My Jelly Boyfriend

by pmcapture

Science is important. It envelops our knowledge of our world around us, and even what lies beyond the realm of our atmosphere. However, it can also fulfill...practical desires. This is the story of how scientists finally artificially created a conscious being for the first time in history, answering every last question about ourselves. The conscious being escapes to find its love

11. Negotiations

Chapter 11 - Negotiations

My jelly boyfriend gave me a look of joy as it was clear to him that I didn't think he would betray me at all. A look of relief washed over both of our faces as we both knew all the drama was over. Well, the worst of it, anyway.

My jelly boyfriend moved up the bed to lay next to me. When we met eye-to-eye, he whispered "Well now what?" I had a couple seconds to think about what he would do with the new form. I thought about any scenario that might obviously happen. I looked deeply into his eyes, and whispered:

"Look, I'm going to give you a set of rules to follow with your new form, alright?" My jelly boyfriend nodded, throughly listening to what I had to say. It was very well apparent that he was placing 100% of his attention towards me. I continued, "Here's how it's going to go down: If you want to walk around in the public, I don't want you ever leaving alone. You understand?" He replied, "But I wouldn't want to be by myself anyway. I always want to be wth you!" I felt one of his tentacles wrapping around my leg. I thought more and more about how we should interact, if we were going out in public.

I said to him, "Here's our 'story': If people ask you, just say that you're my identical twin brother who's visiting for a couple of months. Also, don't ever go into your other forms in public. Not in a subway, not in the car with me, not in a public bathroom, not anywhere! It's also mandatory that we don't make out or do anything intimate in the public eye."

My jelly boyfriend understood perfectly. He knew the reasons behind each decision, except for one. "Why can't we be intimate with each other in public?", he asked. "Well, for one, I always pretend that I'm straight, not into... tentacles. Sometimes people don't like that too often.", I answered. "For another, identical twin brothers don't usually make out in front of everybody either. That's just how life is." My jelly boyfriend asked yet another question: "Why don't people like those who are into tentacles?" This was the hardest question he's asked me so far.

I thought about the question long and hard. Unable to come up with a reason he would understand, I simply replied, "It's just how people can be sometimes." It was at this moment where I looked over at him, and I saw him start to cry tears of sadness. I reached around him for a hug, and he hugged me back, crying into my chest. "There there," I said, rubbing my hand across his head, "It's going to be okay. We have each other, and when we have each other, the whole world won't be able to hurt us."

He looked up into my eyes, with a smile on his face. "You mean it?!", he asked in wonder. "More than anything", I replied. "Oh Mark... you know how to make everything better..." We opened both of our mouths, french kissing the night away, before I eventually closed my eyes, and went to sleep.