Chapter Twenty One
The next day, Jack and Karen were already packing to move to the new house. "You know, I'm kinda happy to be leaving here," he said, as he taped the top of one of the boxes. "I would to. It would suck to live next to Grace," Karen replied, making a disgusted face. "It does suck and it was worse when Will was here. I had to see him every morning with his flab hanging everywhere," Jack said, as he gagged. "Aww honey, it's alright. No more Wilma," she replied, caressing his hair. He smiled and kissed her cheek. "Thanks for this Kare. It means a lot to me for you to let me move in with you," he said, as she smiled back at him. "Well you let me move in here. I'm just returning the favor," she replied, as Rosario walked through the door. "The movers are here," she informed them, as two men came in behind her.
When they got to the house, Carter was already in the kitchen, making herself a drink. "What time did you get here?" Karen asked when she saw her sister. "Oh, I don't remember," Carter answered, as she opened the refrigerator to put the jar of olives back in it. Karen immediately noticed all the alcoholic beverages stuffed inside it. "Aww sis, did you put all that in there?" she asked, as she smiled. "Yeah, comes with the house," Carter answered, chuckling. "Hey ladies," Jack said, as he came into the kitchen with two boxes in his arms. He set them down on the dining table and let out a breath. "Those were heavy," he said, wiping away some sweat on his forehead. "Aww I'm sorry honey," Karen replied, wrapping an arm around his neck. "It's alright," he said, as Carter handed him a bottle of water. "Hey hey! What is that doing in here?" Karen asked, pointing to the bottle. "No non-alcoholic beverages allowed!" she exclaimed, crossing her arms. "My bad," Carter said, holding her hands up in defense. "Where should we put these?" one of the movers asked, coming into the kitchen with three boxes. "Oh, those are the ones that go upstairs. I'll show you," Jack answered, as he walked toward them. They walked out of the kitchen and Carter immediately closed the door. Karen noticed the serious look on her face and she swallowed hard. "What's going on?" she asked, a little frightened. "Relax, I'm not going to hit you," Carter answered. "What's going on? What's happening? What's with the serious look on your face?" Karen asked. "I need to talk to you about Jack," Carter answered, grabbing her drink. "What about him?" Karen asked curiously, as she herself walked to the refrigerator and started making a drink. "I see the looks you give him, Karen," Carter answered smiling. "What looks? I give him normal looks," Karen said, as Carter shook her head. "No, you know what I'm talking about. Those loving looks and those sexual looks. I swear sometimes I think you're just going to take him down to the floor," she replied, laughing at the thought. "He'll never love me in that way, will he?" Karen asked, a little disheartened. "So I am right about those looks?" Carter asked back, as Karen nodded. "Yeah and it's gotten worse lately. He's all I ever think about. That's one of the reasons why I asked him to move in with me. I can't stand not being with him," she answered sighing. "Aww this is so cute," Carter said, holding a hand up to her heart. "No, it isn't. It's stupid just like me. How can I think Jack will love me when he is gay?" Karen asked, as the door swung open. "I'm back!" Jack exclaimed, dancing. Karen looked at Carter and sighed. "What did I tell ya?" she asked, as she then turned her attention back to her best friend.
:: Carter and Associates ::
It was a beautiful Friday afternoon and just when Carter thought she would get peace and quiet while singing some papers, Jack came rushing through the door. "I have to talk to you!" he exclaimed, his hands shaking. "What's wrong?" she asked worriedly. "I'm in love with Karen," he answered, as she burst into laughter. "Well I already knew that," she said nonchalantly. "You did?" he asked, as she nodded. "Of course. It's so obvious," she answered. "Do you think Karen knows?" he asked, sitting down. "Nah, I don't think she does," Carter answered, shaking her head. "I want to tell her, but I need to know when and that's why I'm here," he said. "You want me to help you?" she asked, as he nodded rapidly. "Please. I'll love you forever if you do," he answered, as she let out a soft giggle. "Well, why don't you tell her tomorrow? After all, it is her birthday," she suggested. "That could work, but where would I take her? You know I don't have the money for something special," he said, looking at the floor ashamed. She smiled and took out her checkbook. "Take this to the bank, get it cashed and take her wherever you want. Buy her whatever presents, I don't care," Carter said, as she began writing on one of the checks. He looked up at her in disbelief. "You're really going to give me the money?" he asked, as she scoffed. "Oh Jack. You can ask me for money whenever you want. I'm wealthy remember?" she asked proudly, as she handed him the check. He looked down at in and then back up at her, a shocked expression on his face. "Twenty-five thousand dollars?" he asked, his jaw dropping to the floor. "Believe me, that'll be enough," she answered, as he nodded. "Well I know that. This is more than enough. I'm just worried, you know? I want everything to be perfect," he said, as she reached out and placed her hand on his cheek. "Jack...You just looking at her makes her happy," she said, as he gave out a half-smile. "Thanks," he replied, kissing her cheek. "Now get out of here. I have work to do," she said, as he got up. "I love you!" he repeated, as he ran out the door. She smiled to herself and then turned back to signing papers.
