by Coreopsis
Look at him. He's not pretty anymore. He looks like a big dumb redneck of
the variety that would as soon kick your ass as to look at you. The kind
Kevin would be if he wasn't a singing dancing boy just like the rest of you.
Only Nick's gotten even bigger than Kevin and if he was of a violent bent he
could probably do some serious damage. But he's a big old pussy cat really,
and could never be the type of guy he looks like at first glance.
But then, at that very first glance you got of him all those years ago, you'd have never been able to predict that he'd grow up into the man he is. You'd have thought he'd still be delicate and almost girlishly pretty. But he's not. He's more than that now, and less. Sometimes you wonder which bothers him more, but it's not something you could ever ask him. You don't talk about things like that, you never mention the changes, the differences. You only talk about how you're all still brothers and 'it's just like a family' when it suits you, when you need something reassuring for the press and the fans.
So even though he's bigger than you and stronger than you and no longer pretty little Nicky, you still want to hold him down and lick him. The biggest difference between then and now is that he'd probably let you.
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