Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Strings Attached ❯ Part 4: Time Apart ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Nova Starlight 
Anime/Manga: Fake Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.28.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 233 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Fake Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.28.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 233 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own FAKE or any of its Characters
“Strings Attached”
By: Nova Starlight
Part 4: Time Apart
It was four in the afternoon and JJ was happy and whistling to himself as he walked towards the office he shared with his partner, Drake. This seemed to be his usual mood in the past few weeks since he and Drake had begun spending time together. Since their first trip to the movies together, and the following afternoon spent in bed, they had been practically inseparable. The work environment was calm, and JJ had even noticed that he saw less and less of Dee around the precinct. “Maybe because you are not running around looking for him all the time,” he thought to himself. “Doesn’t matter, the point is I don’t have to worry about Dee.”
Of course, everything was going well outside of work as well. It seemed that every evening was spent at one apartment or another, watching TV, talking, listening to records at Drake’s. In fact, they had been spending so much time together that the bartender of the pub by Drake’s apartment called both of them by name when they came in, and the local pizza and Chinese food restaurants had their takeout orders memorized by their address. Tonight, he was looking forward to an evening making love in his apartment. He could feel the shiver that ran through his body at the thought and the blush that flooded his cheeks. “This is nuts, my body is still reacting like I’m some virginal school girl,” his mind screamed. His attention was caught, when he saw Drake putting on his jacket and looking as if he were rushing out and then quickly turning around and going back into their office. “Where was Drake rushing off to?” he wondered.
He sped up and practically ran into the office, slamming the door behind him. “Where are you off to in a rush?” he asked.
Drake looked up in surprise and then the realization hit him that JJ probably expected they would be spending the evening together. He was silent for a moment as his eyes scanned the room and then reached for the object he had been searching for, his wallet, from his desk.
During this silence, JJ asked, “Do you have plans tonight?” He had been trying to sound casual and was not very sure if he was succeeding. At the continued silence, he was unable to hold back the question, “Do you have a date?” The minute he heard the words escape his lips, he wanted to take them back. Did he really want to know if Drake did have a date? Their relationship was supposed to be one of convenience that could be easily terminated; but he had to admit that he had come to rely on him.
Drake’s response was a bit of a nervous laugh. Then he put his wallet into his back pants pocket and looked at JJ smiling. “Yeah, I guess you could say I have a date, I can’t break.” JJ felt the familiar pang of rejection at his words and focused all of his energy on not letting it show on his face. His body was warring between a tantrum of tears and slapping Drake as hard as he could; he had no right to do either. As much as he tried to suppress it, there must have been some visible reaction on his face; because Drake approached him and placed his hand on his shoulder. “JJ,” he began in a soft voice. “I’m having dinner with my Mom.”
“What?!” JJ exclaimed. His response he knew was excessive, but he seemed to be losing control. When it came to Drake, it seemed he was barely able to control himself at all.
“My Mom lives on Staten Island, and she invited me to dinner,” Drake explained. “Sorry, I did not mention it sooner, she just called a few minutes ago.”
JJ breathed a sigh of relief. Had his panic been too noticeable? He needed to deflect the attention Drake was focusing on him before he became concerned. He moved away and pretended be glancing through a file as he asked offhandedly, “Any special occasion?”
Drake was smiling as he replied, “No, just the usual buffet of expectations with a generous desert of guilt. You know, ‘When are you going to find a nice girl and give me some grandchildren?’; the usual.”
JJ forced a laugh at Drake’s attempt at humor. “Why was this bothering him so much?” he asked himself. Drake was straight, at least primarily, it was perfectly normal for his mother to expect him to find some bimbo and start having babies. So why did the prospect of Drake meeting someone else bring a pain to his chest? His eyes opened wide in shock and he was glad that Drake could not see him. It finally dawned on him what that pain he was feeling was, it was exactly the same feeling that pierced his heart when he saw Dee and Ryo together. This was insanity, Dee was his great unrequited love and Drake was simply a friend with benefits; there was no way that his feelings for the two could be similar. As his mind was racing, Drake had moved behind him again and placed his hands on JJ’s shoulders. He leaned his head forward and said, “I am sorry about not telling you before I went rushing off.”
JJ’s new realization of his feeling seemed to amplify the tingle that raced through him at hearing Drake’s breathy voice and feeling his hot breath against the small hairs at the nape of his neck. He quickly stepped away again, heading towards the hat rack, where his jacket was hanging. “What are you apologizing for,” he admonished. “You do not have to clear all of your plans with me.” He looked back at Drake while he slid his jacket on, and he could not really read the expression on his face. He turned away again and began to prepare himself to return to his apartment, alone.
