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

Author's Note: Wow, everyone, it's been years. I have received reviews and messages every week since I last updated. I apologize for being gone for so long, but good news! I will be done with college in a short week. Which means, I will finish this fanfiction.

I also would like you guys to know that I have since started a new GG fanfiction under the title of: The Devil is in Assumptions. I will also be continuing that one over this summer.

I have yet to see the Baz Luhrmann's new Gatsby movie, I am greatly looking forward to it, since the other movies have yet to do it justice…

Enjoy, and hopefully the wait will have made this sweeter.

{Written in Narrator's perspective}

Gatsby Made His Up The Wooden Stairs, which were stained a dark cherry: Daisy's favorite. His footsteps, while light and quick, did not match his current stream of consciousness. Spinning, erupting, waves of unnamed, unexplored emotions wrecked havoc as he climbed. When his hand touched the cool knob on his guest's door, he took in a breath. His exterior was calm.

He opened the door.

Nick was at his bedside currently removing his button down shirt. He wasn't facing the door, but the window. He looked out into the bright day, a faint smile on his lips. What he was fondly thinking of, Jay truly didn't know; but this new side of him told him it must have been something to do with Jordan Baker.

Willing away the harsh tone that would have entered his voice, he asked his friend: "Have a pleasant night, Nick?"

The Nick in question turned towards him, surprised. He was still for a moment, then a faint blush graced his face as he pulled the unbuttoned shirt back around himself.

"To be honest, I don't remember." He laughed nervously. "I don't think I want to." He looked down.

After a few seconds of silence, Gatsby shifted and Nick looked up with a desperate look in his eyes. "Please tell me I didn't make a fool out of myself." The look dimmed slightly as though he realized what he must have looked like.

Jay smiled softly. "Don't worry old sport, while you were being very friendly to Miss Baker, she didn't find your attention unpleasant." The harsh tone found it's way back.

Nick sighed, "Well, I mean, was it embarrassing to be around me?" He asked Jay, who rose a brow. "You were, are perhaps the least embarrassing drunkard I've had at a party." He stated. "Quite adorable actually." He chuckled.

Nick blushed furiously. "Well, I suppose I shouldn't worry myself then?"

Gatsby shook his head. Nick smiled at him, and relaxed.

Nick walked around his Gatsby to his closet while speaking "Oh, did you need something?" He chose a cream shirt, with thin red stripes.

Jay turned around to look at Nick once again. He was silent. He didn't really know what he was really doing up here. Other than being in what was akin to a jealous rage.

He asked the question that he supposed plagued him.

"Are you and Miss Baker…" He gestured, then said. "Together then?"

Nick looked at his with complete surprise. "What?" He asked.

"I just thought, since she was here…" Jay continued but was interrupted by Nick.

"Oh, no. No, no." His whole face reddened. "I have no interest in Jordan." He giggled a bit. "We're just good friends now a days." He buttoned up his shirt looking at Jay.

Gatsby's figure relaxed noticeably. The rage he'd felt before drained out of him. But confusion replaced it.

"Well don't break her heart now, old sport." Gatsby said, and Nick looked up , eyes searching.

"Are you taking a liking to Miss Baker, then?" He grinned cheekily.

Gatsby frowned playfully. He pushed Nick's shoulder saying: "You know I haven't."

"She's very pretty." Nick teased him further, poking Gatsby in the chest.

"And as boyish as you." Gatsby grinned. "It's a more charming trait on you though, I must say." Gatsby pinched his cheek.

Nick swatted his hand away, and blushed, for they were very close. He could smell Gatsby's faint cologne.

Gatsby's smile started to fade as he took in Nick's face. It was a handsome face, not ruggedly so, but yes, there was a boyish charm to it. His lips were a sweet shade of pink against skin tone, and his eyes were a lovely hazel. In his right eye, Gatsby could see a streak emerald illuminated by the sun.

"Gatsby." Nick whispered to the man.

He brought their noses closer. But the spell Gatsby was under broke.

Jay stepped back with a rush of air. Red stained his cheekbones as his straightened his suit. "Sorry, Old sport, for bursting in on you." He grinned sheepishly. "Tea's downstairs when you are done." He said and promptly walked out of the room, leaving Nick slightly out of breath and very out of order.

A/N: Oh! So short. I'll update soon, and I will be rewriting previous chapters.