Thanks to everybody who has feedbacked me, (my editor says its not a word but I can invent new words, thanks a lot to my editor Kate by the way)your comments help a lot and are what's making me write on. Somebody told me they liked the sex-scene (you know who you are) so there will be more, not yet though :P
Disclaimer: I wrote this, don't copy it unless you ask. This is fiction. If there are people who are similar to people in the story or have the same name, I didn't intend it. Beware, gay sex! Don't like that don't read, you have been warned.
"Casey?"
"Yea." He mumbled with a mouthful of ham-sandwich as he sat on the passenger's seat of his Honda CRV. I was munching on a sugar coated donut.
"Cecily told me her and your little secret."
He looked at me from the side, munching. Big dark eyes. He knew exactly what I was talking about.
"Which would be?" more munching, some ham dropped on his shirt. Shame, usually he was so well-mannered. Not around me though.
"You banged her on the picnic-table in our garden."
"That's no secret. Half of the town was there. It was a gang-bang."
"How come I wasn't invited?"
"You're queer, everybody can see that." Munch, munch.
"Seriously now. You let her into our bedroom? I hate when people go there. Nobody is allowed to go there except for us. It's our hide-out, our shrine. You can't let her intrude on us there, it's such a private place for me." I quickly took a bite out of my donut before I got too emotional.
"Lucy, let's not discuss this now. It was an accident, that's all I'm saying right now. It won't happen again. I'll explain it latter." He said quickly.
"What do you mean it was an accident? How can you make sure with an accident that it won't happen again?" I was raising my voice. And I started flaring my hands, which wasn't good considering I was driving a car and eating a doughnut.
"I'm not discussing this right now" he said calmly.
"What do you mean you're not fucking discussing this now! This is important to me." I yelled hitting the steering wheel.
"Watch the road, honey." he pointed straight ahead." I'm not discussing this because knowing you, driving and fighting, you'd kill us. I'm not discussing this right now because I don't have the time to have you pull over to argue with me because I have the pressure of work in my neck. I'm not discussing this because with the pressure of work I wouldn't be able to concentrate. There might be misunderstandings and that would make things worse. Bottom line: I'm not discussing this right now. Drive"
Stubborn silence. I needed something to compensate my anger and the heavy breathing thing didn't work.
"Are you going to eat that donut?" I asked, eying the donut in his hand.
"No, you can have it."
I snatched the donut from his hand, stuffed half of it into my mouth with one bite and wolfed down the other with a second one.
"Donuts are not very healthy you know that right?" he asked sceptically.
"I know, but I ate all the whole wheat bread before you got home, so I already have all the nutrition I need."
He laughed.
"You're going to get fat if you continue like this."
"Fuck you." I had as much fat on me as I had pimples and he knew it. But I was in no mood to be teased right now. Ass.
"You tell me I'm fat and ugly!!! You tell me I have pimples!!! You show people our private room with my very personal paintings in them!!! Do you have any sense of what is appropriate behaviour after that at all!!?? Do that again and I'll scrape your balls off with a rusty spoon!!! Ignorant bastard!!!" I yelled, slamming the door to our bedroom shut. That was actually not a smart move because in order to do so I had to get through the living-room and the dining-room, which took away part of the dramatic effect. We would have to put more doors into our house, I decided. I needed them to underline my speech from time to time.
"All I said was 'Hi'." I could hear his voice, coming from the living-room, sounding confused.
He must have hitched a ride with somebody because I sure as hell didn't even think of picking him up.
"Well you could have at least brought me flowers to show me you are sorry!" I said, climbing on our dresser to peek over the wall and into our living room. I had mentioned that the only room with a proper ceiling was the bathroom, hadn't I? I could see him calmly putting his coat away, looking confused, yet composed. It drove me nuts.
"I have nothing to be sorry for. If you wanted flowers why didn't you just say so?" He asked slipping his shoes off. Now THAT made me huff and puff again.
"Do I have to tell you now when I want flowers? A man wants flowers every once in a while without having to mark it in your calendar! Is that too much to ask for? Just a simple gesture of affection? Huh? It's only a stupid flower but I don't even get that. I just get "Hi"." I yelled.
"Well. I brought you chocolate, thought you'd like it better." He said with a grin.
"Really?" I said, still standing on the dresser, feeling stupid and all gooey inside. He DID love me. I was melting. This was so sweet. My man had had a hard day full of work and stress but had remembered to bring me chocolate. And all he got was yelled at. I felt like such a bad, self-centred person.
