Jack stared blissfully into the road ahead, his eyes locked in a place that only he could describe as heaven. His breathe was labored and his forehead was sweaty. He looked distractedly at the road and noticed he was coming up at a red light. Beautiful, he thought, this should give him some time to get his thoughts together. He glanced into the review mirror and could almost make out his loves car and smiled, recalling the events of tonight. He didn't know what made his love so upset, but he knew he was going to find out. He hated how his love looked at him this afternoon, upset, doubtful; crushed, angry, and fearful. He hated those emotions that had decided to stay in his loves chocolate brown eyes. He hated it severely, almost as much as he hated Amita.
He saw the light turn green and put his car into gear, now thinking about the pleasant events that had happened tonight. He thought back to how he had made the pain go away. How he had turned his sad eyes into happy ones. How he had made his love forget. That's all the matter to him. His loves happiness and it was wonderful that his love was happy with him. He knew they were meant together if tonight wasn't sign then what is. He knew from the moment that they entered the restaurant that they looked perfect for each other in the eyes of many, and he loved it. It felt so natural to be with his love, to talk to him. It was natural that he thought his love had driven with him and would be living with him, but he knew he had to be patient. Amita has his loves eyes covered with her deceit, and his love was too innocent to realize. Ah another fabulous quality of his love. His innocence was so pure so bright it was dazzling to look at. His love always cared about other people and never put himself in front of anyone, but some people take advantage of that. He scowled thinking of his family and friends. He didn't mind the father, his father did a great job creating something so beautiful, it was his friends and brother he had problem with. When he had researched his love on the internet he found that he was not as widely accepted as he first thought.
These friends of his had ridiculed him for being so smart, making fun of him because he wasn't as tough as them. That was probably the reason he saw his love at the gym all those times. Trying to please the people who can't stand his presence, he had also read that his brother Don used to beat up his love because he was different. In fact in his view the whole team did that, but mentally instead. Making his love feel like a peasant when he was really a king, he hated them. They did not deserve someone like his love. He stared at his house coming into view and smiled to himself. Oh had to remember it wasn't going to stay his house for long it was soon to be our house. He loved how the word our rolled off his tongue, it tasted beautiful. He looked at the house again as he pulled into the drive way. He cut the engine off quickly and got out of the car. If his plan was going to work he had to do this at the right time. He walked slowly towards the entrance of his house and opened the door. He looked at the time one o' clock, good. He casually put his jacket on the hanger and picked up the phone. He leaned slightly on the desk that his phone sat on.
He dialed the numbers quickly. His breathe coming out in short pants waiting to hear his voice.
"Hello," his love said frantic. He smiled to himself, perfect.
"Hey, Charlie, it's Jack-," he never got to finish his statement, because he was quickly cut off.
"Oh, Jack I'm glad you called. I know this may sound strange but have you seen my wallet," his love asked him desperately. He smiled to himself, everything was going perfectly. He looked at the black leather object lying on his desk and smiled once more mouthing a silent thank you towards it.
"Oh, yeah that's why I called you," he started out smoothly. He had to take this carefully; this wasn't a brilliant plan but if it got the job done then yes he would roll with it. "See I sort of have it," he pretended to stutter out.
"Why," his love asked clearly confused. Yes, he already threw the line out, now time to catch the fish.
"Remember when I told you to hand over your wallet, because tonight you weren't going to pay for anything," He stated out simply, anticipation etching into the corner of his eyes.
"Oh," his love started out, "Yeah and you said if I picked up a dime or even looked at one you would throw water on me," He heard his love laugh on the other side and joy quickly came into his heart.
"I was wondering if I could come over and give your wallet back at home," he asked, all possibly answers and replies forming inside his head during the silence.
"Why can't you give it to me at school," he asked curiously, Jack smiled at his love he never missed a beat.
"Because the students will probably think something is up after that kid confronted me," he answered simply.
"What kid," his love asked now interested.
"He said his name was Brian he saw us..Uummm when we were on the floor," he answered back a little turned on by the thought by today's accident. His love paused for a second and stuttered out,
"O-o-oh, alright," he could hear the blush on his loves face. His erection became bigger at the thought. "I mean I guess this is good since my dad wants to meet you," he answered back. He had him. He had caught his fish. He looked at his watch and saw one ten on it. He wanted to talk to him a little while longer but stopped in spite of himself. He needed to be rested for tomorrow, another plan to his love to realize his that he loved him and not Amita forming into his, and for the big day when he takes his love. He mind had everything set for the day he would bring his love into his home, willing or not he knew his love loved to play hard to get so the struggle would be fun. He looked at the calendar and saw the circled date. Two weeks and he would be his. "Ummmm Jack," he heard him hesitantly say through the phone. He smiled at his shyness.
"Sorry, I'm kind of tired," he lazily.
"Oh sorry, thank you for calling, bye," his love easily replied back.
"Bye," he said hanging up the phone. "I love you," he whispered to himself and to his love. He knew things for him and his love were going to jump off at this moment right now, he knew it. He looked at the calendar again and sighed happily. Two more weeks, and his love would really feel how much he loved him. He would make him feel the pleasures he feels when he looks at him, smells him, watches him. It would be perfect, they would be perfect, a perfect night for the perfect couple. He smiled once more his shiny teeth glowing in the darkness. He walked slowly into his bedroom and saw the man that was there was still alive. He looked at him with disgust. His love would look his best covered in blood, crying and have numerous cuts and bruises on his body, but this man just made him want to puke. He took the gag off him and was welcomed to listen to his unholy voice.
"Why," he asked for the millionth time, "Why are doing this to me," listening to his voice made him angry. He wasn't his love. He didn't deserve to have brown hair an d brown eyes.
"Shut up," Jack shouted back, anger consuming rational thought once more.
"Why," the man asked once more and his shot for life was blown out the window.
"You want to know," he shouted back his mood had gone sour instantly, "Your not smart enough, not innocent enough, your hair isn't brown enough, your eyes aren't brown enough," Jack shouted. Screw it, he had read that his loves brother was in the FBI meaning that he was working on this case it was time to let people know who he was after.