Date: Thu, 14 Jan 2016 10:16:17 -0600
From: The Goblin <thegoblin312@gmail.com>
Subject: Nick and Jimmy Chapter 1

"Nick and Jimmy"
By The Goblin

Nifty Archive: Gay Male: Celebrity

This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true
sexuality of Nick Robinson or Jimmy Bennet or any personal knowledge about
their private lives.

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Chapter 1


	It was at a party in the early fall of 2015.  I was far from home,
in New York.  The weather began to come with a chill.  The party was its
normal soiree with a few people I did know, but mostly full of people I had
never seen before.  Smiles.  Fake smiles.  You had to pretend that you knew
everyone.  Pretend that you liked the food.  Pretend to be somebody else.
	That's how life was before that night.  Life was full of
pretending.  Full of wishing I were someone else but somehow being
completely satisfied with who I was at the same time.
	After a few hours my face began to hurt from all the pretense.  It
was time to go but first I had to find a bathroom.
	I don't believe in premonitions and am not really superstitious but
looking back I remember how rapidly my heart began to beat.  How nervous I
became before I even knew why.  While washing my hands someone came up from
behind then took the sink next to me.  I did not want to make eye contact
at first but something strong compelled me.  Something pulled on me.
Almost as if in that dimly lit room this person's reflection began to glow.
Carefully I took a quick glance and through the mirror, I locked eyes with
the darkest green eyes.  I knew immediately, what it was.  I knew what I
needed.
	I didn't do anything.  Instead I shut the sink off, and dried my
hands.  With one single glance, my entire world change though it didn't
even last half a second.  I didn't do anything.
	While making the rounds to say goodbye, I noticed him sitting with
a group of people.  He seemed to be interacting with all of them and I knew
right away that I would be too shy to say or do anything.

	Back to my hotel in deep regret, it was hard getting to sleep that
night.  I couldn't stop the thoughts about him in my head.  I kept tossing
and turning until eventually I threw off the covers knowing what had to be
done.  I continued to picture him in my head.  What it would be like.  What
he would be like.  The faces he would make.  How he would smell.  The
things he would probably say.  I kept tight thoughts on all of it until
slowly I could feel the tingling making its way down my spine.  To my feet
and up my legs in an eventual climax that would force me up to get a towel.

	The next day I arrived at the airport early, having paid extra for
pre-boarding on first class.  I played games on my phone then stared out
the window as one at a time everyone else got on the plane.  I couldn't
stop thinking about him.
       My thoughts were interrupted by a woman putting a bag in the
compartment above my seat, then she took the seat next to me.  The flight
was sold out so I knew this was inevitable but it still didn't make me any
less comfortable.  I would have to sit next to a stranger in total silence
for more than four hours.  Worse yet, what if she wasn't silent?  What if
she wanted to talk?  What if all she wanted to do was talk?  I looked over
at her to notice that she was smiling as me.  I pulled out another fake
smile just as...
       "Excuse me, but I think you are in my seat."
       My heart began to pound as his eyes locked in with mine.  Those dark
greens.  They reminded me of the rain forest.
       The woman shuffled until she was able to read her boarding pass.
       "I'm sorry."  She said while standing.
       "It's okay."
       She took her bag from the compartment and moved away.  He put his
bag in its spot, concentrating on the compartment, avoiding making eye
contact with me.  He sat down and let out a small sigh.
       I didn't know what to say or what to do, so I didn't do anything.
After another ten minutes it was time to depart and the door was shut.
Feeling the push back I continued to look through my window.
       "Hi, I'm Jimmy Bennett."
       I turned from the window to look at him, his right hand extended.
       "I know," I said while shaking his hand, "I'm..."
       "You're Nick Robinson."
       I was slightly embarrassed that he knew who I was and wondered if my
cheeks were flushed with that same color red as his.  His hand was sweaty
to say the least.
	"I saw you last night at the party."  He said.
       "I know I saw you too."
       "In the bathroom right?" he asked.
       "Yes, and after that, out by the bar."  I said while realizing that
I wasn't even sure he was old enough to drink.
       He looked at me for a moment with the slightest bit of confusion on
his face.
       "Why didn't you say hi?"  He asked with a smile and a raised eye
brow.
       Just as I was about to answer the flight attendant came over the
loud speaker to go over the safety procedures.  After what felt like
forever the plane was almost to the runway.  I wanted to say something.  I
wanted to continue the conversation but I knew we would be taking off soon
and didn't want to rush anything before the roar of the engines.

