met today..." Nick admitted.

"Today?" Kurt asked.

"Oh, so that's why you were late meeting is today," Blaine smirked making Nick blush more.

"Y-Yeah... Well, he's the most gorgeous...thing I've ever seen in my life," Nick said, smiling just at the thought of Jeff.

"What's his name?" Kurt prodded.

"Jeff," Nick said, smiling even wider as the name left his lips.

"Aww, Jeff," Kurt said, leaning in even closer towards Nick, almost completely on Blaine's lap.

"So did you ask him out?" Blaine asked.

"Well...no. It's kind of complicated. I don't even know if he's gay," Nick said sadly, although he was sad for more reasons than his friends knew.

"Oh, Nicky," Kurt said, "You'll never know if you don't talk to him. Do you have plans to see him again?"

"Yeah, after class actually."

"Can we meet him?" Blaine asked excitedly.

"No, Blaine! We don't want to scare him away already," Kurt told his boyfriend. Nick smiled thankfully at Kurt as the professor dismissed class. The three friends made their way out of the building and back towards the apartments where Kurt and Blaine lived.

"I'll see you guys in English later, okay? I'm going to go and see Jeff now," Nick said.

"Sure, go have fun!" Blaine replied.

"But not too much fun," Kurt said with a wink. Nick rolled his eyes as he waved at them before heading in the opposite direction towards his apartment. He couldn't wait to get back to Jeff. But the closer he got, the more he realized he didn't know what to talk to the blonde about. They could just talk about themselves? Maybe that could work. Nick didn't really know anything about Jeff and Jeff didn't know anything about Nick. Yes, Nick decided, he would ask about Jeff's life. Err, bad choice of words. Which only reminded him that he could never really be anything to Jeff. Not a friend or...anything more. It wasn't fair. Why couldn't he have met Jeff before what ever happened to him and maybe he could have saved him. It's no use thinking about that now. Nick would just put whatever he was feeling aside until Jeff was ready to talk to whoever he wanted to talk to and moved on. The thought of Jeff moving on was relieving, as he knew that's how it should be, but also unnerving because he didn't want Jeff to leave him. He has only had one conversation with him and he already feels this attachment. What could it be? And why did he feel the need to tell his friends about him? Nick's head was such a mess right now. He couldn't sort through his feelings and his emotions were haywire right now. Nick shook his head as if to clear all the thoughts away as he reached his apartment. He turned the key and took a step inside.

"Jeff?" Nick called.

"In your room!" Jeff responded. Nick smiled at the sound of his voice but quickly forced himself to drop it, knowing he can't think this way, especially with Jeff so close right now.

"Hey," Nick said, walking into his room to find Jeff looking through the pictures on the walls. "You really do love pictures, don't you?"

"I love them! My sister liked to take pictures and I would always look at them with her," Jeff said with hint of sadness in his voice, it obvious he misses his sister.

"You miss your sister?" Nick asks the obvious, sitting down on the edge of his bed. Jeff nods.

"She was the person closest to me. My best friend," he said, still observing the pictures. "Do you have a sister?"

"No, I'm an only child," Nick told him.

"Wasn't that lonely?" Jeff asked.

"A little," Nick shrugs, "But I always had people to talk to."

Jeff just nods as he finishes looking at the pictures and sitting on the bed as well. Nick could feel the dip in bed when he sat next to him. Jeff's eyes widened.

"How did that happen?" he asked.

"I don't know, honestly," Nick answered, "Sometimes it happens and sometimes it doesn't. It's weird."

Jeff looked up at Nick thoughtfully. Nick looked right back into his eyes, searching for some emotion in them. He could make out sadness and worry. But there was also a spark of interest in his eyes.

"What are you thinking?" Nick asked.

"I was wondering what happened to me. Why I'm like this," Jeff admitted honestly.

"What do you remember, Jeff?" Nick asked, turning to face him more.

"I remember...darkness. And then light," he said, looking towards the carpet.

"The light? And it left?" Nick asked quizzically.

"I don't think it was the light. Just a light. And then it was dark again," Jeff explained. Nick was so curious as to find out what had happened.

"I wish I knew, Jeff," Nick told the blonde, "I want to help you. More so than other spirits," he added, without thinking.

"Why?" Jeff asked.

"I don't know," Nick answered honestly. Jeff smiled lightly and Nick felt his heart flutter.

"So, tell me about your life," Jeff said.

"Well, I grew up in Ohio..." Nick started.

"Me too!" Jeff added.

"Really?" Nick smiled, "What part?"

"Westerville," Jeff said, smiling in return.

"No way! Me too!" Nick beamed.

"That's so cool!" Jeff exclaimed, mirroring Nick's expression. They stayed like that, smiling at each other for a few minutes. They both felt entranced like they couldn't look away. Jeff looked away first and Nick could've sworn he saw him blush again. Nick smiled and looked away as well. Jeff was just too cute. But Nick had to stop thinking like this. But it was so hard when he was so close and took over his thoughts. It was intoxicating.

"Nick?" Nick heard Jeff ask quietly.

"Yes, Jeff?" he answers, looking back towards Jeff. The blonde was fiddling with his hands and looking to the ground.

"Why did this happen to me?" Jeff asks, softy.

"I...I don't know, Jeff. But you didn't deserve it. I wish this never happened. Not yet, anyway. It has to happen to everyone but you're way too young." Nick told him, wishing he could hold him and make all the pain go away.

"How old would you say I look? Everyone always tells me I look older than I am," Jeff says. Nick's stomach churns. This means Jeff's young? Like, too young to think about in the way he's thinking about him? Nick never considered himself a pervert so now he was worried.

"Um...20?" Nick guessed. Jeff smiled.

"Nope, I'm not that old," Jeff tells him. Nick feels like he's going to puke. Jeff can't be underage. Wait...it doesn't matter how old he is, Nick could never have anything with him anyway. But strangely this doesn't comfort him. "But you're closer than most people get. I usually get that I'm 22."

"H-How old are you?" Nick asked, nervously.

"I'm 19," Jeff told him, "I guess I will be forever..."

Nick sighed in relief and frowned at the same time.

"Jeff... I wish I could help. I really do," Nick said, hanging his head down in defeat.

"No, Nick, it's not your fault. You couldn't have known this was going to happen. No one could have," Jeff smiled, "And I know you would've saved me of you could've."

"I would've," Nick looked back up into Jeff's eyes. Jeff smiled.

"So what did you do in class today?" Jeff asked.

"Well, we got a photography assignment to photograph the most beautiful thing we've ever seen," Nick told him.

"And have you decided what you want to photograph?" Jeff asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Yes," Nick nodded.

"What is it?" Jeff asked, smiling. Nick paused, looking down to the blankets on the bed.

"You."

I hate reading cliffhangers but I love writing them! Sorry guys lol. Hope you enjoyed! Thanks to everyone who has reviwed, alerted or favorited! It makes me happy :)