“Hey, JJ!” Drake called out as his hand gripped the doorknob. When he turned around Drake was holding out a key. “Here is a spare key to my place, come by later if you want.” At the look of surprise on his face, he seemed to rethink his offer. “I mean…uh…if you don’t want to…” JJ snatched the key from his hand and gave him a swift kiss. He opened the door and quickly darted out, with a quick peak back, and saw Drake standing there with a blush on his face.
…
When JJ arrived at his apartment, he had no intention of going over to Drake’s apartment. He looked down at the key that he still held in his hand and could not stop himself from smiling. He told himself that it was enough to be given a spare key in the first place. The last thing he wanted to do was seem clingy and have Drake push him away in response. He hung up his jacket and ordered his dinner and curled up in the chair with a book. Before he and Drake had begun their relationship this had been his usual evening, but tonight it was not enough.
Hours later, he had already finished his dinner, picked up and put down his book a dozen times, and he just could not get into it. He looked at the clock and realized that he had only been home s few hours. Drake was most likely still at his mother’s house, enjoying dinner, and he found his curiosity growing. He had to wonder what type of house Drake had grown up in, did he have any brothers or sisters? He had been Drake’s partner for many years but he knew very little about his personal life, his family, it seemed strange to him to now. He leaped up and reached for his coat and the spare key, Drake had given him.
…
When he opened the door to Drake’s place, he half expected to see Drake lying there on the bed in his boxers, or lounging on the couch, drawling sexily on a cigarette. The room seemed dingy and plain without him there. He felt the tightening in his chest and was still shocked by it. He shook his head and for the first time, he began to truly investigate his surroundings.
His gaze landed on the photos hanging on the wall. The first appeared to be a young Drake in a cap and gown with a small group of people around him; presumably his parents, maybe other relatives. The next looked like a graduation from police academy with just two women standing beside him. He observed that one was too old to be a girlfriend and the other too young to be a girlfriend; Mother and Sister? He laughed as he took in that particular photo, seeing Drake in that blue uniform. Many detectives despised that uniform, relating it to their time spent doing grunt work for other detectives. His eyes were drawn back to the face of his mother, though she smiled her eyes seemed sad somehow. He wondered what the reason was for that sadness.
He looked at the rest of the barren wall and wondered where the rest of Drake’s photos were, did he even have any other photos? Maybe he had been saving that space for the rest of his major life experiences like getting married, or his children. His eyes darted around the room, trying to put that thought from his head. There was a bookshelf in the corner and what looked to be leather bound albums on the top shelf. “There, that’s it!” he thought to himself. He grabbed one album from the shelf and laid down on Drake’s bed to immerse himself in the snapshots and see what he could learn.
…
Hours later, Drake sighed with relief as he approached his apartment building. Between the taxi to the port, just barely managing to catch the ferry, and the subway ride home, he was definitely exhausted. He could not wait to take a hot relaxing shower and crawl into bed with…he nearly walked into a payphone as he realized exactly who his mind seemed to think would be there waiting in his bed, JJ. He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration and continued into the building. JJ would not be waiting for him, he had no idea where JJ was tonight or what he was doing. “Or even who he might be doing,” he thought to himself bitterly. Wait, what was he thinking, JJ was not like that, or was he? “Oh Damn it! I have got to stop thinking like this! I’m just exhausted and I am thinking weird stuff.”
It was all his mother’s fault. He loved his mother, do not get him wrong, but he had been blindsided when he had shown up for what he had believed to be a quite family dinner. It turned out his mom’s impromptu dinner invitation had been an impromptu matchmaking session with a local nurse who worked at his mother’s doctor’s office. It was not that she was unattractive, she had just been so dull and boring. During the dinner the conversation was forced along by his mother and the atmosphere was tense. I guess what bothered him more than anything about her was the way she smiled. Not that there had been much to smile about during dinner, but when she did smile it was what could only be described as a “polite” smile. It was definitely not like JJ’s smile, that would brighten up his whole face and the room around him. “Damn,” he cursed to himself, as the elevator stopped on his floor. What the hell was wrong with him, there he, JJ, was again, popping into his mind. To be honest, he did not really know how to handle the current situation at all; he liked JJ, and the sex had been great, but was this all a really good idea?
