You're a bastard, Shane. A complete and total bastard and I hate you... I hate you more than you know"
Nicky stopped typing and looked down at his phone. He was sitting all alone in his hotel room, his mobile phone in his hand and tears brimming in his eyes. His finger hovered over the 'send' button. He wanted to send it but he was hesitating. The blonde feared that he would hit 'send' and Shane would appear so he was procrastinating.
He wiped the message and started again.
"Where are you? Why aren't you here?"
Again Nicky stopped typing. He knew where Shane was and why he wasn't there with Nicky.
"It's because you're with *her*" Nicky spat.
The clock was taunting him and he was tempted to throw it out the window. He knew doing that wouldn't actually achieve anything, apart from temporarily making him feel better. Not wanting to have to pay the hotel for a broken clock, Nicky tore his eyes away from the offending object to resist the temptation. He dropped his phone on the bed and stood up. He walked around the room a few times and stopped when his phone beeped at him.
Nicky looked at his phone but didn't move. He wanted to ignore it but he wanted to answer it too. He crossed the room and picked it up, looking at the screen. 'One message received'
The blonde's heart pounded as he opened the message.
'You still awake?'
Nicky stared at the screen, trying to decide if he should reply. He knew he had to play it cool but there was so many things he wanted to type back. His fingers moved across the keys without him realising and he hit 'send'. When he looked down at his response he didn't know if he should laugh or cry. 'Fuck you'
The blonde was still mad at Shane but he was hopeful the younger boy would knock on his door.
They'd had a small argument that morning and Nicky had refused to meet Shane's eye all day. By lunch time, Shane had given up trying to get the blonde's attention and Nicky had commenced sulking at Shane's willingness to ignore his pain. He knew this wasn't Shane's fault but he needed to blame someone and he wasn't heartless enough to blame Gillian.
His phone beeped again.
'Right now?' Nicky read.
The phone beeped a third time.
'Don't make me beg' Nicky couldn't stop the smirk that danced across his lips.
'I like it when you beg' Nicky typed. Beep.
'Please Nicky?'
'Not tonight'
'Why not?"
'You know why'
I can't keep fighting this battle with you
I can't hear words when scream like you do
If I cry will you hold me just like we rehearsed?
So do I
So do I say sorry first?
There was no reply.
Nicky stared at his phone for almost five minutes, desperate for Shane to reply. He wanted to call him, talk to him, see him. Nicky longed to hold him, kiss him, slap him. He paused. Where had that last thought come from? Sure he was mad at his lover but he didn't want to physically hurt him, did he?
Knock! Knock!
The blonde's heart began to pound. Finally, he's here! Nicky tried to remain calm and composed. He heard the key slide into the lock and he quickly turned away, positioning himself with his back to the door. The door opened and closed but his visitor didn't speak. The older boy stood his ground, refusing to look at Shane.
"Nicky?" Shane spoke up.
The older boy folded his arms across his chest and straightened his back. He held his chin up but couldn't bring himself to turn around. Nicky could sense Shane's movements and started to tremble when he felt Shane's weight on the bed behind him.
