Nick hated having to hide his sexuality. it was ‘98, almost the year 2000. yet, he couldn’t proudly show off his boyfriend?

the only ones who knew about you were his family and closest friends, but he wanted to be able to show you off. why was that so impossible? it was probably for the best, though. considering that even if he were accepted, you would instantly be bombarded with paparazzi— literally left and right.

the lights were dim in the trailer, Nicks finger tracing invisible shapes on the skin of your bare back. you laid on his bed inside the stupid actor trailer, where he’d go to relax and prepare between shoots for the new TV show he was filming.

you were nearly asleep, dozing in and out of peaceful slumber. Nick, he was zoned out. he couldn’t stop wanting to just tell people that you were his boyfriend, not his best friend.

“hey, babe,” he eventually began, voice a low hum over the loud ac. he looked down at your face, sitting next to you. “what do you think the media would say if.. we like, came out?”