He opened the door and was surprised when he saw that JJ was lying in his bed asleep. His temperature began to rise, and his pulse began to race. He looked away and practically ran for the bathroom to take a shower. He needed to cool his head, his body was already responding just by looking at him fully clothed on his bed. this was not good.
When he came back into the room, he felt much calmer. JJ was still sleeping soundly and Drake now noticed that he was holding something in his hands; a photo album. He had to laugh, JJ had been looking through old photos, had he been curious or just bored? Gently, he pulled the album from his grasp and set it on the bedside table. Though he had just managed to calm down he recognized that he would need to undress JJ, who was still wearing the clothes he had worked in up to and including his tie. He only had a towel wrapped around his waist and he steadied his hands and began undressing him.
This was one of the times when he was struck how different it was to be like this with JJ versus being with a woman, though not necessarily in a bad way. As he dropped his towel and slid into bed beside JJ, he pulled him close. The legs wrapped around him had fine hair and a little more muscle than he was used to, and obviously there was the feeling of JJ’s soft member lying against his leg. Despite all of this, he had to admit that he loved the feeling of holding JJ in his arms. He placed a gentle kiss on JJ’s forehead and let his fingers run through his soft hair.
So what did it mean that he was now laying here, holding a man, and enjoying it? He had to wonder if Ryo ever asked himself these same questions; especially since Dee was the first man he had ever been with. Initially, there had been many things he had found odd about being with JJ, the slightly rougher skin of his hands as he held them, feeling a flat toned chest instead of breasts underneath his lover’s shirt, and the feeling of being inside of him, was definitely different than being with a woman.
Being with JJ was unique…and exciting…and amazing, to say the least. When he had been with women he had always got pleasure from the responsive ones, and JJ was definitely responsive. He could always tell when something he did made JJ feel good because he did nothing to hold back his moans and groans of pleasure. As Drake touched that sensitive spot inside of him JJ would scream his name and dig his short fingernails into his back. He had always wanted to be considered a good lover but there was still something a little distinctive about how his reaction to JJ. When he was with JJ, he found himself wanting to make him feel incredible…wanting to hear his name from JJ’s lips.
“Oh no,” he thought to himself. This was not a very good track for his mind to be on; especially being naked and holding an almost naked JJ in his arms. He glanced at his, angelic, sleeping face and felt a little ashamed. Here he was having dirty thoughts about him while he slept peacefully. Besides, he needed to remember that though JJ liked him, obviously enough to sleep with him, he was in love with Dee. This whole situation was JJ’s way to use him for sex and maybe a little companionship thrown in; he needed to stay detached.
He could not stop thinking about this relationship, or should he say arrangement? As far as relationships go Drake had always enjoyed being in one, having someone there. He guessed that was probably why he always seemed to have a girlfriend or just been dumped by one. He was the fool of love, who just kept hoping the one he had was the one for him, but it never happened that way. It was funny, most men he knew cared more about the chase, the game, of dating. Constantly on the prowl for one that you liked that liked you back, at least liked you enough to have sex with you. He was different, the moments like this one, where he held someone close to him as he went to sleep were what he sought after.
He smiled and gazed up at the ceiling as he thought, “Having two parents that were hopelessly in love with each other must have spoiled me.” It was one of the reasons that he could not really get angry at his mother for trying to fix him up after all. He knew that all she was trying to do was give her son a taste of the happiness she had shared with his father for nearly twenty years before he had been taken away from her. His father had been a cop, a regular street cop in Staten Island. One day, he happened upon a robbery while going into a convenience store to buy a cup of coffee and a pack of cigarettes. The burglar panicked and opened fire, his father was rushed to a hospital but there was nothing they could do. His mother had managed to be there in time to say goodbye before he had slipped away.
He knew in his heart that if his father were alive, they would still be together. His mother had not seemed to look at another man since his passing and he would not be the one to urge her to go out and find someone knew. His mother had told him after his death that her father had loved her more than anyone else and she felt the same way; so it would never be fair to the next man in her life to be second best. He envied her now, he was getting older and craved that kind of love for himself, but it seemed impossible.
All he knew that these past few weeks he had felt happier; more carefree. He was still unsure of where this would lead or how long it would last, but he supposed that all he could do was wait and see.
To Be Continued…
Author’s Notes:
I apologize for the long wait for the update, and that it is a little shorter than the previous chapters. I have at least 3 more parts planned and will hopefully have the next one typed up within a few weeks. Thanks for the reviews.