       Well after the plane had left the ground, after we were high in the
sky, right after the seatbelt sign went off, we simultaneously looked at
each other again.
       "You seemed busy."  I finally answered.
       Again he smiled and raised a brow, "I wasn't."
       "I should have said something but you were surrounded by people."
       "There's always room for one more." He said.
       "I know, it was a party."
       There was another pause where time just passed without any words
spoken.  First five minutes.  Ten minutes.  Then fifteen agonizing minutes
later I put my phone away in an effort to stop watching the clock.  Back to
the window I looked back down on earth.
       "I saw your movie."
       I turned back to look at him, thankful that he found a way to break
the silence.
       "Which one?" I asked.
       "Duh!" He said with a smile.
       I smiled back.
       "What did you think?  How did I do?"
       "Well..." he said with a skeptical look on his face as if he didn't
like the taste of something he was eating.
       I became somber.  My heart began to race again.
       "I'm kidding.  It was awesome!  You did very well."
       The seriousness in my face began to fade as a smile took over my
emotions.  Strange how quickly someone I didn't even know could rule over
my thoughts.
       "Where do you know me from?" He asked with sincerity.
       I had to pause for a moment.  I realized that I had never seen him
in anything outside of one small role, even then he was prepubescent and
looked completely different now.  Dare I tell him how I stayed up the night
before looking up pictures?  Seeking out everything about him that I could.
Dare I tell him how much I knew and why I knew it?  Should I tell him how
just the thought of him made me began to wonder what his touch was like?
What those lips felt like?  Dare I tell him how he haunted my imagination
and that the only way I could get to sleep was to take matters into my own
hand while imagining those green eyes locked into mine?
       "Well?"  He asked.
       "Star Tr..."
       "Really?" His face lowered as he looked at me with skepticism.
       "Somewhere else too, I just can't remember where from completely."
       "Uh huh," he raised his head obviously in some form of disbelief.
	"Well I'm sure I seen you in other things I just can't remember
right now."
	He laughed, "I was going to say because I was probably thirteen
when I did that."
	I returned his smile.
	"How old are you now?"  I asked.
	"Nineteen."
	"I thought you were younger than that."
	He laughed again, "Really?  How old are you?"
	"Twenty."
	"I thought you were older than that.
	"Ha-ha!"
	We joked and talked for about another hour.  The exchange was
refreshing and I knew that I could not get enough of him.  I wanted to
somehow know everything about him and nothing at all.  Not even a full
twenty four hours after meeting this beautiful stranger and I was already
infatuated.
	He got up to go to the bathroom.  I could smell his cologne, and
his scent.  A slight scent of man with a boyish charm.  It was
intoxicating.  Before he disappeared into the bi-fold door he did something
I did not expect.  He turned to look at me.  I quickly looked away and my
last glance told me that he did the same.  I took out my phone and used it
as a mirror to check my face.  Look into my nose, check all of my teeth
then back into my eyes.  When I looked into my eyes I saw myself for what I
really was.  For the first time I made peace with all of this.  I realized
that this wasn't going to go away.  I knew that this is who I was.  I
didn't want to say the word but I knew from this point on that without
doubt, I was attracted to guys.  I was very much attracted to Jimmy
Bennett.
	I did not expect it to happen so suddenly.  Maybe I was just caught
up in emotion but from that moment in my life, I no longer hated myself.  I
no longer hated what this was.  I was happy that I was who I turned out to
be.  Such an impactful revelation to have in such a short amount of time.
	I didn't know what his thoughts on the matter would be.  I mean I
was sure he looked at me in kind of the same way but who was he really?
Who was he attracted to?  What does he believe in?  I didn't know him at
all, but I wanted to.  When you're that certain, nothing else matters.
	"Hey," he said breaking my concentration.
	I didn't say anything back.  I just straightened up my posture and
brought my head out of the clouds.
	His scent returned with him, just a bit stronger than I remember
but just as good as before.  I could breathe him in for hours.
	But something had changed.  I instantly wanted to resume our cozy
and friendly conversation but his face was not the same as it was before.
He seemed lost in thought.  Something within him was deep in question.  So
I did not say anything.  For almost the rest of the flight.
	During the last hour I finally broke the silence.
	"How are you getting home?"
	He looked at me but where there once seemed to be the look of deep
confusion now took on a demeanor of regret.
	"I'll probably take a cab or something."
	He looked back at his phone.
	"I'm parked at LAX, I can give you a ride."
	"No you don't have to go out of your way."
	"Where do you live?" I took one final drink from my plastic cup,
trying to pretend to be nonchalant.
	"Van Nuys."
	"I live in Calabasas, you're on my way."
	He thought about it for a moment then looked back at me with a nod,
"okay."
	We didn't say anything during the landing.  Or when we got off the
plane.  Or at the baggage claim, or much on the ride home.  It was strange.
At the beginning of the flight he seemed outgoing.  Enthusiastic.  Now he
was withdrawn.
	I was too afraid to ask what had changed.  I was uncertain of what
he was thinking but got the idea that I might have made him uncomfortable.
Then that shame came back.  That feeling of abnormality.  The reminder that
I was different.  I thought he was different also.  Maybe I read too much
into his natural friendly demeanor.
	"The first one on the left," he nodded as I turned down his street.
	I pulled the car into the driveway stub before the Iron Gate.
	"Thanks for the ride."
	He got out of the car then got his bag from the back seat.  After
he shut the door, I quietly answered, "You're welcome."
	I watched and waited as he unlocked the front gate and walked the
stairs up to his house.  I felt lost in my own thoughts, they were
screaming loudly at my regret.
	I was not expecting him to turn around.  He took one last look
before going inside.  One last thoughtful look.
	When I looked into my eyes during the flight on my phones
reflection, I saw certainty.  Maybe when he was in the bathroom, maybe in
his reflection he saw doubt.


