JACOBI kept my mouth shut as promised and didn't make fun of Michael as I watched him dance around the kitchen, wearing an apron.God, I wish the apron was the only thing he was wearing though!We never did make it to his parent's house to break the news to them. Instead, we both decided to wait a few more months. Then, after a while, we decided to invite them over to our house.Our house...it feels so strange to call it that, but Michael and I decided to move in together because why should we even bother waiting when both of us knew we couldn't live without each other?"La la la ladi da da hmm," Michael was humming a tune I couldn't recognize. He seemed to be in a relaxed mood and that shocked me. Wasn't he nervous about his parents visiting at all?"Aren't you worried about how your dad will react?" I asked."Hmm? Why would I be worried?" he waved the spatula at me, then started stirring the pot."Because the last time I checked, he is homophobic and possibly would have a heart att
Alison POV Today was a special day. Because it wasn't just any ordinary day, it was my older brother Jacob's wedding day. Life has a funny way of twisting and turning things because my brother was getting married to none other than Michael, my ex-boyfriend. I used to think Michael was the one for me, but now? I couldn't imagine him with anyone else other than Jacob. These two were completely and utterly in love, and I couldn't help but envy them. I wish I could find someone who loved me like that! "Looking hot, Ali. That dress really accentuates your perfectly round ass," Nolan whispered near my neck, and I nearly exploded in flames. This fucker did not know how to stop being an asshole! "Thanks, Nolan. I see you clean up well," I said. I refused to let Nolan piss me off on Jacob and Michael's special day! Besides, I wasn't giving him a fake compliment. I hated to admit it, but he looked good in his tux that was perfectly tailored to fit his body. I could see the outlines of hi
MICHAEL "You aren't even listening!" I jolted back to reality as I heard the high-pitched voice of Alison, my girlfriend of two months. She was sitting in front of me and glaring. "Sorry...what were you saying?" I chuckled nervously. I had the bad habit of zoning out mid-conversation. My friends always made fun of me for it and called me Mr. Daydreamer. "I was telling you about the dinner this Saturday. So you can meet my family, remember?" Alison said. "Don't tell me you forgot!" she gasped. "Oh, right. The dinner with parents. Scary stuff," I said and scratched my head as I tried to remember our conversation from last week. I met Alison in my Introduction to Sculpture class in college and we instantly hit it off. I thought she was cute with her wild and crazy curls, big brown eyes, and full lips. I threw a cheesy pickup line at her and she thought I was funny. At least that's what she said, but let's fa
MICHAEL "So you are the twerp my sister had been seeing," Jacob said and stared at me intently. His intense green eyes looked through the veil of his eyelashes and bored into mine. I suddenly felt a shiver running down my spine. I shifted my feet and looked him up and down in silence. I needed to assess him and see what I was dealing with. He was slightly taller than me. He had a strong, well-defined jaw and a sharp nose. His messy black hair was scattered over his forehead and went past his ears but was not quite long enough to touch his shoulders. I couldn't help but notice the outlines of his muscles that rippled each time he moved. I bet he had six-pack abs underneath that thin t-shirt, I thought. "Are you gonna just stand there like a lamppost, or are you gonna say something?" Jacob barked. "Be nice, Jacob!" Alison scolded him. Jacob didn't look at her and kept his eyes on me. "I would be a lot nicer if I hadn't j
JACOB The dinner was finally over and I was eager to go on my date. It's been a while since I've been out with a guy because I kept meeting creeps who wants nothing but a quick fuck. Well...it's not that I don't like it. I was just starting to get tired of playing around. It was about time I settled down, as Alison mentioned earlier. Nah, I am just kidding. I was nowhere near ready to settle down. What's the fun in that? But for some reason, I felt a twinge of jealousy when I saw her with that new guy. What was his name? Mike? No, it was Michael. I had watched him closely as I tend to do with all of her boyfriends. She was my only sister, so I was naturally protective over her. But Michael seemed alright. He was tall and lean with a head full of light brown hair. He was nicely built as far as I could tell. I noticed a small scar on his chin. When he looked at me with curiosity, his light blue eyes looked expressive and intelli
MICHAEL I said something impulsive and now I regret it. I told Alison that I wanted her brother to join us on our date. I could hardly think when I was around him. And we only hung out for a few hours and we barely talked. Why did I think it was a good idea to spend a whole evening with him? Maybe it was a good idea. I must be overthinking things, and maybe once I spend more time with him, I won't feel flustered anymore. I mean, what am I feeling flustered about in the first place? I had no idea. Alison and I decided to meet them at a Steakhouse for dinner. The plan was to eat some dinner then hit up the local bar to have drinks and play pool. "Um...do we really have to do all that? Can't we just have dinner and go to the movies?" I asked Alison. "Oh come on, we won't be able to talk during the movie, so that would defeat the purpose of spending time together," Alison said dismissively. That was the idea. I fel
JACOB I looked at Michael and wondered what was wrong with him. He had been acting kind of strange, and his face and neck kept turning red. Maybe he was getting sick. Earlier, when I went to the bathroom to check on him, he said he was fine, but I wasn't convinced. So I decided to keep an eye on him. But he seemed to act normal the rest of the evening after we arrived at the bar. I ordered us a round of drinks and split into two teams for the pool. "Michael's on my team since I promised to teach him how to play," I announced and slapped him on the shoulder. "Go ahead and steal my boyfriend, why don't you?" Alison rolled her eyes. "I know how you feel, sister," Francis joked. "Is that okay with you, Mike?" I looked at him and winked. Michael gave me a shy smile. "It's cool." We played a few rounds, and wow...Michael wasn't kidding when he said he was bad at it. He was absolutely terrible.
MICHAEL Shit... I didn't mean to react the way I did when Jacob touched me. And judging by the look on his face, I knew I had offended him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to..." I started to apologize, but he interrupted. "No, it's okay. I understand. I shouldn't have touched your face like that. It was just a natural reaction, and I didn't mean anything by it," Jacob smiled, but he still looked hurt. "No Jacob. I'm serious. I didn't hate it when you...uh...checked my temperature," I let out a nervous chuckle. He smiled at me. His green eyes were sparkling under the moonlight. "So you liked it?"