Hello, D.E.A.S. speaking. This is my first story published here on fanfiction. I really like The Great Gatsby so I wanted to write a fanfic (Like that's totally new huh?) So anyway I hope you like it. It's pretty much the same thing, with little twists and such.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Great Gatsby, or any of its characters; nor will I ever. They belong to Mr. F. Scott Fitzgerald.

Warning: This story is Slash. Pairing: Nick/Gatsby. Don't go for that? Click the back button now.

(Written in Nick's Perspective)

I Walked Over To Gatsby Who Was standing at the water's edge. The soft green grass rustled below my feet as I made my way over to him. I could see that green light clearly in the darkness. That damnable green light. It seemed to wink at me. I know it beckoned to Gatsby.

I saw the longing in his eyes as I stood next to him. I sighed quietly and his eyes shifted to me. "Hey there, old sport." He said to me. "Nice night, huh?" He asked, smiling.

I looked up into the stars, nodding a bit. The sky was dark blue with a stain of purple sweeping across it. At that moment I wished I could swim with those stars, to gain some feeling of freedom. Perhaps I could take Gatsby with me, so he could escape that green light.

"Did you need something, Old sport?" Gatsby said, snapping me out of my reverie.

"Oh, no. Just wanted to check up on you..." I lied.

"Ah, I see, well I'm all right out here. How about you go and get some sleep, Old sport." He smiled and pat me on the back.

I could take a hint. He wanted to be alone. So I nodded and smiled weakly back at him and said. "All right. I'll see you in the morning then." He grinned at me and bid me goodnight.

As I walked back into the house, I felt lost. I saw that Gatsby was only using me to get to Daisy but...I couldn't stop him from using me. Maybe that meant that I was using him as well...

I decided to stop thinking there and climbed into bed, wrapping the covers tight around me. I smiled, forgetting my troubles as I curled up under the sheets. I fell asleep just as I heard Gatsby reenter the house.

The Awoke At The Bright Stream Of sunshine coming through my window. I moaned softly, smiling at the thought of my dream. After a few minutes I got up to take a cold shower. When I exited my room, I found Gatsby at the dinning table sipping on a white cup filled with tea. I always thought he would be more of a coffee man, but he wasn't. He smiled at me when I entered the room.

"Morning, Old Sport." He said putting his tea down. "How'd you enjoy your first night here?" He asked.

"The bed is very nice." I replied. "Fell asleep quickly." I added.

"That's good that you did," He started. "Because I wanted to see if you wanted to go out on the boat today. What do you say?" He looked me straight in the eye.

"That would be enjoyable." I smiled at him, his eyes glinted at me.