New Found Beginnings.

Chapter Two.

A few hours had passed after Gatsby's ordeal with Nick. He was simply just standing and looking out one of the grand windows to himself. He could hear the sound of Klipspringer playing in the background and gently swayed. But he was soon distracted from this when he heard Nick sigh. He turned around and saw him sitting upon a chair and reading what seemed to be a paper- he tilted his head to the side and trotted over to his side.
"What's that?" Gatsby asked, trying his best to lean over to view what he was reading. Nick had glanced over, "It's just the newspaper, I found it sitting on the coffee table." He looked down to see Gatsby just...staring at him. It was like he had never seen someone in his home before- like a trick pony, almost.

"Jay, might I ask you a question?"

Those words seemed to make Gatsby a bit sick now. He winced slightly and averted his eyes, "I... yes, you can." He sort of lied to him. He felt as if he was going to be sick again. But he had to swallow it- it would be rude to act in such a way with a guest present.
"Do you have any idea what happened? I just find it a bit odd that you remember me...out of all people. Do you remember Tom? Or Daisy? Or even Jordan?"

None of those names rang a bell. Gatsby simply just shook his head, "I don't remember any of those names. Only yours." He crawled upon the couch beside Nick and crossed his legs. He narrowed his eyes slightly, "I can't remember anything from the night before. All of these people here keep telling me I own this place. That I'm a well-respected man." Gatsby sounded utterly confused, like all of this was almost alien to him, "They tell me that I own everything here-! How is that possible? From what I know, I couldn't afford anything before. But the next morning I wake up in a home I don't even recognize."

"But you still remember me? Can you tell me anything you remember about me?" Nick asked.

"All I know is that you do love next door... there were some things about us simply just enjoying each other's company. I remember us just... driving together, too." He whispered, "In that yellow car outside. I remember that."
"I see." Nick responded, placing down the paper he held. Then his eyes glanced to a grand clock in the corner and his eyes widened. 6:30 pm. That's when Daisy and Tom wanted to meet up with him and Gatsby! They were late! How did they let time get away so fast?!

"Now, Gatsby. I do have to tell you that the plans mentioned before are still in motion. Do you remember me mentioning those two before? Daisy and Tom?"
Gatsby nodded.

"Well, we were supposed to drive over to them and have dinner, I suppose," Nick looked down- he noticed Gatsby was still dressed in his oversized dress shirt and sighed, "You can't go out like this, though." He tapped the side of his face with his hand gently before an idea came to him. He swiftly picked up the boy within his arms and was on his way down the hall to his bedroom.

Nick knew there had to be a servant who knew how to tailor. He had gathered a few shirts and other articles of clothing. He knew that shoes would be a hassle, so he decided that he would just take Gatsby to a store on the sideline to pick him out a pair. Thankfully, one of the servants was able to take Gatsby's measurements and tailor up an outfit for him.
It took no longer than an hour to make something for Gatsby. Nick received the outfit and looked down at him, "Do you think you can dress yourself..?"

Gatsby felt his face slightly redden and become sheepish once more. He took the outfit that was made from Nick and turned to his room to change.

It wasn't more than five or ten seconds passed till a tiny "Help.." came from inside the room and Nick was on his way to help him get dressed. Thankfully he was standing outside the door in case he needed any help.

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"Are you sure you want to go, Jay?"

"Yes, I'm sure." Said Gatsby, who stood there awkwardly fiddling with his shirt sleeve and moving from side to side. He was anxious and scared, but he wouldn't admit to that. Especially not to Nick. Though, he saw him look over at him and notice how he was behaving.

"Listen, if it'll make you feel any better I'll make sure that Tom doesn't do anything stupid." He spoke, then remembered he didn't know who that was.
"I mean, if anything goes wrong or things are said- I'll make sure to stop it." He tried his best to word it the best he could while walking with Gatsby to the yellow car outside.

"Nick! Slow down! I cant walk that fast!" Gatsby whined while trying to keep up with him- then gasped quietly when he was picked up into Nick's arms, "Oh- this...works too.."
Nick simply chuckled at Gatsby's remark to being picked up and carried him to the car- that was before a tiny gasp emitted from the child and his eyes were met by the incredible surroundings of the home. He felt as if he were about to cry. He raised his little hand up to his mouth and analyzed everything he could. Gatsby noticed the absolutely gorgeous trees and plants and decorations that made the home what it was supposed to be. Absolutely gorgeous. Absolutely grand. He could barely make out words that wanted to escape his lips, all he could manage was slight whimpers and whines. He turned his attention to Nick, who was simply just smiling down on him, "It's all yours, Jay." He spoke and continued to walk till he reached the yellow Rolls- Royce.

Nick had settled down within the driver's seat after placing Gatsby down in the back seat of the car. He turned around to see Gatsby just admiring the gorgeous look of the home and fell deeper and deeper in a trance at the sight of the lovely colors and decor. Nick smiled dearly, he thought the boy was too precious for his own good. Though, it made him think even more since Gatsby was such a reserved man- he was a much livelier child. He could see the shine and shimmer of light within his eyes. The pep within his step and excited voice. It was clear how happy he could be.

Even though seeing the child all so happy and excited was something that filled Nick with joy, he knew they had to be on their way. He was sure his phone at home was ringing off the chain, let alone the one in Gatsby's soon after. They must've been wondering where the two were.

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All of the sounds and sights that Gatsby had gotten to see was absolutely thrilling. He couldn't take his eyes off of all the people he had come across, the buildings and vehicles that passed by. It was hard to believe that he had come from the middle of nowhere and ended up in a bustling place such as this. It was unbelievable, indescribable. Though, he had heard the sound of Nick talking and his head whipped to look at him.
"I don't want you to worry about Daisy and Tom, alright? They're good people and even better when you get to know them." Nick spoke, he had to remind himself that he didn't know who they were at the moment. Nick was definitely nearing the Buchanan household as he noticed the trees becoming much greener and vibrant.

"Are they nice?" Asked Gatsby, leaning a little forward to talk to Nick, he received a nod and a smile, "I don't know, Nick... I'm scared." He mumbled. Nick's eyes had slightly widened when he heard him say those words. Gatsby? Jay Gatsby being afraid of something? Why, he knew the man to be fearless and could talk down to even the highest of men. He was beyond shocked to hear him say that; let alone hear the boy's voice slightly waver. He didn't want him to cry again so he hurriedly drove. Fortunately, they arrived just as Gatsby's nerves were getting the best of him. Nick had pulled up to the large driveway and looked back at Gatsby, "Jay, look at me. There's nothing to be afraid of, okay?" He said- but Gatsby was not budging. He simply sat there with his face slightly turned against the seat of the car.
Nick noticed this, he was aware that the child was not absolutely receptive to his comforting; but he had to at least try something to convince him- instead, Nick had unbuckled Gatsby and pulled him to the drivers seat and held him within his lap. Gatsby looked at Nick in shock.
"I know you don't trust me all that much yet, Jay. But I do want to make sure that you're comfortable. If you don't like anything that's going on in there- if you're overwhelmed or stressed, just come to me and squeeze my hand. Okay?" Nick said, this seemed to make Gatsby light up hopefully. That seemed to help him feel slightly confident in this now.
"I'll also make sure to take you outside if that happens, or if you want we can go home if it happens, too."

"Okay. Okay, I'll do it." Gatsby said with a smile- but then he felt Nick get out of the car and pick him up within his arms. Gatsby clutched onto Nick's shirt as tight as he could.
It wasn't long as they took the few steps and concrete pathways before they reached the door and stood before it- even Nick was hesitant to knock on the door. . .