“Strings Attached”
By: Nova Starlight
Part 4: Time Apart
It was four in the afternoon and JJ was happy and whistling to himself as he walked towards the office he shared with his partner, Drake. This seemed to be his usual mood in the past few weeks since he and Drake had begun spending time together. Since their first trip to the movies together, and the following afternoon spent in bed, they had been practically inseparable. The work environment was calm, and JJ had even noticed that he saw less and less of Dee around the precinct. “Maybe because you are not running around looking for him all the time,” he thought to himself. “Doesn’t matter, the point is I don’t have to worry about Dee.”
Of course, everything was going well outside of work as well. It seemed that every evening was spent at one apartment or another, watching TV, talking, listening to records at Drake’s. In fact, they had been spending so much time together that the bartender of the pub by Drake’s apartment called both of them by name when they came in, and the local pizza and Chinese food restaurants had their takeout orders memorized by their address. Tonight, he was looking forward to an evening making love in his apartment. He could feel the shiver that ran through his body at the thought and the blush that flooded his cheeks. “This is nuts, my body is still reacting like I’m some virginal school girl,” his mind screamed. His attention was caught, when he saw Drake putting on his jacket and looking as if he were rushing out and then quickly turning around and going back into their office. “Where was Drake rushing off to?” he wondered.
He sped up and practically ran into the office, slamming the door behind him. “Where are you off to in a rush?” he asked.
Drake looked up in surprise and then the realization hit him that JJ probably expected they would be spending the evening together. He was silent for a moment as his eyes scanned the room and then reached for the object he had been searching for, his wallet, from his desk.
During this silence, JJ asked, “Do you have plans tonight?” He had been trying to sound casual and was not very sure if he was succeeding. At the continued silence, he was unable to hold back the question, “Do you have a date?” The minute he heard the words escape his lips, he wanted to take them back. Did he really want to know if Drake did have a date? Their relationship was supposed to be one of convenience that could be easily terminated; but he had to admit that he had come to rely on him.
Drake’s response was a bit of a nervous laugh. Then he put his wallet into his back pants pocket and looked at JJ smiling. “Yeah, I guess you could say I have a date, I can’t break.” JJ felt the familiar pang of rejection at his words and focused all of his energy on not letting it show on his face. His body was warring between a tantrum of tears and slapping Drake as hard as he could; he had no right to do either. As much as he tried to suppress it, there must have been some visible reaction on his face; because Drake approached him and placed his hand on his shoulder. “JJ,” he began in a soft voice. “I’m having dinner with my Mom.”
“What?!” JJ exclaimed. His response he knew was excessive, but he seemed to be losing control. When it came to Drake, it seemed he was barely able to control himself at all.
“My Mom lives on Staten Island, and she invited me to dinner,” Drake explained. “Sorry, I did not mention it sooner, she just called a few minutes ago.”
JJ breathed a sigh of relief. Had his panic been too noticeable? He needed to deflect the attention Drake was focusing on him before he became concerned. He moved away and pretended be glancing through a file as he asked offhandedly, “Any special occasion?”
Drake was smiling as he replied, “No, just the usual buffet of expectations with a generous desert of guilt. You know, ‘When are you going to find a nice girl and give me some grandchildren?’; the usual.”
JJ forced a laugh at Drake’s attempt at humor. “Why was this bothering him so much?” he asked himself. Drake was straight, at least primarily, it was perfectly normal for his mother to expect him to find some bimbo and start having babies. So why did the prospect of Drake meeting someone else bring a pain to his chest? His eyes opened wide in shock and he was glad that Drake could not see him. It finally dawned on him what that pain he was feeling was, it was exactly the same feeling that pierced his heart when he saw Dee and Ryo together. This was insanity, Dee was his great unrequited love and Drake was simply a friend with benefits; there was no way that his feelings for the two could be similar. As his mind was racing, Drake had moved behind him again and placed his hands on JJ’s shoulders. He leaned his head forward and said, “I am sorry about not telling you before I went rushing off.”
JJ’s new realization of his feeling seemed to amplify the tingle that raced through him at hearing Drake’s breathy voice and feeling his hot breath against the small hairs at the nape of his neck. He quickly stepped away again, heading towards the hat rack, where his jacket was hanging. “What are you apologizing for,” he admonished. “You do not have to clear all of your plans with me.” He looked back at Drake while he slid his jacket on, and he could not really read the expression on his face. He turned away again and began to prepare himself to return to his apartment, alone.
