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Title: My Paper Heart
Rating: G
Pairing: Nick/Tyson
Word Count: 200
Author's Notes: Don't know them...but this did kinda happen. Hence me writing this.
It was a fairly low-key concert so far. To be fair, they’d only played a couple of songs, but Tyson wasn’t feeling it from this crowd. He made a mental note not too get too worked up about gigs in the future. That way he wouldn’t be disappointed if they were dead. Whoever said that college kids were all crazy had clearly never been here. Maybe they’d liven up after this one.
Nick meandered over to Ty’s mike stand for the next song. Nothing could put Nick on a downer when he had a guitar in his hands. They could be playing to two people, two people who didn’t like them very much and Nick would still give it his all. The liquid movements he made with each stroke fascinated Tyson; each chord was an extension of him. Tyson watched Nick play as he sang the opening lines. The red stage lights reflecting off the emerald green of Nick’s guitar made his eyes shine that much brighter and he was grinning so broadly, every note felt like Christmas Eve. Tyson couldn’t resist the urge to plant a kiss on Nick’s temple. Somehow the concert didn’t seem so bad after that.
Rating: G
Pairing: Nick/Tyson
Word Count: 200
Author's Notes: Don't know them...but this did kinda happen. Hence me writing this.
It was a fairly low-key concert so far. To be fair, they’d only played a couple of songs, but Tyson wasn’t feeling it from this crowd. He made a mental note not too get too worked up about gigs in the future. That way he wouldn’t be disappointed if they were dead. Whoever said that college kids were all crazy had clearly never been here. Maybe they’d liven up after this one.
Nick meandered over to Ty’s mike stand for the next song. Nothing could put Nick on a downer when he had a guitar in his hands. They could be playing to two people, two people who didn’t like them very much and Nick would still give it his all. The liquid movements he made with each stroke fascinated Tyson; each chord was an extension of him. Tyson watched Nick play as he sang the opening lines. The red stage lights reflecting off the emerald green of Nick’s guitar made his eyes shine that much brighter and he was grinning so broadly, every note felt like Christmas Eve. Tyson couldn’t resist the urge to plant a kiss on Nick’s temple. Somehow the concert didn’t seem so bad after that.