Title: The Sweet Life
By: boho-beata
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "Greg? Do you know what time it is?" "It's party time!"

Something's ringing... loudly. It's an annoying ringing, really annoying. It just keeps going and going and going and...

Damn, that's the phone.

Nick groans and rolls over to reach for the phone. Without bothering to check the caller ID, he answers.

"Stokes," He answers in a grumble.

"Nicky!"

"Greg? Do you know what time it is?" Apparantly not.

"It's PARTY TIME!" Oh, that was too loud for Nick's liking.

"No... no, it's not. It's time for bed."

"...Was that an invitation?"

"NO! You do know that New York and Vegas have a THREE hour time difference?" He knows Greg knows that, better question would be if he was acknowledging it.

"...Yeah..."

"And you know that with you gone at a conference, we've all been pulling doubles?" Five bucks says Greg didn't know that.

"...Didn't know that one." He owed himself five bucks.

"Well, now you do. Good night, Greg." Nick was about to hang up the phone now.

"No! Wait, Nick. I have a better reason for calling." Oh, this better be good.

"Yeah?"

"I love you, Nicky." Any irritation that Nick had felt for being woken up just dissipated.

"I... I love you, too, Greggo," Nick said with a smile and laid back down.

"All right, that's all. Good night Nicky."

"No, no, wait, how's the Big Apple?" Well, he might as well talk since he's up and all...

"Well, first of all, Nick, no one calls it the Big Apple here. It's the city, duh. And it's great! Really. I've met some really cool guys here. None of 'em as hott as you, though. There's tons to do, too. Man, I thought Vegas was good. This is better! It's not as hot here and I could go to the beach if I wanted to... Jersey's a train ride away and you know they're like the best state to go to the shore, besides Cali. I never thought the east coast could be this awesome! How're things over there, Nicky?"

Faint snoring could be heard over the line as Nick slept peacefully with the phone being held up by his shoulder.

"Nick...? Did you fall asleep on me...? Well, that was a dumb question, good night Nicky, I love you, muah muah muah."

A couple of hours later, Nick wakes up to a dial tone in his ear, a crick in his neck, and a text message from Greg.

U fell asleep on me, thx! dont worry bout it tho. i miss u, save some fruit loops for me, fat ass. love you. -G

Somehow, Nick thinks a crick in the neck is worth a sweet message like that.

…not to mention, he remembers that he finished the Fruit Loops the day before and if he doesn’t get more, Greg is going to have his butt.

Ahh, the sweet life.