The Good Life

*Jack*

We left the Fuentes house after the baseball game ended. I was debating with myself as to whether or not I should tell Alex about my conversation with Vicki. When we walked through the front door and went to our bedroom, I decided I should tell about my talk with Vicki to see what he thought.

“I talked to Vicki while we cleaned up.” I said to get him interested in the conversation.

“What’d you guys talk about?” He asked halfway paying attention to me because the other half of his attention was on his phone.

“She asked me have we talked about having kids together. I told her yes, but that you weren’t ready yet. And she thinks that if you really loved me, you would do anything to make me happy.” I mumbled the last part. Alex didn’t answer me. He just kept typing away on his phone as if he didn’t hear what I just said to him.

“Alex?” I said quietly, I was afraid of what he was going to say to me. I didn’t want to fight with him, but this was a very touching subject for us.

“Do you think that too?” He said and looked up at me. I couldn’t tell if he was angry or not, his face looked blank.

“I don’t know.” I shrugged my shoulders.

“Jack.” He sighed, yep he was definitely angry. “How many times do I have to tell you? I’m not ready! I don’t know when I will be, but it’s not now. Besides I told you I want to be married before having a kids with anyone. For god sakes I recently just changed basically my whole sexual orientation. I’m still adjusting to that and on top of that you want me to adopt a kid. I can’t do it. I-I won’t do it.” He was practically shouting at me and instead of me becoming upset like I do normally when he yells at me, I got angry.

“Why is it what Alex wants? A relationship works both ways Alex! You have to consider my wants too. I want a relationship that will make progress, but instead we’re at a standstill. I love you! I know I want to marry you, but do you know how it feels to tell you this and not hear it back? Yes, you have told me countless times that you love me but it means nothing to me if you can’t prove it. And if you’re not fully comfortable with dating a guy yet then what makes you think you’ll EVER be comfortable with marrying me?” I yelled back at him.

“I didn’t mean I’m not comfort-“ He started to say.

“Save it! I don’t want to hear anymore.” I felt like crying but, but I didn’t. I’ve cried too many times over this subject and I couldn’t do it anymore. I grabbed clean clothes so I could shower and sleep in one of the guest bedrooms upstairs. Alex tried to stop me, but I ignored him and left.

I wanted us to both cool off so we could actually talk through this problem instead of yelling at each other. I guess we’ll just have to try and talk about this later.

***The Next Day***

I woke up the next morning with the sun shining directly in my face. Since this guest room was facing east the sunlight came through the blinds. I wanted this Sunday to be a lazy day for me like always, but I had too much on my mind. It felt weird to sleep without Alex last night, I missed him being my big spoon. I was trying to avoid going downstairs because I didn’t want to talk to him, even though I missed him. My stomach started growling earlier today because I didn’t eat dinner last night. I tried my best to ignore it, but after a while it started to hurt. I had no choice but to go downstairs and find something to eat.

I hoped and prayed, on my way to the kitchen, that Alex wasn’t awake yet, but my prayers weren’t answered. He was at the kitchen table reading the newspaper and drinking a cup of coffee. I walked in without saying a word to him and went to get a bowl so I could make myself some cereal.

“Were going to have to talk about this sooner or later, Jack.” Alex said to me as he set the newspaper down.

“I choose later.” I said. I wasn’t completely over our small argument last night and I didn’t want to talk now and say or do something I would regret. I tried to walk back upstairs, but Alex stopped me.

“Jack, please?” He said loud enough for me to hear and I turned around to face his direction.

“Don’t doubt for a second that I don’t love you because I do! With all my heart!” He started off. “Trust me Jack I’m trying my hardest to show you it. I want to marry you too, I believe that you’re the one. I’m just not ready.”

“I don’t want to have to wait forever and a day for you to commit to me.” I sighed and sat my bowl on the counter top.

“I’m not asking you to wait forever. I just… need more time.” He said.

“More time for what?” I yelled at him

“I want to know for sure we’re right for each other, but you’re making it hard because you’re always finding a reason to argue with me!” He yelled back at me.

“You think I like to fight with you? I don’t! I hate it! We’re never going to agree on this subject so what’s the point...” I slowed down towards the end of my sentence, not liking where this was going.

“I don’t want to end up like my parents. They thought they were going to be in love forever, but that didn’t happen and my father is still heartbroken over it.”

“Maybe we’ll be like my parents. They would have been together today if my father didn’t pass away.” I said.

“We’ll never know that for sure.” He said without thinking. He knows nothing about my parents or their relationship. To say that I was pissed off was an understatement. I wasn’t thinking straight because I was so angry.

“You know what I’m done. Pack all of your shit up and get the hell out of my house. I never want to see you again, Alex.” I said probably being more dramatic than needed.

He looked at me as if he was going to fight me on leaving but all he said was “Okay.”

He stood up, went to the panty to get trash bags and then he went to our…well I guess my bedroom. I sat at the table instead of chasing after him, maybe this was for the best. I ate what was left of my cereal and fifteen minutes later Alex walked out of the bedroom with three trash bags full of his stuff. I felt my heart break and I had to fight the tears back. I didn’t want to beg him not to go I wanted him to beg me to stay, I guess I was being stubborn.

“I’ll be back for the rest of my things later, and then you’ll never have to see me again.” He said and walked towards the front door. I heard the door open and close. He was gone. ‹ Chapter 36
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Notes

Sorry this chapter is a little short, but we're finally getting to my favorite part of the story. Is there anybody on Jack's side?