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The air was cold. Colder than it usually was. Nick was shivering in his house-cabin thing he was staying in. Suddenly, a knock at the door startled him.
“Who is it?” Nick called out, getting up from the chair he was sitting in.
“It’s me, old sport. Let me in.” Nick got excited hearing the strong voice of The Great Gatsby. He picked up the pace, getting to the door faster than he would have usually. He opened the door and looked at Gatsby’s handsome face.
“Hello, Gatsby…” Nick said, slightly breathless and a little flushed from how fast he moved.
“Hello, Old Sport. And please, call me Jay.” Nick smiles softly at that, shifting his posture awkwardly and moving to the side to let Jay in.
“Make yourself at home! I can get you something to eat, or drink, whichever you would like.” Gatsby thinks for a moment, then looks at Nick.
“That is unnecessary, there is something I need to talk to you about, Old Sport.”
“Oh?”
“Listen, Old Sport, I said before I was in love with your cousin, but things have changed. I met someone else recently who now holds my heart.” Nick’s eyes widen and his mouth opens a little. He quickly shakes off his surprise and looks into Gatsby’s eyes again. For some reason, Nick feels slightly disappointed he no longer wants Daisy. It makes him feel like he won’t see Gatsby as much if he likes someone else…
“O-oh, um, who is she?” Nick asks, trying to mask the awkward feeling from his voice but failing. Gatsby rubs the back of his neck with his hand and looks at Nick shyly.
“It’s not a she, Old Sport.”
Nick’s eyes widened. He was not expecting this development. Jay Gatsby is a Gay Gatsby?
“Oh… Well… Who is it then?”
Gatsby looks at his shoes, then looks back into Nick’s eyes. He takes a step closer and puts his hand on Nick’s shoulder.
“It’s you, Old Sport.” Nick feels his face heating up and he takes a surprised step back. He looks at Gatsby, eyes still wide.
“Me? Are you sure?”
Gatsby steps forward, closing the gap Nick made.
“Yes, Old Sport, I am in love with you.”
“I… I don’t know what to say…”
Nick starts singing.
“A heart that's full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal
You look so tired, unhappy
Bring down the government
They don't, they don't speak for us
I'll take a quiet life
A handshake of carbon monoxide
And no alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silent
Silent
This is my final fit
My final bellyache with
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises, please
Such a pretty house
And such a pretty garden
No alarms and no surprises (get me out of here)
No alarms and no surprises (get me out of here)
No alarms and no surprises (get me out of here)
Please…”
Gatsby sheds a single tear at the beautiful music.
“This is why I fell in love with you, Old Sport.”