“Hey, JJ!” Drake called out as his hand gripped the doorknob. When he turned around Drake was holding out a key. “Here is a spare key to my place, come by later if you want.” At the look of surprise on his face, he seemed to rethink his offer. “I mean…uh…if you don’t want to…” JJ snatched the key from his hand and gave him a swift kiss. He opened the door and quickly darted out, with a quick peak back, and saw Drake standing there with a blush on his face.
…
When JJ arrived at his apartment, he had no intention of going over to Drake’s apartment. He looked down at the key that he still held in his hand and could not stop himself from smiling. He told himself that it was enough to be given a spare key in the first place. The last thing he wanted to do was seem clingy and have Drake push him away in response. He hung up his jacket and ordered his dinner and curled up in the chair with a book. Before he and Drake had begun their relationship this had been his usual evening, but tonight it was not enough.
Hours later, he had already finished his dinner, picked up and put down his book a dozen times, and he just could not get into it. He looked at the clock and realized that he had only been home s few hours. Drake was most likely still at his mother’s house, enjoying dinner, and he found his curiosity growing. He had to wonder what type of house Drake had grown up in, did he have any brothers or sisters? He had been Drake’s partner for many years but he knew very little about his personal life, his family, it seemed strange to him to now. He leaped up and reached for his coat and the spare key, Drake had given him.
…
When he opened the door to Drake’s place, he half expected to see Drake lying there on the bed in his boxers, or lounging on the couch, drawling sexily on a cigarette. The room seemed dingy and plain without him there. He felt the tightening in his chest and was still shocked by it. He shook his head and for the first time, he began to truly investigate his surroundings.
His gaze landed on the photos hanging on the wall. The first appeared to be a young Drake in a cap and gown with a small group of people around him; presumably his parents, maybe other relatives. The next looked like a graduation from police academy with just two women standing beside him. He observed that one was too old to be a girlfriend and the other too young to be a girlfriend; Mother and Sister? He laughed as he took in that particular photo, seeing Drake in that blue uniform. Many detectives despised that uniform, relating it to their time spent doing grunt work for other detectives. His eyes were drawn back to the face of his mother, though she smiled her eyes seemed sad somehow. He wondered what the reason was for that sadness.
He looked at the rest of the barren wall and wondered where the rest of Drake’s photos were, did he even have any other photos? Maybe he had been saving that space for the rest of his major life experiences like getting married, or his children. His eyes darted around the room, trying to put that thought from his head. There was a bookshelf in the corner and what looked to be leather bound albums on the top shelf. “There, that’s it!” he thought to himself. He grabbed one album from the shelf and laid down on Drake’s bed to immerse himself in the snapshots and see what he could learn.
…
Hours later, Drake sighed with relief as he approached his apartment building. Between the taxi to the port, just barely managing to catch the ferry, and the subway ride home, he was definitely exhausted. He could not wait to take a hot relaxing shower and crawl into bed with…he nearly walked into a payphone as he realized exactly who his mind seemed to think would be there waiting in his bed, JJ. He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration and continued into the building. JJ would not be waiting for him, he had no idea where JJ was tonight or what he was doing. “Or even who he might be doing,” he thought to himself bitterly. Wait, what was he thinking, JJ was not like that, or was he? “Oh Damn it! I have got to stop thinking like this! I’m just exhausted and I am thinking weird stuff.”
It was all his mother’s fault. He loved his mother, do not get him wrong, but he had been blindsided when he had shown up for what he had believed to be a quite family dinner. It turned out his mom’s impromptu dinner invitation had been an impromptu matchmaking session with a local nurse who worked at his mother’s doctor’s office. It was not that she was unattractive, she had just been so dull and boring. During the dinner the conversation was forced along by his mother and the atmosphere was tense. I guess what bothered him more than anything about her was the way she smiled. Not that there had been much to smile about during dinner, but when she did smile it was what could only be described as a “polite” smile. It was definitely not like JJ’s smile, that would brighten up his whole face and the room around him. “Damn,” he cursed to himself, as the elevator stopped on his floor. What the hell was wrong with him, there he, JJ, was again, popping into his mind. To be honest, he did not really know how to handle the current situation at all; he liked JJ, and the sex had been great, but was this all a really good idea?
