PrincessGumdrop
Supernova
- Joined
- Mar 16, 2012
- Location
- Sasebo, Japan
Oliver Green stared at the TV, he had almost dropped the glass he was cleaning and his mouth was dropped. It couldn't be him, could it? He continued to stare at the TV, finally moving over closer to it to stare at the man. It was. Oliver sat back and sighed before pulling out his cell and calling the number on the screen. He had to see him again, if only one more time.
Oliver had already waiting five years to see his first love again, but the one week waiting for the concert had seemed like another five years. After the concert Oliver waiting outside the backdoor to the concert hall. He wasn't allowed in and had been pushed around by the groupies. He didn't care though, waiting in the back of the line was fine with him, as long as he got to see him. "Nicky?" he questioned as soon as he saw the man, reverting back to the old nickname that he had used with the other.
It had been so long since he had seen Nicholas, he wasn't even sure if the other would recognize him. He was glad to see the other had made his rise to fame in just five years. Oliver could remember how he used to dance to the man's music and it was like he was falling in love all over again. But there was so much hurt from the beginning of their little romance that he couldn't help but remember it as well. "Nicky?" he called again, stepping forward in hopes the other would see him. He had to at the very least apologize for what he had done.
Oliver had already waiting five years to see his first love again, but the one week waiting for the concert had seemed like another five years. After the concert Oliver waiting outside the backdoor to the concert hall. He wasn't allowed in and had been pushed around by the groupies. He didn't care though, waiting in the back of the line was fine with him, as long as he got to see him. "Nicky?" he questioned as soon as he saw the man, reverting back to the old nickname that he had used with the other.
It had been so long since he had seen Nicholas, he wasn't even sure if the other would recognize him. He was glad to see the other had made his rise to fame in just five years. Oliver could remember how he used to dance to the man's music and it was like he was falling in love all over again. But there was so much hurt from the beginning of their little romance that he couldn't help but remember it as well. "Nicky?" he called again, stepping forward in hopes the other would see him. He had to at the very least apologize for what he had done.