I Need To Start To Be Myself [A Nick/Ty slash]
Yee.
So, this is mah slashyyy.
Read it and weep.
Cept dont actually cry.
I have a secret.
My name is Nick Wheeler.
And I have a crush on a boy.
Not just any boy,
Tyson Jay Ritter.
My best friend.
Who just happens to be really, really hot, by the way.
I know it's really stupid to like your best friend, especially when his girlfriend is a model and shit, but I do. He's just everything I ever think about. His eyes are so blue and his funny is... so funny.
The best part is, he always acts so gay. Especailly around me. And, I know he doesn't know about my pathetic little crush, but it still makes me hope.
Like this one time in a concert, I had this huge long guitar solo and he got down on his knees right in front of me and it looked like he was trying to suck me off.
But the guitar was in the way.
Before The All-American Rejects became sucuessful, we kind of didn't talk much. But after we started the whole band thing and got signed and all that good shit, we got closer and closer. Which was good, don't get me wrong, but I was so confused right in around that time.
I've never been good with chicks. They all show interest in me, but then I get all stupid and act all gay and then they simply walk away, leaving me standing there like a total fucktard. My only real date with a chick was a total nightmare. She left me sitting in the park with my pants half off because I told her we were going too fast.
Yep.
I'm so lucky. The only girls I can get are more obsessed with sex than Tyson.
Well.
Tyson only talks dirty. Makes sexual jokes, you know?
He's still apperently a virgin, which makes it so much better. Don't ask me how, but it somehow comforts me to know that the guy I like isn't secretly a father.
Because he's not.
I hope.
"Nicky Wicky had a lamb, it's fleece was white as snowww," Tyson sang in an irritating voice. Nick, Mike and Chris covered their ears.
"Stop singing about me, Ritter," Nick said, "or I come kick the shit out of you."
"Oh, you're too cute," Tyson said in a sad immatation of a girl. "Stop flattering me."
Mike rolled his eyes. "Stop being a dick."
Tyson pouted. Nick's heart lept; he loved it when Tyson pouted.
"You're just jealous," Tyson said. "You'll never be as cute as me. Never ever."
Chris snorted. "Oh, never."
Just then, Tyson's cell phone rang. He groaned.
"It's Kim."
Nick blinked.
"I think I'll ignore it just to piss her off," Tyson continued, as if he did this all the time. "Maybe she'll break up with me and maybe I'll hopefully never see her again."
"Good," Mike said. "She was getting on my nerves."
"And there's someone else," Tyson said quietly. Mike and Chris seemed to miss this, but Nick heard it and a flame of hope burnt in his chest.
He had no clue what the hope was for, because however intamate Tyson acted with Nick, he never really showed any interest in him.
It was still nice to hope.
"And who are these for?"
"Um. Nick... Wheeler," Tyson said nervously.
The woman put the chocolates in a special box where she had quickly and skillfully wrote Nick's name. Tyson would slip into Nick's bunk while he was out shopping. Tyson found it incredibly adorable how much Nick shopped.
"Who are they from?" the woman asked in her sharp voice, inturrupting Tyson's train of thought.
"Uh. Just put TJR, thanks," he replied. The woman did as she was told and handed Tyson the box.
"Good luck with that girl, dear," she said.
Tyson slowly took the box and ran. It was funny how the woman thought Nick was a girl. Of course, he was girly enough.
But Tyson was tired of girls. They whined and wanted everything. They whored themselves out to the camera at social events. But Nick didn't.
Tyson had finally reached the bus. He darted inside, hoping no one was there. There wasn't. He quietly crept to Nick's bunk and slipped the small red box inside. Nick didn't know his middle name, so he was perfectly safe.
At least he hoped.
Nick had found a small box of chocolates in his bunk three weeks ago, from someone he didn't know. He kept the little box on him all the time in case he ever had a thought as to whom it was.
Toad stuck his head in their dressing room.
"You guys have like, ten minutes till you gotta be out there," he said.
Nick liked Toad. He was funny and always had a witty remark up his sleeve. Toad was the only one he could trust with his secret about Tyson. Toad kept it secret.
"Thanks Toad," Tyson said.
Mike and Chris left the room with Toad. Tyson made a movement to go with them, but Nick grabbed his sleeve.
"Tyson, I have a question to ask you," he said seriosuly.
Tyson blinked. "Sure."
"What's your middle name?"
Tyson looked confused. "It's Jay, why?"
Nick pulled something out of his pocket. It was the little red box with his name on it.
"TJR?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Is that you?"
Tyson seemed to debate with himself for a few seconds and the he blurted out, "Yeah."
A smile played across Nick's lips. "You sent me these chocolates?"
"Pfft. Duh."
"I hoped so," Nick said and leaned in.