Meanwhile, Grace was sitting at her desk while Karen was sitting at her own, filing her nails. "I've got no clients. Is this a sign that I'm not a good designer?" the red-haired woman asked. "Honey...you're a great designer!" Karen exclaimed enthusiastically. "Wow Karen. I think that's the first compliment you've ever given me," Grace said, as Karen rolled her eyes. "Don't let it get to your head honey," she replied. "So how is it living with Jack?" Grace asked, changing the subject. "I lived with him before...It's no different," Karen answered, blowing on her nails. "Well I know, but is it weird. Does Jack bring home guys every night?" Grace asked. "God woman, why are you asking me these questions?" Karen asked back. "I was just curious," Grace answered, as Karen shrugged. "Well as a matter of fact, he doesn't bring home guys. It's only been three days anyway. Maybe he'll start bringing them later," she said, pulling out a magazine. "Did he take the animal print room? I made that room if you ever had a little kid over, so obviously Jack belongs in it," Grace said, laughing at her comment. "I'll tell you what. One day, you come over and I'll show you where I sleep, where Jack sleeps and where we placed all of our belongings, okay?" Karen asked, anxious to end the conversation. "Fine," Grace answered, as the phone rang. "A client!" she exclaimed happily, grabbing the ringing phone.
The next day, Jack and Karen were already packing to move to the new house. "You know, I'm kinda happy to be leaving here," he said, as he taped the top of one of the boxes. "I would to. It would suck to live next to Grace," Karen replied, making a disgusted face. "It does suck and it was worse when Will was here. I had to see him every morning with his flab hanging everywhere," Jack said, as he gagged. "Aww honey, it's alright. No more Wilma," she replied, caressing his hair. He smiled and kissed her cheek. "Thanks for this Kare. It means a lot to me for you to let me move in with you," he said, as she smiled back at him. "Well you let me move in here. I'm just returning the favor," she replied, as Rosario walked through the door. "The movers are here," she informed them, as two men came in behind her.
When they got to the house, Carter was already in the kitchen, making herself a drink. "What time did you get here?" Karen asked when she saw her sister. "Oh, I don't remember," Carter answered, as she opened the refrigerator to put the jar of olives back in it. Karen immediately noticed all the alcoholic beverages stuffed inside it. "Aww sis, did you put all that in there?" she asked, as she smiled. "Yeah, comes with the house," Carter answered, chuckling. "Hey ladies," Jack said, as he came into the kitchen with two boxes in his arms. He set them down on the dining table and let out a breath. "Those were heavy," he said, wiping away some sweat on his forehead. "Aww I'm sorry honey," Karen replied, wrapping an arm around his neck. "It's alright," he said, as Carter handed him a bottle of water. "Hey hey! What is that doing in here?" Karen asked, pointing to the bottle. "No non-alcoholic beverages allowed!" she exclaimed, crossing her arms. "My bad," Carter said, holding her hands up in defense. "Where should we put these?" one of the movers asked, coming into the kitchen with three boxes. "Oh, those are the ones that go upstairs. I'll show you," Jack answered, as he walked toward them. They walked out of the kitchen and Carter immediately closed the door. Karen noticed the serious look on her face and she swallowed hard. "What's going on?" she asked, a little frightened. "Relax, I'm not going to hit you," Carter answered. "What's going on? What's happening? What's with the serious look on your face?" Karen asked. "I need to talk to you about Jack," Carter answered, grabbing her drink. "What about him?" Karen asked curiously, as she herself walked to the refrigerator and started making a drink. "I see the looks you give him, Karen," Carter answered smiling. "What looks? I give him normal looks," Karen said, as Carter shook her head. "No, you know what I'm talking about. Those loving looks and those sexual looks. I swear sometimes I think you're just going to take him down to the floor," she replied, laughing at the thought. "He'll never love me in that way, will he?" Karen asked, a little disheartened. "So I am right about those looks?" Carter asked back, as Karen nodded. "Yeah and it's gotten worse lately. He's all I ever think about. That's one of the reasons why I asked him to move in with me. I can't stand not being with him," she answered sighing. "Aww this is so cute," Carter said, holding a hand up to her heart. "No, it isn't. It's stupid just like me. How can I think Jack will love me when he is gay?" Karen asked, as the door swung open. "I'm back!" Jack exclaimed, dancing. Karen looked at Carter and sighed. "What did I tell ya?" she asked, as she then turned her attention back to her best friend.