	I spent a few more sleepless nights wondering what went wrong.
Wondering what he really thought.  Wondering if he was like me.  If he
liked me.  Nights turned into days and then after a few weeks I didn't
think much about it.  Every once in a while I would catch myself in
thought.  Up late at night sometimes, I would think about him and wonder.
The green rain forest.  His full lips.  His smile.  His confusion.  My
embarrassment.
	Then out of the blue I received a message online.
	It was very simple and to the point, "Are you busy?"
	I thought about it for a few minutes.  Not sure that I wanted to
risk the possibility of round two of disappointment.  But I could not stop
thinking about what good things could happen.  How he made my heart stop
after such a brief meeting.  I knew I would risk it a thousand times before
ever giving up.
	"No, I'm just reading."
	Immediately my phone chimed, "Can I text you?"
	I replied with my number and again without even a full minute
passing a text came through, "hey."
	"Hi."
	"Sorry about the other day man."
	"It's okay."  I lied.
	Then a few minutes of nothing.  A few minutes of me refreshing the
message screen on my phone.  Minutes that lasted forever as I stared at the
wall trying to learn patience.
	"I think you're pretty cool."
	I smiled at the compliment.
	"Thanks...so are you."
	"We should hang out sometime."
	"Yeah, we should."
	"What are you doing tomorrow?"
	"Nothing," I lied again.
	I put my e-reader on the nightstand and stretched out my legs.
	"Do you want to meet me somewhere?"
	"How about I come pick you up?"  I asked.
	"That's fine.  Do you remember the way?"
	"Of course."
	I wish I could have deleted that last message.  I felt like I
should have played dumb.  Maybe a little less stalkerish.
	Before he could respond I sent another message, "what time are you
thinking?"
	"How about around noon?"
	"Sounds good, do you want to maybe go somewhere to eat?"
	"Yeah."
	I had no idea where I would take him.
	"Alright."
	"Cool.  Text me tomorrow morning."
	"Okay, ttyl."
	"Bye man."
	With that last message I jumped out of my bed and ran for my
closet.  I looked in the vanity mirror and knew right after I cancelled my
plans that I would need to get a haircut.  I pulled out a few pairs of
jeans and t-shirts and began holding them up to my body in front of the
mirror.  None of them seemed good enough.  I pulled out a few more, but
again more strikes.  I began to amass a pile of clean laundry on the floor
before I almost dropped the fifth pair of jeans in realization.  It scared
me but filled me with excitement at the same time.
	My first real date.  I was going on a date with another guy.  I
think?

