Valentine's Day
It's Valentine's Day and I feel torn. On one hand I hated the day because I was always single. Then on the other I was no longer single but I had lingering resentment from when I was which made it hard to enjoy my date with Jason. He took me to Buca di Beppo in Santa Monica. He got us into the kitchen booth so it was just us. It was romantic. I was so self-conscious when I ordered though. I tried to order light so I didn't seem like a pig even though everything was family style. "Are you sure that's all you're going to eat?" Jason asks. "Yeah, why?" I reply. "No reason," he says nonchalantly. "I'm starting to get the feeling you took me here just to see me pig out," I tease.
"No! Of course not!" Jason says hurt. "I'm just kidding," I say kissing his cheek. He hugs me closely and I smile wider. I take a drink of my soda. "So, how's school going for you my love?" I ask excited to hear about what he has learned. "Oh! I learned how to make a perfect soufflé… After many of them sank." He mutters the last part embarrassed. I just laugh with love. "Jason. Babe. That's the one of the hardest culinary dishes to master. Don't feel bad." I say and rope him in with my arm around his neck in kind of a headlock. But I only do it to kiss his cheek and nuzzle him.
Relaxing at my touch his smile returns. "You always know what to say Gus. I wish I could speak as well as you." He says. I just bush getting less articulate with those words of praise."Y-you make it up in other ways. You're more of a physical guy and that's what I like about you. Like right now. Can you guess what exactly I need?" I ask and he happily and quickly kisses me with love. Immediately breathless I pull away with a smile. "See?" I say knowing he knows how to make me happy, even without me asking for things.
After our lunch we walk around a bit in the third street promenade to work off our food. I'm practically dying though. I was so full but at least we got to take things home so I didn't actually die. After we head to his home where I've practically been living for a while now, we head up to the tower where he first told me about his mom. Laying down on the floor we stare out the gothic window pane of his tower. Happily on our back Jason has an arm around me and my head is resting on his shoulder. It's a lovely clouded sky with a bit of rain so it's a bit of a somber afternoon. It's then Jason looks down at me. "Hey. Gus?" He asks calmly. "How would you feel about maybe moving in with me? Like if I moved out into an apartment and then you come live with me?"
Blushing as my heart quickens. "Y-you know I have a lot of issues right? My autism and bipolar depression, having to make sure my meds are taken care so I can take them, and then there are other things I'd have to learn to take care of myself completely?" I ask wondering if he truly thought everything through. He just smiles but not a full bright smile because he respects my seriousness. "I would help you. I love you Gus. I wouldn't let you be unhappy. I want us to start a life together."
Looking at him in shock I sit up a bit. "Y-you do?" I ask and he smiles as he nods and reaches into his pocket. He produces a tiny black box and pops it open. My eyes blow wide in even bigger shock. "Jason you're not-!" "I am." He cuts me off and sits up with a smile. "Gustavo High-De La Garza, will you marry me?" My hand shoots up to cover my mouth in shock. Tears drop down my face. I don't know what is going on. Is this really reality? "Y-yes! Please yes!" I answer Jason happily and lunge forward and hug him tight before kissing him loving. I don't let go and just hold him crying a bit as I'm so happy.