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Still Right
by Janie
Summary: A day in the lives of Nick and Kevin.

Why does he think he’s God’s gift? Why are we even here?

Oh, I forgot. Because he’s God’s gift.

I turned to look at him and watched him coolly watching the models walk up and down the runway.

Versace.

I didn’t even wear Versace, but he said I should come because my look was distasteful. Since when did he start using words like ‘distasteful’?

He always, always, always had to be right, but for once, he was wrong.

My look was mine and no one else’s. It was what made me ‘me’, and when you were being you, there was never a wrong way to do it.

Finally the jerk was wrong.

I looked at him and saw that he was still entranced with the superficial models strutting themselves across the runway like expensive hookers.

I hated stereotyping, but I had yet to meet a model that hadn’t instantly lost her bitchy exterior only after realizing who I was.

The skanks.

I wondered if he’d cry because they didn’t ask him to walk the runway the way they did the last time. Well, his hair was getting ‘distasteful’, so I wasn’t surprised that they hadn’t asked, and I knew I certainly wasn’t going to be asked, being distasteful and all.

“Look, Nick. You should get that. That would clean up your look a little.”

The guy had on an awful looking muscle type shirt with rips across the front. That was supposed to clean up my look? I looked at Kevin to see if he was serious, and he was still watching the runway with the same solemn look. I could have sworn I caught a hint of a smirk at the corner of his mouth, but it seemed to vanish when I blinked, making me wonder if it was ever there to begin with.

“Are you looking?”

“My look’s fine, Kevin,” I said between my gritted teeth.

He laughed, shaking his head. I noticed how his eyes had never left the runway, not even to talk to me.

Jerk.

“Where are you going?” Kevin asked, grabbing my arm as soon as I stood up.

Now he was looking at me.

“To the bathroom.”

“Why?”

I rolled my eyes. “Well, I suddenly realized that I can’t remember the first eight counts to ‘Not For Me’, so I’m gonna go to the bathroom and practice to see if I can’t refresh my memory.”

He let go of my arm and shook his head. “I’ll remember the good outfits for you.”

“Thanks, because I was really worried that I might miss something,” I said, already walking away.

Who does he think he is? Right Said Fred? I shook my head and smiled.

“I’m too sexy for cat,” I sang quietly, remembering one of the hilarious lyrics from the song. “Too sexy for my cat, too sexeee-yeah.” I even vogued for good measure and heard someone laughing behind me.

“I hate that song.”

I turned around and found Kevin.

“And here I thought it was your national anthem.”

“Let’s go.”

“But I thought we had to fix my look?” I asked sarcastically.

He shrugged, waiting for me to catch up. “There was nothing wrong with it to begin with. I just wanted to hang out with you and do something different, just the two of us, but you ruined something that could have been fun with your attitude, so....”

I sighed.

Damn it, he was right....again.

Just once, why couldn't he be wrong? Just do something stupid, dumb, and shallow and just be wrong?

No, because then that would mean that World War III would break out. That would mean that Michael Jackson would actually do something scarier than bleaching himself or whatever he did, like covering an Elvis song or something. Wait, he had covered Elvis’ daughter, so....anyway. That would basically mean that Kevin wasn't Kevin anymore.

"Hurry up, Nick, unless you want to stay so you can try to pick up one of those models who always ignore you..."

Kevin could always make me feel like an ass.

"....but they're not worth your time, anyway, buddy," he said, stopping for me to catch up. He slung his arm around me once I did. "You deserve more than someone who’s greatest accomplishment is color coordinating and walking up and down a runway in record time."

I smiled at Kevin.

Still right.

And his being right didn't seem so bad anymore.

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