	After my haircut, after my shower I put on the first pair of jeans
I tested the night before.  I made sure to wear a shirt that was form
fitting but not too tight.  I tried to show off my assets without making it
obvious.  Of course my mind was in overdrive and I over thought everything.
	After a great amount of uncertain fuss, it was time to go.  I sent
him a message, "Leaving my house now, see you soon."
	"Cool :)"
	A flutter went through my body as I bit my lower lip in an attempt
to stop my smile.
	After I arrived I got out of the car then did a half run up to the
front gate.  I rang the bell and waited.
	"Hello?" a woman's voice can be heard at the same time as in the
background, "mom I told you it's for me."
	"Hello?" I answered back, not sure who I was talking to.
	"Hey," Jimmy greeted through the intercom, "I'll be down in a
minute."
	I stood and waited for him on the sidewalk.  After a minute, or
two, or three the door opened and he finally emerged.
	A concerned woman stood behind him and yelled out, "call me."
	As she made eye contact with me I gave her a nod but before she
slightly returned it I noticed a look of aversion on her face.
	I waited until he was in the car before I opened the door on my
side.  I tried not to look but Jimmy's mom was still watching us from the
glass screen door.  As Jimmy gave one last wave I started the car then
drove off.
	"Is it hard living by yourself?"  He asked.
	"Is everything okay?"
	"Yeah.  It's just really annoying sometimes."
	"She loves you."
	"Duh!" He said with a smile while adjusting his sunglasses.
	I smiled back, "you know what I mean."
	After he cracked open the passenger side window that scent came
back to me.  That scent of man with a hint of boyish charm.  His natural
essence mixed in with some cologne.  If it weren't for my own sunglasses he
probably would have noticed that lost look I got in my eyes the few scarce
times I was able to breathe him in.
	"Where are we going?" He asked.
	Then it hit me.  I still had no idea where we were going.  I did
not think this through beyond picking him p.  I had not considered anything
past just seeing him again.  I had to think quickly.  He watched me from
the side waiting for a response and I had to come up with something.
	Then it hit me, "We're going to take a side trip before we eat."
	"To where?"
	"You'll see."
	He smiled in my direction, "where are you taking me?"
	"If I told you I'd have to kill you."
	"Really?"
	"Of course."
	I picked up my phone at the next red light and sent a text to a
studio carpenter that I knew.  After a few minutes I got a response and was
relieved that he was working.

	After another twenty minutes in the car, he leaned forward to see a
sign in the distance.
	"You're taking me to a theme park?  Really I haven't been here
since I was ten."
       "Ouch!  Have a little faith."
	We both smiled at each other.
	I drove far from the tourist entrance and towards the side.  Past
the ticket counters, rides, and service entrances.  Back to the real
studio.
	After going through the security gate he took off his sunglasses.
	"This is it?" He asked.
	"What do you mean?"
	I was nervous.  I was not expecting to get that kind of reaction.
	"This is all there is?  I thought it was be bigger."
	"Really?"
	He looked around and laughed a little before smiling at me.  "Yeah
I didn't think this place would be this small."
	I laughed without saying anything.
	"What?"
	"Nothing." I kept smiling.
	I always maintained a bit of mystery in every move.  He never asked
too many questions anyway.
	After gaining entry to three secured doors we were finally met by
Peter.  A twenty two year old carpentry genius who worked for the studio.
	"Hi Nick," he greeted me with his slightly feminine demeanor.
	"Hey man how are you?"
	"Good, I haven't seen you in weeks."
	We shook hands.
	"This is Jimmy..."
	"Aren't you that kid from..."
