This is not related to my other Natsby story, The Great Gatsby's. If you like Jay x Nick content please check it out.

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Song: Heather by Conan Gray

I changed the name Heather to her there in the lyrics because it's like Nick is singing the song and is jealous of how Gatsby's affection towards Daisy

I still remember the third of December

Me in your sweater

You said it looked better on me than it did you

Only if you knew, how much I liked you

Nick Carraway was a simple man in all ways except for the fact that he was a homosexual. He knew it was wrong and that he could be killed or tortured for it. It was relatively always easy to hide until he fell in love with his friend and neighbor Jay Gatsby. When Nick was cold Jay had given Nick his sweater. Nick loved it, it was slightly big on him but it smelled just like Jay which was a scent Nick swore he could get high off of. Jay had told Nick the sweater looked better on Nick than it did himself which made Nick blush for what felt like forever to him. Nick wanted to tell Jay how he felt but he knew the consequences were.

But I watch your eyes as she walks by

What a sight for sore eyes

Brighter than a blue sky

She's got you mesmerized while I die

Nick always watched Jay as his cousin Daisy Fay Buchanan walked by. Jay Gatsby always seemed so entranced by her but it allowed Nick to look at Jay without him noticing. Daisy was pretty, Nick would admit but girls weren't his thing and he always wished they weren't Jay's.

Why would you ever kiss me?

I'm not even half as pretty

You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester

But you like her better

Wish I was her there

There was one time, at a party, Nick had left the roaring crowd and entered one of the empty rooms inside the Gatsby mansion. Jay came in drunk, very drunk. He started going on about how he had given Daisy a polyester sweater of his. He threw his drunk body beside Nick and glanced at Nick for a while.

"You're pretty like her," he said and took Nick's face in one of his hands.

Jay Gatsby looked down at Nick's lips, licked his own, and brought his eyes back to Nick's, "you don't mind, do you, old sport?"

Nick was in shock and only shook his head slightly before Jay's lips came crashing onto his.

Nick sat there for a very long time confused after the kiss had ended and Jay stood up to leave.

Endless questions were going through his mind and he stood up to pace around the room.

"Why would he ever kiss me?" Nick asked the air surrounding him. Nick peered into a mirror that was hung onto the wall, "I'm not even half as pretty."

He stood there a long time wondering why Jay had done what he had that night but Nick shoved it far from his mind but wished he had gotten Jay's sweater that still had his scent in it.

Watch as she stands with her, holding your hand

Put your arm 'round her shoulder

Now I'm getting colder

But how could I hate her?

She's such an angel

But then again kind of wish she was dead as she walks by

Nick saw Daisy often and she was in the Gatsby mansion almost every day. The pair were always seen holding hands and Jay would wrap his arm around Daisy if she was cold but as he did that Nick felt colder. It wasn't the breeze just the knowledge that Jay wasn't doing the same for him. Nick wanted to hate Daisy, he just couldn't. Something was angelic about Daisy, he assumed it was the side that drew everyone in. Yet when he knew that Daisy was using the tactic to continue to entrance Jay in so Nick also wished Daisy was dead.

What a sight for sore eyes

Brighter than a blue sky

She's got you mesmerized while I die

Nick hated that Jay could be so entranced by Daisy when he had kissed him only a few nights before. Nick didn't want to admit he was jealous but he was insanely jealous. It was unfair when Daisy was unloyal. Nick knew he would devote his whole being to Jay like Jay always did for Daisy and it didn't seem right to Nick that Daisy would never reciprocate completely.

Why would you ever kiss me?

I'm not even half as pretty

You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester

But you like her better

I wish I was her there

Wish I were her there

Wish I were her there

But Nick watched his life slowly pass by. He wished every day that any affections would ever be returned but it was all a useless dream. He envied his cousin and would've done anything to be in her shoes with Jay Gatsby pining over him. She would never understand how much Jay meant to him. Jay wouldn't understand how much he meant to Nick. So he was stuck on the sidelines replaying the infamous night in his mind when Jay Gatsby called him pretty and kissed him. That was and forever would be his favorite day because there would never be another day like it.

Why would you ever kiss me?

I'm not even half as pretty

You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester

But you like her better

I wish I was

Nick was stuck, he realized that Jay would never notice him unless he was drunk. So Nick did the only thing he knew how to do, he moved away. He wanted to stay out west but it wasn't worth it. He wasn't doing well in stock or anything else for that matter so he left. He never quite got over Jay or the way hips lips felt against his own. Nick wasn't happy back out west but he felt better than he did in the East. He never heard from Gatsby or Daisy again but that helped him live a life solitude. Nick ended up publishing a few books but none were very successful until after he died.

If you want more songfic one-shots leave a comment and I'll try to do more. If you have a song suggestion of one you would like to see my spin on leave that in the comments as well or you could give me ideas of what you would like to see with the song you suggested!

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