"No, not really. But I'll get you some if you want to. Can get you flowers while I'm out, too." And he turned to make his way to the door.
"YOU STAY! How dare you! You come here, without flowers, without chocolate after making fun of me all day, after showing my best friend a room that is precious to me! Do you know how much that pisses me off? I spent all day here trying to figure out how to make YOUR home more inhabitable and all I get is "Hi". Even a cheating husband pays more attention to his housewife then you do to me. And no way would any husband ever tell his wife that she's fat!" I knew I was being hysterical again and probably exaggerating a tad bit, but I just couldn't stop now. Did he ever take me seriously?
"Do you want me to be your husband now or something?" he laughed.
I suddenly felt my blood turn cold and very quietly asked him:
"Is that an official proposal?"
"Wh...what?" he grabbed his hair. Desperate "Lucy you really are something else, you go from yelling, flaring arms and tears to eternal love!"
"Well, is this what we have? Eternal love?" I was suddenly calm and serious.
"I...Yeah, I guess so, I mean... I hope so. I mean..." he stuttered then pulled up a chair to the wall, climbed on it to look me in the eye, reached for my hands, took a deep breath and said: "Yes it is. And I love it."
"Then why not get married?" I asked, my blue eyes seriously studying his.
"Yeah, why not?" he asked, still confused.
"Do you want to get married?" I asked, caressing his hands, my attention focused on his wonderful Asiatic dark eyes.
"Is that an official proposal?" he asked uncertainly
"Case Tentaiyo will you marry me?" I asked seriously.
"Yes. I will!" he sobbed as he pulled me to him and hugged me tight. Well as tight as he could standing on a chair with a wall between us. He started tearing up and then to shake, kissing my hands, wetting them with tears and salvia.
"And you still can't pronounce my name right." He choked out with a teary, clogged up voice.
"Your ticket out whenever you want to. You can say I never even proposed to you." I grinned.
"No way." He sobbed. "No way am I letting you go! I never thought you'd want to do this. I've always though you'd take of running if I so much as mentioned the m-word." He started crying again and pressed his cheek against mine "and now, YOU are here, asking ME. I don't know what to say."
"Well, you already said yes, so I guess technically you don't have to say anything else, except maybe for the same thing in front of somebody to make it official."
"Not in front of somebody. In front of a priest AND a regristrer and the whole world."
"I'll tell as many people as you want me to."
"I really love you Lucy, I really do. Now let's get this damn wall out of the way.no period here" he said still crying but chuckling as he did so, still clutching my hands. I was going to get married. And the thought didn't even scare me.
I had been pissed at him so I hadn't prepared dinner. But we felt like celebrating and went out to a nice restaurant. And it was a feast, too. We were both fairly drunk and sitting in the adjoined cocktail-lounge of the restaurant when an unfamiliar balding man in his late thirties in a brown suit approached us were we were sitting on the comfy sofas.
"Mr. Tintie-yo! What a surprise to meet you here!"
Mr. Who? Oh, he meant Case. Never heard his name mispronounced so badly. Even I didn't manage that. Immediate dislike.
"Mr. Henrikson. A surprise indeed. Meet my fiancée (how good that sounded) Ludwig Cylon."
"Wow. Strange names attract, right? (Smart-ass, I thought) So what are you doing here this late on a Thursday night when you are scheduled to host a seminar early in the morning? Kind of glad I got the day of tomorrow. Seven o'clock seminars are really not the way to start the day" He said. Slime bag. Asshole. Wasn't his business what my Case did in his free time.
"Celebrating our engagement. It's a private party." I replied sweetly. You are not invited. So back-off.
"We'll have to move the party soon bunny." Case whispered in my ear, ignoring the weird colleague. Boy, Case was drunk. I just hoped he wouldn't get sick.
"Well, I have to get back to my wife anyways. It's our ten years anniversary you know. Just wanted to say hi." What was that? A competition of who had been married longer?
"Well, bye then. Congratulations to your wife." Must either be dumb or dull to waste her life with an unsympathetic bore like you. I know I'm judgemental.
"Casey?" I asked when the bald guy was gone, nudging him slightly.
"Yeah?" he mumbled, barely audible. His eyes were half closed now, he looked pale and had beads of sweat on his forehead.
