When the time came, Jesse left before me, and I sat on the couch, staring at my floor for fifteen minutes, wondering what I was going to do. Jack still loved me, but Jesse is my bond-mate, and i know I loved him. Just for being the immature, funny, him. My phone rang in the middle of my thoughts. Jack. My phone I.D. said. I groaned.
"Hello?"
"Schuyler! Baby! Where are you? Jesse is already here and he says he is dying to meet you. Did you forget about the dinner we planned." No Jack, what you planned.
"No, no, sorry. I was, uh, cleaning up actually."
"Oh really? Why?"
"I was planning myself Monopoly. I beat me, and I feel very proud about it."
"Monopoly, eh? Well, Mimi says she cannot wait anymore, and she wants you to come over right away."
"Okay mother. I will." and I hung up, I just wish I had been able to see his face and all. I grabbed my coat and put on my shoes. I headed outside and saw that it was raining. I threw up my hand and whistled and a cab stopped immediantly afterwards. I smiled a thank you and got in the back. I told him the Force's address and I watched New York City roll by at 7 pm, with all the lights and sounds. I started wondering about Jack, he didn't sound the same at all. He sounded well, different. He is different, like, like he kinda died inside. I felt sad, thinking I distroyed his life, and the rest of the way I felt gravely sad.
"Schuyler!" Jack said hugging me, a huge smile on his face. "You made it!" I followed him in, amazed everytime at the beautiful structure and style of the Force's house. I followed Jack to the dining room as a servant opened the doors. I walked in after him and saw Mimi talking with Jesse, asking him how he was, asking him where he was staying. I came in right at his answer.
"Oh, I'm staying with a friend of mine while they are out of town. Funny isn't it? How they had to leave the country when I came here?" he said with a laugh. I wanted to sigh, smile, and laugh with him, but I didn't. I loved his laugh. It made my heart explode when I heard. As a knot came in my stomach as I smiled polietly at Jesse and said hello to Mimi.
"So, Schuyler, I'm guessing you haven't meet Jesse. Schuyler-Jesse. Jesse-Schuyler." I reached over the table to shake his hand as a little shock went through me when I touched his nice warm hand. I shook it a couple times and let go. Feeling very akward around them.
"So, uh, Justin?" I asked.
"Jesse." he corrected, a secret smile in his eyes.
"Oh, sorry. I'm bad at names. Where are you from?"
"Chicago."
"Cool. What's it like down there?"
"Like here, but no water." we laughed. Yet, I only half-heartedly.
"Interesting." Mimi said, picking at her duck. "What made you decide to come down here?"
"I don't know. My father wanted me to get out of Chicago. Look for collages and all. I actually heard him talking about Charles, and I remembered that you guys were my fourth cousins in this cycle. So I wanted to drop in to please daddy, and it seems I also get to meet a friend of yours as well." he explained, taking a bite out of his mashed potatoes.
"Hm." Jack said. I looked around. Mimi was sitting next to Jesse, and Jack was sitting next to me. The table had only four chairs around it. "I see." he said, and he grabbed my hand. Holding it tightly, and I saw him relax more. I tried to pull my hand away, but he wouldn't let go.
"You see what?" Jesse asked, getting his defense up. He was about to plop duck in his mouth when he dropped his fork. "Whoops, let me get that." and he ducked under. I started to tug my hand away from Jack's but he wouldn't let go.
"Jack." I insisted. Just then Jesse came up from under holding his fork, which was now severly bent. His eyes were filled with anger. Oh crap, he saw Jack holding my hand. I started to tug even more, just then Jesse ducked back under and two seconds Jack's chair was flying backwards, with Jack in it. He fell, him no longer holding my and anymore. Mimi and I gasped as Jesse tackled Jack.
"Get off of me!" Jack shouted, as he picked up Jesse and tossed him across the room. He flew, landing in a heap. Mimi and me, gasped again. But Jesse got back up and before we knew it Jesse and Jack were fighting, hard.
"You little twit!" Jack said.
"You bastard!" Jesse responded to him. As it went like that for about twenty minutes. Finally I tried to eat, but Jack accidentally hit my chair making my hand with the knife slip and cut my finger. Really badly.
"Ow! My finger! You guys made me cut my finger!" I screamed, tears of pain rolling down my face. Both boys stopped and Mimi, actually being nice to me, brought me to the bathroom and helped me clean off my finger of duck meat germs.
"I am so sorry!" Mimi said sincerely.
"No worries." I said, after my finger as taken care of. "Truce." I said, holding out my good hand. "I don't want to steal Jack from you, and I give you know no harm anymore. Truce?" and she took my hand.
"Truce." we smiled, and I walked outside, as Mimi went to tell them I was leaving. I walked outside and into my cab before either could catch me, and I told the driver to step on it as fast he could. Instead of the half-an-hour drive it was ten minutes. I gave him a hundred, telling him to keep the change. My total was only thirty. I walked inside, went up to my room, changed into my pajamas and fell asleep. I was asleep through everything. Even when Jesse got home. I was just to mad at him to walk up, and to afraid of the dream I was having to know what was real or not. It was horrible.