:: Carter and Associates ::
It was a beautiful Friday afternoon and just when Carter thought she would get peace and quiet while singing some papers, Jack came rushing through the door. "I have to talk to you!" he exclaimed, his hands shaking. "What's wrong?" she asked worriedly. "I'm in love with Karen," he answered, as she burst into laughter. "Well I already knew that," she said nonchalantly. "You did?" he asked, as she nodded. "Of course. It's so obvious," she answered. "Do you think Karen knows?" he asked, sitting down. "Nah, I don't think she does," Carter answered, shaking her head. "I want to tell her, but I need to know when and that's why I'm here," he said. "You want me to help you?" she asked, as he nodded rapidly. "Please. I'll love you forever if you do," he answered, as she let out a soft giggle. "Well, why don't you tell her tomorrow? After all, it is her birthday," she suggested. "That could work, but where would I take her? You know I don't have the money for something special," he said, looking at the floor ashamed. She smiled and took out her checkbook. "Take this to the bank, get it cashed and take her wherever you want. Buy her whatever presents, I don't care," Carter said, as she began writing on one of the checks. He looked up at her in disbelief. "You're really going to give me the money?" he asked, as she scoffed. "Oh Jack. You can ask me for money whenever you want. I'm wealthy remember?" she asked proudly, as she handed him the check. He looked down at in and then back up at her, a shocked expression on his face. "Twenty-five thousand dollars?" he asked, his jaw dropping to the floor. "Believe me, that'll be enough," she answered, as he nodded. "Well I know that. This is more than enough. I'm just worried, you know? I want everything to be perfect," he said, as she reached out and placed her hand on his cheek. "Jack...You just looking at her makes her happy," she said, as he gave out a half-smile. "Thanks," he replied, kissing her cheek. "Now get out of here. I have work to do," she said, as he got up. "I love you!" he repeated, as he ran out the door. She smiled to herself and then turned back to signing papers.
Meanwhile, Grace was sitting at her desk while Karen was sitting at her own, filing her nails. "I've got no clients. Is this a sign that I'm not a good designer?" the red-haired woman asked. "Honey...you're a great designer!" Karen exclaimed enthusiastically. "Wow Karen. I think that's the first compliment you've ever given me," Grace said, as Karen rolled her eyes. "Don't let it get to your head honey," she replied. "So how is it living with Jack?" Grace asked, changing the subject. "I lived with him before...It's no different," Karen answered, blowing on her nails. "Well I know, but is it weird. Does Jack bring home guys every night?" Grace asked. "God woman, why are you asking me these questions?" Karen asked back. "I was just curious," Grace answered, as Karen shrugged. "Well as a matter of fact, he doesn't bring home guys. It's only been three days anyway. Maybe he'll start bringing them later," she said, pulling out a magazine. "Did he take the animal print room? I made that room if you ever had a little kid over, so obviously Jack belongs in it," Grace said, laughing at her comment. "I'll tell you what. One day, you come over and I'll show you where I sleep, where Jack sleeps and where we placed all of our belongings, okay?" Karen asked, anxious to end the conversation. "Fine," Grace answered, as the phone rang. "A client!" she exclaimed happily, grabbing the ringing phone.