Title: A little thing called 'Love'
Author: PsychoticScam
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Nick wants to show Greg how much he loves him.
Disclaimer: I don't own, I rent.
Author's Note: Yes, this is mild slash. Just fluff. My reason? Love. I've fallen in love with the most wonderful and beautiful person on the planet. And so, Kayla, this story is for you.

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Faith Evan's True Love dances in my ears from the Stereo, and I watch as you run your hands down my chest, moving it over my shoulder blade, smoothing it down so it comes up and ours fingers intertwine. Your breath brushes against my neck and a warmth spreads through me, warming me. It's a comfortable silence, not like the usual ones. This one has a sense that says 'I love you' between the both of us.

"Nicky?" You ask, and I make a noise in my throat to show I heard you.

"Do you love me?" My eyes open slowly, and I look down at you through your bangs, your blue-grey eyes captivating.

"Your eyes... they keep me in a trance that makes me feel like I can't escape, but the thing is I don't want to." I say softly, smiling at your blush. But you still look sad.

"Really?" You sound unsure, and I look at you. I speak what I say truthfully, from the bottom of my heart.

"When I hold you, I feel it's my responsibility to protect you and love you till time ends and the truth is I want to be the one to do that. There's no one I rather look at than you, I see no one but you, and when we dance I want to pick a song that lasts forever. In the darkest of times, I hear your voice and it's my light, and your heart warms me in ways that I never felt before. Your voice calms me when I feel at edge, in distress or even a bit lost. Your touch makes me feel safe and loved, makes me feel wanted and accepted. Your smell gives me a sense of tranquility, making me feel at ease and able to talk to you about anything. You always listen, and we can always agree, even though we have our moments where we can be stubborn toward one another. But you're the one I want to keep, and if you leave me now, I'm sure I'd die. I'd be a broken doll, playing the same old love song, and I'd never get over you. When you're around, the room seems to light up, and everything becomes happier or brighter. You make the rainy days go away. I love you with all my heart, my mind, my body, my soul. In all honesty, there is no way to say how much I love you, Greggo. You are love."

Tears are in your eyes, and I can feel them burning mine too. It's true, I cannot think of anything to describe how much I love you. It was since we first met, that I found out what I really was. At first it hurt me inside to know that you would never want to be with me. I never noticed the signs until the e-mail you sent me. One of the questions was:

Have you ever fallen for one of your friends? And you answered with I already have. I felt my heart leap in my chest, and I swear it stopped for a moment. When I confronted you about it, and I got the answer I always wanted, I could've died from joy. It was because you really have loved me, even if it wasn't at first. My hand comes up and wipes one of the streaming trails of tears from your cheek, and I kiss you gently, our tongues lazily meeting, but the heat of our love is there. I roll onto my back and bring you with me so you're resting on top of me. I take your hand, placing it over my fast beating heart.

"That's how much I love you, and no force on heaven or earth can make me say otherwise." I whisper, and you kiss me.

"I love you too." My heart must've sped up because you giggle. And I never thought that someone like me would fall for a little thing called 'Love'.

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