"I didn't drink that much, did I?" He asked. I guess he hadn't. But that was a big disadvantage of his Asian genes, he couldn't hold his liquor (even though he didn't want to admit it).
"Well looks like you had enough."
"Love me anyways?" he grinned
"Always." I smiled, flicking his nose.
He laughed and swatted my shoulder. "Not in public, you pig." Boy, he really WAS drunk.
"Who was Mr. Strange-names-attract?" I asked.
"Ass. Wants my position. And your name IS weird." He said and pointed at my nose.
"Well at least I'm not named after a device for keeping goods while travelling!" and I put his finger down before he poked my eye out.
"Neither am I, you just pronounce it wrong." He mumbled. He was falling asleep on my shoulder. I had to get him out of here. And I had to keep him awake.
"But isn't he a lot older then you?" Small talk had to work for that. I waved for the waiter to bring us the check.
"Yeah, but doesn't keep him from trying." And he rubbed his head on my shoulder. The waiter was quick, good service. Kind of cute, too.
"That's 275$ then sir." Did he just say that? Was I imagining things?
"Casey, where is your wallet?" I asked him, a little panicked.
"In my jacket-pocket." He mumbled half-asleep. After rummaging through his jacket I found his black leather wallet and looked to see what was inside. A damn lot but not enough.
"Do you take credit cards?" I asked hopefully.
"Of course we do, sir." Phew, mental forehead-wipe. No ages of dish-washing.
"Case?" I poked him
"Hm."
"You are not going to believe this but we just spend over two hundred dollars on food and cocktails."
"It's our engagement night. We may. Just keep some cash for the taxi. And leave a tip." He said sleepily with his eyes closed. Well if he said it was ok, it had to be ok.
We got the credit card back and made it to the Taxi (both giggling, exchanging kisses and barely able to walk). Case passed out in the Taxi and drooled all over my shoulder. I didn't care. After that I impressed myself with managing to half-drag/half-carry him to our bedroom in my drunken state. I also managed to set the alarm for six a.m. because Mr. Scumbag had mentioned Case had to be somewhere at seven.
As soon as everything was done I passed out next to Case.
"Beep-beep-beep-beeeeeep-beep. Beep-beep-beep-beeeeep-beep."
"Fuuuuuck" Case mumbled and turned around in bed, taking the covers with him.
"Morning, weirdo." I greeted him sleepily.
"Did yesterday really happen?"
"Yes and probably more." And I sat up and swung my legs out of bed. I had to make him coffee otherwise he'd never find the strength to get up. He must have had the mother of all hangovers.
"Cool. I have to tell my mom. I have to tell my sisters and my cousins, I have to make a guest list and write invitations. I have to make seating arrangements, organize a church, call a farmer for a horse wagon..." he was up and awake now. No sign of a hangover whatsoever. Maybe he didn't need the coffee. Maybe I should get him some herbal tee to calm his nerves. Maybe he was still drunk.
He was standing in the middle of the room with a lost look on his face.
"We have to set a date, pick out a menu, test the menu, decide on a place to have the reception. I didn't have time to plan any of this! What else? Pick out flower arrangements, hire a band..."
"Go to work, maybe?" I asked.
He looked at me like I was an alien. Then he looked at his watch.
"I'll go for a run first. Still have time." And he stumbled towards the door. Yap, he was still tipsy but it was nice to know that I had managed to throw him off his routine again and made his life interesting. Big time.
I fed him breakfast and poured two cups of coffee into him to get him sober. Then I called him a taxi, since his car was still parked in front of the restaurant down-town and he wasn't sober enough to drive anyways.
"Bye honey." I kissed him.
"Thanks Lucy." He said and kissed me back.
"What for?" I asked.
"For everything. For setting the alarm. For making me breakfast. For making me drink coffee."
"Yeah, I'm so great." I grinned.
"Seriously, I'm sensing a change of dynamics in this relationship. I used to be the responsible one, but now we kind of mix." Yeah, he was still drunk. He would never have said a thing like that if he was sober. He was much too reserved for that. Emotionally detached almost.
"Well they say old couples grow alike, right?" Maybe he was right. He HAD cried last night and since I was with him he had loosened up quite a bit.
He smooched my neck one last time and then went off in the taxi. I went straight to bed after that and have to admit that I missed him. I was horny and getting cold but there was no Case to cuddle or make love to. Darn. I hated being on my own.