He opened the door and was surprised when he saw that JJ was lying in his bed asleep. His temperature began to rise, and his pulse began to race. He looked away and practically ran for the bathroom to take a shower. He needed to cool his head, his body was already responding just by looking at him fully clothed on his bed. this was not good.
When he came back into the room, he felt much calmer. JJ was still sleeping soundly and Drake now noticed that he was holding something in his hands; a photo album. He had to laugh, JJ had been looking through old photos, had he been curious or just bored? Gently, he pulled the album from his grasp and set it on the bedside table. Though he had just managed to calm down he recognized that he would need to undress JJ, who was still wearing the clothes he had worked in up to and including his tie. He only had a towel wrapped around his waist and he steadied his hands and began undressing him.
This was one of the times when he was struck how different it was to be like this with JJ versus being with a woman, though not necessarily in a bad way. As he dropped his towel and slid into bed beside JJ, he pulled him close. The legs wrapped around him had fine hair and a little more muscle than he was used to, and obviously there was the feeling of JJ’s soft member lying against his leg. Despite all of this, he had to admit that he loved the feeling of holding JJ in his arms. He placed a gentle kiss on JJ’s forehead and let his fingers run through his soft hair.
So what did it mean that he was now laying here, holding a man, and enjoying it? He had to wonder if Ryo ever asked himself these same questions; especially since Dee was the first man he had ever been with. Initially, there had been many things he had found odd about being with JJ, the slightly rougher skin of his hands as he held them, feeling a flat toned chest instead of breasts underneath his lover’s shirt, and the feeling of being inside of him, was definitely different than being with a woman.
Being with JJ was unique…and exciting…and amazing, to say the least. When he had been with women he had always got pleasure from the responsive ones, and JJ was definitely responsive. He could always tell when something he did made JJ feel good because he did nothing to hold back his moans and groans of pleasure. As Drake touched that sensitive spot inside of him JJ would scream his name and dig his short fingernails into his back. He had always wanted to be considered a good lover but there was still something a little distinctive about how his reaction to JJ. When he was with JJ, he found himself wanting to make him feel incredible…wanting to hear his name from JJ’s lips.
“Oh no,” he thought to himself. This was not a very good track for his mind to be on; especially being naked and holding an almost naked JJ in his arms. He glanced at his, angelic, sleeping face and felt a little ashamed. Here he was having dirty thoughts about him while he slept peacefully. Besides, he needed to remember that though JJ liked him, obviously enough to sleep with him, he was in love with Dee. This whole situation was JJ’s way to use him for sex and maybe a little companionship thrown in; he needed to stay detached.
He could not stop thinking about this relationship, or should he say arrangement? As far as relationships go Drake had always enjoyed being in one, having someone there. He guessed that was probably why he always seemed to have a girlfriend or just been dumped by one. He was the fool of love, who just kept hoping the one he had was the one for him, but it never happened that way. It was funny, most men he knew cared more about the chase, the game, of dating. Constantly on the prowl for one that you liked that liked you back, at least liked you enough to have sex with you. He was different, the moments like this one, where he held someone close to him as he went to sleep were what he sought after.
He smiled and gazed up at the ceiling as he thought, “Having two parents that were hopelessly in love with each other must have spoiled me.” It was one of the reasons that he could not really get angry at his mother for trying to fix him up after all. He knew that all she was trying to do was give her son a taste of the happiness she had shared with his father for nearly twenty years before he had been taken away from her. His father had been a cop, a regular street cop in Staten Island. One day, he happened upon a robbery while going into a convenience store to buy a cup of coffee and a pack of cigarettes. The burglar panicked and opened fire, his father was rushed to a hospital but there was nothing they could do. His mother had managed to be there in time to say goodbye before he had slipped away.
He knew in his heart that if his father were alive, they would still be together. His mother had not seemed to look at another man since his passing and he would not be the one to urge her to go out and find someone knew. His mother had told him after his death that her father had loved her more than anyone else and she felt the same way; so it would never be fair to the next man in her life to be second best. He envied her now, he was getting older and craved that kind of love for himself, but it seemed impossible.
All he knew that these past few weeks he had felt happier; more carefree. He was still unsure of where this would lead or how long it would last, but he supposed that all he could do was wait and see.
To Be Continued…
Author’s Notes:
I apologize for the long wait for the update, and that it is a little shorter than the previous chapters. I have at least 3 more parts planned and will hopefully have the next one typed up within a few weeks. Thanks for the reviews.