	"Yes!"  We both answered in unison.
	"Well shit," his cheeks flushed as he quickly looked back and forth
at both of us.
	I knew that this moment was a defining one.  I knew that Jimmy knew
what Peter was.  The master carpenter never made a secret of it, nor
apologized for it.  Not in the ways that I did.
	I searched Jimmy's face.  I tried to watch his reception of Peter's
reaction to the two of us being there together.  I somehow hoped that his
face would tell me everything.  At that moment, if I had one wish, it would
be to know the thoughts that were going on in Jimmy's head.
	I got nothing.  He stood almost emotionless outside of the polite
greeting he gave to Peter.
	"Are you ready to go to South America?" Peter asked.  "I hope you
brought a sweater."
	We followed him through a series of halls and rooms until finally
we walked into what appeared to be a small gray loading dock.
	I stopped walking.  The familiar sounds of the air control.  The
familiar smells.  It all came rushing back to me as many fond memories.
	"What?"  Jimmy asked.
	"Nothing.  I just..."
	Peter opened one of the large double doors and suddenly we were
somewhere else.  We were in an Island Jungle.  Well at least Hollywood's
version of it.
	"What is this?"  Jimmy asked unable to control his wonder.
	"Mock stage 12-B," Peter answered.  "What the fuck?"
	We both looked at Peter as he noticed something off in the
distance.
	"I swear to god, if they do this one more time..." he said as he
walked off to fix or mess with something off in the distance.
	Jimmy walked around almost as if he was scared to touch anything.
He knelt down to feel the "ground".
	"Is this real dirt?" He asked holding up a specimen.
	"Honestly I don't know.  I filmed a lot of scenes here.  I miss
this place."
	"I know how you feel."
	He stood up and walked over to an exotic looking plant.  While
holding it in his palm he lightly scratched the surface with his thumbnail.
It made a slight zipping noise.
	"These are obviously fake.  And strong!"
	"They took a good beating.  Everything did," I said looking around.
	"Oh shit!"  Jimmy said while reaching for his heart.
	I knew what caught him by surprise.  "He's fake also."
	"Don't you mean she?" He asked with a raised eye brow.
	Off in the near distant jungle, you could hear Peter berating
someone on his phone.
	Jimmy walked over to brush aside two long leaves to see a life size
raptor hiding behind them.  He reached up to touch its face but stopped to
look back at me.
	"You might as well, I'm sure we're already breaking the rules
anyway." I said.
	He turned back to the dinosaur and felt the intricate design behind
its face.  As he examined the still prop I walked up behind him.  He began
to slightly shiver.
	"You're cold."  I said.
	"Yeah.  Why is the jungle so cold?  I thought it would be warmer
for some reason."
	I looked up at the lights, "They keep this stage at 65 degrees so
that the lights don't melt the props and to preserve everything.  Also
something about the bugs getting in here."
	"Bugs?" He looked around grossed out.
	By this point we were only standing about three feet apart.
	"You're cold too." He said slightly reaching up and touching a
finger to the goosebumps on my left bicep just above the inner elbow.
	The moment I felt his finger tip on my arm, several more goose
bumps appeared and we made eye contact.  We looked each other in the eye
for a few beautiful, awkward, brief moments.
	"I see you found Delilah."  Peter asked announcing his return.
	"Yeah, does she ever complain about the temperature?"  Jimmy asked.
	"All...The...Time!"  Peter annunciated each word to express fake
irritation.
	"I'm starving."  Jimmy said.
	"So am I."
	"Good boys, because I have to get back to work.  Jimmy it was nice
meeting you, Nick don't be such a dick, text me or something."
	"I swear," I said forgetting how much I appreciated Peter's
friendship and wit.

