Disclaimer: I do not own The Great Gatsby and I never will. -_-

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first fanfic. I'm excited:) I know the beginning isn't that great but bear with me here, it's a beginning. I hope you like it!

We Found Love in a Hopeless Era

~~ Nick's P.O.V. ~~

It's such a beautiful night. Those brightly lit diamonds stuck to the sky, dancing gracefully, beating softly and steady like the beat of a tranquil heart. The full moon glows calmly without worries, reflecting its light on the soft ruffles below.

My mind started to slowly function again throughout the night after my run-in with brandy. Luckily the throbbing in my head was subsiding. I made my way to the only man who would be standing outside, overlooking the water at two in the morning.

I guess he didn't notice me. I stood silently next to him, studying his expression. I could tell he was lost in his thoughts. His eyebrows were slightly scrunched as he bit his lip. His eyes showed worry and longing. For whatever reason, it irked me to know such a great man as Gatsby was troubled. I hesitated to ask what was wrong because I already knew his response. 'Don't worry about it, old sport'. Gatsby never wanted to involve anyone in his problems. That wasn't him. Instead I opted for another ice breaker.

~~ Gatsby's P.O.V. ~~

…those lips, so red and pouty. I could almost feel their friction against mine! I swear I can honestly taste them, so soft and so sweet. The way they elicited supple moans of pleasure in my dream. It felt so real. If I were to hear my name coming from those lips again, I swear I would—

"Gatsby!" I jumped in surprise as a hand waved in front of my face. Anger quickly rose in me. I turned to see who was responsible for interrupting my wonderful daydream only to find Nick staring at me with worry in his eyes. All anger quickly faded.

I tried to compose myself as best I could. I managed to choke out my response. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Are you alright? I've been calling you and you didn't respond." He laughed as the corner of his mouth rose slightly to smile at my reaction.

"Yes, I'm quite alright, old sport. What were you saying?" I turned to him smiling.

"Why are you still out here? The party has been over for over an hour now."

"Just enjoying the fresh air and beautiful scenery old sport." I focused my vision on the swaying water.

"I see. It is a rather beautiful morning." He agreed as he looked where I was looking. Part of me wanted to look back at him but the other wanted to look away because I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back. I didn't want to give away what I was feeling.

I sighed. "It's morning already? Time flies by fast. Did you enjoy yourself in the party?"

"Of course. That Jordan Baker is quite the dancer. She didn't let go of me for a second!" anger suddenly rose again. Jealousy was quickly settling.

"I saw. You know old sport, I heard she has someone courting her. You might want to be careful." I looked back at him.

"You don't think that's true, do you? She said she fancied me." He grinned. I felt my heart sting and my stomach churn.

"Is that so?" I smiled with difficulty. I wasn't going to let him see my displeasure.

"Yes. She...well she dragged me away from the party and planted kisses around my whole face. She said she's never met a man as passionate as I." he was smiling so hard, his cheeks were visibly flushing.

"That's great, old sport!" I patted him on the shoulder.

"Oh by the way, where did you disappear to?"

"Oh. I had some business to attend to. Why?" my hopes suddenly rose.

"Daisy kept asking for you. She wouldn't dance the whole time. She kept looking around for you until I convinced her to dance. But she still didn't enjoy herself. She told me to ask you if you'd like come to a gathering she's throwing this Saturday." Utter annoyance. The name Daisy means nothing to me anymore.

"Yes, that sounds great old sport. Will you be attending?" I casually asked.

"Of course! Jordan's always over at Daisy's. It'll be a good opportunity for me to ask her on a date." He ran a hand through his hair.

"Excellent. Say, would you like a drink?"

"No thank you, I have to work in the morning. I should be resting now."

"Oh, right. Well I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Until tomorrow." He smiled at me and started walking away. He suddenly stopped and turned to me. "Don't stay up too late. Get some rest. Goodnight, Jay."

My heart raced. I couldn't help the smile that came over my lips. "Goodnight, old sport." I watched him walk away. His hips gently rocked from side to side.

Suddenly Jordan invaded my mind. The anger finally reached its peak and I was irritated. The question I had yet to find an answer for swam in my thoughts. What does Jordan Baker have that I don't?

Over the past few months, I developed new thoughts and unfamiliar feelings. I started noticing Daisy's cousin. We've gotten well acquainted. You could say we've become great friends. Although that's the correct word, being just friends upset me. I couldn't understand why. I scolded myself for having extremely erotic dreams about my male neighbor. I even tried getting my mind off of him by sleeping with a random woman that showed up to my parties. It was no use. Within these days I learned two things. One, I'm gay. Two, I'm in love with Nick Carraway.

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