Hallelujah by Life Is A Highway66

So, this idea has been pestering me since I watched an episode of Scrubs. They used one of my favourite songs (Hallelujah), and put that with my boyfriend breaking up with me, you come up with a typical story of mine. And I know Nicky's OOC… I just wanted to bring out a more sensitive side to him :D
I don't own anything to do with Avenue Q, if I did; I would have seen it by now! :c

Part One

I don't believe I could ever recall seeing such a beautiful sight before me, a sight of which I would be able to indulge myself in every night. His build being illuminated by the strip of dim light coming from between the curtains across the other side of the room, his head seemingly bobbing to the rhythm of his chest rising and falling with each deep breath he would take.

What felt most remarkable was that for the first time in six months, I could watch him sleep without Ricky at his side, or a feeling of guilt, or regret pulling on my conscience. For the first time in six months, I knew that Rod was single. Ricky had left him days prior to this (or he had left Ricky… If I'm honest, my roommate was kind of hesitant to give away any details as to what caused it).

I can remember that day well, he and Ricky were going out to the park to celebrate their six month anniversary. Rod had left the apartment practically skipping in delight, and so the last thing I expected was him to storm through the door little more than half an hour later…

"What's wrong?" I asked, watching him as he walked straight past me. He stopped, didn't move for a moment, before turning his head to face me, he just shook his head, then he turned around and began his way to the bedroom. I jumped up from the sofa and followed him, snatching his hand. "Rod… Buddy… What happened?"

He only took his hand back, but with more force than I ever imagined him using. "Nothing."

"Bullshit." I said without realising. But I guess it got his attention. He just stared at me, his eyes filled with tears, and yet, there seemed to be no emotion in them at all. He seemed to stare straight through me, and yet there was something in this look which felt like a bucket of cold water being thrown over me. "Ricky…?"

At just mentioning his name, Rod launched himself at me, throwing his arms around me before finally settling with his head rested on my chest. "Why doesn't he love me, Nicky? Why?!" I was too taken back to answer at first, but as I went to answer, he continued, "I love him so much, he means the world to me! I don't know what to do without him!"

"Oh, c'mon, Rod." I shushed him, leading him over to the couch, we sat down, but he pushed his head up against me even more than he already was, putting an arm around his back, I continued, "You don't need him. You have your friends. There's me, Princeton, Kate, Gary, I bet Brian and Christmas Eve would help you. Hell, I'm sure that even Trekkie would… In his own way."

"I need him, Nicky…" I didn't say anything to this, I knew that he would keep on saying this until he came to his senses that there was plenty more fish in the sea. There was a silence. His sobs were muffled by my jacket, but every so often, his hands would lose grip on my back, and he would grasp onto something else. After a minute he finally looked up. "Make me pretty, Nicky."

I wanted to laugh at this, how pathetic he could seem sometimes. But in a split second decided against it; he needed me, and as a friend, I would be there to help. "Rod, c'mon. You are pretty." He calmed down slightly at this.

"Really?" I nodded and he rested his head against me again, most probably going to cry again. "Nicky?"


"I- I really think…" He paused for a moment, looking up at me. There was a moment in which nothing was heard, he moved closer to me, seemingly examining my expressions, looking to the ground he closed his eyes and sighed. "You're my best friend."

"'Morning Nicky… Or should I say afternoon?"

If ever there was one thing that really pissed me off about Rod, was the fact that he was a morning person. He always got up at seven on weekdays, which I understood because he had to get to work and all, but when this trend continued into weekends, it made me wonder if I should have put his picture over the internet again; there's always a single man on the internet, looking for a 'bit of fun' somewhere. And if it worked, Rod sure as Hell would be in a coma until midday, or wouldn't be able to walk properly.

"Hello to you," I mumbled in reply, picking up my mug of coffee he always made for me. I sat on the sofa, and there was an uncomfortable silence. From that moment I could tell what sort of mood Rod was in; today, he was upset, and he would make everyone else's life a nightmare. "Hey, Christmas Eve and Brian said they were coming to the Avenue for a quick visit today, do you want to come and see them?"

There was a moment in which nothing was said; I looked behind me, wondering if he was still there. He was, and yet, he continued not to answer. As I was about to enquire again, I got an answer.

"Uh, if it's okay with you. I'm going to stay in today. I'm not in the mood to go out."


I didn't act against the feeling that something was wrong as I turned to the television and turned it on. I began watching some soap opera omnibus, which basically summed up that some woman, had been sleeping around and had been impregnated by her husbands' best friends' worst enemy, and had to quickly pretend that it was her husband who knocked her up. After five minutes or so, Rod sat down next to me. I watched him silently as I cradled the mug of warm liquid between my hands. He didn't sit back in the seat like he, and everyone else, does. Instead he sat on the edge of his seat, resting his head in his hands.

I ignored all of these signs.