	I didn't know where to take Jimmy to eat.  I wanted to do something
adventurous, something exciting.  In the end, I just played it safe and
took him to a small Italian café.
	He ordered chicken and pasta to my leafy green salad.
	"Are you going to eat all that kale?"
	"Of course, my trainer demands it."
	"What about meat?"
	I was a bit apprehensive as I didn't know what his thoughts on the
matter were.
	"Every once in a while.  Only organic."
	"That's cool."
	"What about you?"
	"Nothing red really, that's disgusting."
	"Sorry," I said with a smile.
	"Oh no!  Eat up.  I mean..."
	"Sometimes it's about the protein." I said while slightly flexing
my arm.
	"Uh huh, because nothing else has protein in it." He joked with
raised brows.
	Our late lunch proved to be good.  We talked for about an hour and
got to know each other a little bit better.  After that we went and saw a
movie that neither of us liked.
	We seemed to click on so many levels.  It felt good.  Very good.
It had been so long since I've met someone I could actually connect with
beyond physical attraction.  His imagination made me think.  His jokes made
me laugh.  His frown made me sad.  His touch, his scent, his voice melted
me into something I never was before I met him.  This beautiful stranger
had completely consumed me in the short time that I knew him.

	After a long day, the moment I hoped for and dreaded had arrived.
The autumns early sunset shrouded everything in darkness as we pulled up to
the street in front of his house.
	"Today was awesome," I said as I shifted into park.
	"Yeah it was.  Thanks for taking me to meet Delilah."
	"Of course!"
	We looked each other in the eyes.  My heart pounded so hard I was
sure he could hear it.  I tried to control my deep breathing, not wanting
to breathe directly into his face.  However I could feel his breathe, warm
and minted.  Then I knew it was time to be strong.  Somehow I had to pull
the strength and courage out of nowhere.
	I slowly leaned forward in a moment when everything but the ringing
in my ears went silent.  I knew that this was it.  I would finally get to
feel those full soft red lips pressed into mine.  See the green rain forest
an inch from my dark brown eyes.  I was expecting to feel his warmth.  Take
in his manly boyish scent.
	But he turned away.  He turned away from my kiss and I was
rejected.
	"I should go," he said looking away from me.
	I was looking at the side of his face.  He still did not get out of
the car, and I did not move though feeling extremely rejected.  Just then
the porch light turned on and his mother's face was in the front door
window.
	Scared and unsure what to do, I leaned back in my seat and looked
forward, away from Jimmy.
	He looked forward for a moment also.  He looked like he was getting
ready to say something but then he looked back at his mother then just
opened the door and got out.
	I watched and I waited for him to reach the now open door and walk
inside.
	Then, as if by some stupid cliché chance, it began to rain as I
drove away.
	At first I did not know where I was going.  I knew I didn't want to
go home.  Street after random street I could not figure out how I was
feeling the best and the worse at the same time.  I never experienced
anything like this before.
	I knew what went wrong but I didn't understand it.  I know the
fear.  I know the constant questioning.  The self-loathing and hate.  I
know what it feels like when you think you are being betrayed by your
emotions.  In text book theory, I completely understood what it was like to
be confused.  But I couldn't understand why this was happening.  I didn't
know why I felt so hurt.
	For another two hours I drove through the rare Los Angeles rain
before the voices in my head would quiet down.
	I returned home to see something on my stairs.  At first sight it
looked like a pile of clothes until the person looked up at my head lights.
At first I did not fully see him and just assumed that a homeless person
had made their way to my steps.  But then recognition took over.
	I quickly threw the car into park and ran through the rain to get
to him.  He looked up at me with sorrowful eyes.  Soaked clothes.  Wet
hair.
	"Are you crazy?"
	He didn't say anything.  I reached out my hands to help him up.
His hands were like ice.
	"How long have you...what are you doing out here?"
	"I had to see you."
	"Why didn't you call?"
	"If I called then I wouldn't go through with this."
	"With what?"
	He looked at up at me for a long moment.  Rain drops falling from
his hair and down his face.  I didn't know it right away but not all of it
was rain.  He looked down and I instantly knew what to do.
	I carefully placed my finger under his chin to gently pull his face
upwards.  Slowly I bent my head down to kiss him.  His cold lips pressed
into mine and the sad, worn look on his paled face.  It wasn't what I
imagined it would be, but I would not trade it for anything else.  I fully
accepted him, regardless of the state he was in.
	After the short kiss I drew him in for a hug and held his smaller,
skinnier, shorter frame tight against mine.  He nestled his head into my
shoulder as I stood a whole six inches taller.  I rested my head partially
over his.  The wet hair from the top of his head stuck to my cheek as a
tremble went through his body.
	"Let's go inside."
	He nodded in response.
	I led him to the bathroom and handed him a clean plush towel.  He
removed his sweatshirt then proceeded to take off his shoes and shirt.  He
was now standing in only wet jeans, barefoot and shirtless in front of me.
He looked at me and I looked at him.
	"I'll get you something to wear." I said allowing him some privacy.
	Through a crack in the door I handed him my smallest pajama pants
and one of my smaller t-shirts.
	The door opened and he looked at me and smiled for the first time
since finding him on my porch.
	"Wow!" I commented.
	"What?"
	"Nothing."
	"Tell me!" He playfully demanded while pinching my arm.
	"Even my smallest clothes are big on you."
	"Ha-ha!"
	"Seriously, how tall are you anyway?"
	"Smart ass!" He smiled while pinching my arm.
	"But you still look very stylish," I said before biting my lower
lip.
	"Riiiight."
	We sat on my couch with the TV turned on.  We were under one
blanket.  I had since also changed into something more comfortable and he
was completely under the blanket with his knees to his chest curled into
me, my arms around him.
	As we began to drift in and out of sleep with the only light coming
from the TV I could not imagine what this meant for the future.  I wanted
this moment to last forever but I knew that this was impossible.  Sooner or
later we would have to get up and figure out exactly what everything meant
from that moment on.  What were we really?  What were we becoming?  If we
couldn't even define ourselves individually, how could we even begin to
define what we were together?
	All worries were quietly slipping away as slowly and slowly we fell
asleep together on the couch, under one blanket.  The warmth from our body
heat and events of the day too much to fight anymore.
	"Nick?"  His voice cracked after an undetermined amount of time.
	"Jimmy?"
	"I like the sound of your heart beating."

...to be continued...

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