Pairing: AJ/Nick
Word Count: 252
Rating: R
Authors' notes: Written for the
June Bug Challenge. (Originally posted June 14, 2008.)
Douchebag
You all know Nick? Tall, blue eyes, blonde, Backstreet Boy? He's got a voice of an angel. I mean, if the angel's going through his third puberty or whatever he's said in the interviews. Yeah, of course you know him. But I'll bet you don't know that Nick is a douchebag.
Who am I kidding? Of course you know Nick is a douchebag. Rats in the sewers of London know he's a douchebag. He's so ... douchebaggious. I apologize I'm not my normal eloquent self; I just smoked 2 packs because, well, let me show you:
Really--really, Nick? Way to make everyone think you're still straight when really you're as straight as a fucking rainbow. (For those of you that don't know, that's not straight at all.) I guess he's not really a douchebag in the sense that he's flirting with girls with no intent of ever seeing or calling them ever again. He's more of a douchebag because he does it knowing damn well them it hurts me. Sometimes. What the fuck is that shit? I don't get it either.
So I asked him.
He just rolled his eyes and laughed. "Relax," he said with a laugh. "I'm young! I'm just having a good time. It doesn't mean a damn thing. Lighten up, Jizz."
And the sole thing that eases my mind anymore is that he's the only one that'll call me Jizzle. God, I hate that douchebag. But I love him so much.
But fuck is he a douchebag.