A/N: This chapter takes place later on the same day as last chapter. It's Another long chapter. Mostly backstory, flashbacks, and exposition. But for whatever reason, I felt like it moved the plot along. Promise, the next chapter is very, very interesting, and it will be new and original about a past event in Jason and Daisy's lives, and not just another rewrite. References to events in Katdog161 "Heal My Insanity".
Chapter 10: {What Do You Say?} (Updated)
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(A Few Hours Later)
Jason sat on the couch, waiting for the love of his life to come home from her work. He debated if he would enjoy playing some video game on Daisy's Xbox One.
Doubtful I am that she ever talks to her women friends that she knows through work and from her college days, that she likes relaxing by getting all dorky and playing video games at least once or twice a week. And her gaming time isn't ever long in comparison to these professional gamers.
For Daisy's last birthday, Jason surprised Daisy when he gifted her a newly bought her the brand new Xbox One.
She had asked Jason how he knew that she liked playing video games. And Jason had responded that he noticed the Xbox 360 hooked up to the living room television. At first Jason had assumed that the video console was his brother Grant's, and that Daisy hadn't bothered to remove it off of the Television stand. And Jason was sure that Grant had been the one that had bought and owned that Xbox 360.
After living with Daisy for quite some time however, he realized that she enjoyed played video games just as much as Grant did.
Before he gave Daisy her birthday present, he had not once watched Daisy ever play on the Xbox. Jason figured that Daisy did not play video games constantly, and probably only spent time playing Xbox whenever Jason would head to bed before her, or if he was at work and she was all alone in the house. That's when she would sneak in her clandestine video gaming, Jason believed.
And it had filled Jason with joy when Daisy kissed him on the mouth and thanked him for the new Xbox One.
But Daisy was insistent on letting Jason know, that it was their Xbox. And not just Daisy's. She said that now, since Jason now knows about how she can sometimes be secretly enamored by playing video games to kill time, she won't hide her dorky and goofy passions from him any longer.
And he did play her both of those Xbox's, only on rare moments when he was absolutely bored beyond sense. But he usually enjoyed watching Daisy play games for no longer than an hour, and she usually only played for a few nights out of the month.
That was heaven for Jason. Sitting on one end of the couch as he rubbed Daisy's sweet feet as they talked about how hard to defeat or how ridiculously cliché and comical whatever villain Daisy was fighting in one of the video games that they played.
One night particularly, Jason thought of and reminisced on.
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Daisy had been gaming on the Xbox 360 in the living room. The large high definition TV allowed for the player to sit far away from the TV screen.
It was two months after Jason came to live with Daisy in her home. And in just under a month of living together, the two admitted the love that they had for each other, and agreed to begin a relationship.
Not as best friends, but as lovers, or as boyfriend and girlfriend. Regardless of how the public world viewed the unorthodox union of the a woman dating the brother of her murdered, then boyfriend.
That night, Jason watched Daisy play some shooting game, while she laid her bare feet on top of Jason's lap as he gave his queen a relaxing massage. She had not ask him to rub her feet, it was just something that Jason had decided to do on his own. And Daisy did not refuse his comforting fingers. So he assumed that he was doing a decent job of massaging Daisy's feet, even though he only had nine fingers to work with.
At this point in their romance, Jason had moved into Daisy's house about three months prior, and they had only been officially dating for around two months at this point. They began dating after two weeks of Jason living with Daisy, after they had both discussed their desire to become boyfriend and girlfriend.
They both sat there in their pajama pants and plain white t-shirts.
Jason had expressed his opinion to Daisy, by saying that she wasn't weird or unusual for being a female that also enjoyed video games as a minor hobby. And he didn't think she should be embarrassed by having other people know that she is a video game player. This was the era of popular girl gamers on YouTube, always conveniently wearing apparel that just so happened to always be festooning their cleavage. Probably in order to make their video thumbnail more appealing to horny teenage boys, ensuring that they would get more views.
And he hadn't been suggesting to Daisy at all that she should be a professional gamer girl. He had only mentioned this as a way of showing the normalization of women gamers these days.
Daisy had answered Jason be saying he was probably right, that enjoying video games every now and then wasn't that weird for a lady.
Jason had given her a response in which he said that just as Daisy didn't mind the rumors and gossip about his and her relationship, then she should not care if people know that she plays video games in her free time. It's not like she's a video game addict, he added.
That's when Daisy paused the game that she was playing and looked over at Jason. And with gleaming sapphire eyes told Jason that he actually sounded wise in his old man advice. She of course had said this in their usual mutually sarcastic back and forth banter.
Jason grinned and talked about how his numerous and sleep depriving nightmares had lessened ever since he moved in to live with her. Daisy made him feel "normal" again, or passably close to normal. And he told her as much.
Daisy had asked if he felt more relaxed living with her than he would on his own. He had then responded by saying that he wasn't entirely sure if his sleep had improved because he was with her now as her boyfriend and living with her, or if he simply was sleeping better because enough time had passed since he was back home and no longer living his life in an adrenaline fueled adventure.
Daisy had flashed a sweet smile and told him that she was definitely the reason. She did so in the usual sarcastic and friendly back and forth that the two of them have always had with each other. And Jason couldn't resist smiling back at her.
As they talked with the paused game in the background, Jason hadn't stopped massaging Daisy's feet as he apologized for his rash and inconsiderate decision to abandon all of his friends as he proclaimed that he was staying behind to live out his hero's fantasy as Citra's chosen warrior.
During that time in his life, Jason was going through a chaotic combination of middle-child syndrome, rebellious behavior, an existential identity crisis, a socially unacceptable taboo of having this secret more than platonic love for his older brother's girlfriend, and finally, his foreboding intentions of future estrangement and eventual breaking up with his current girlfriend, Liza.
If Daisy had not ever existed in Jason's life, then he likely wouldn't have had such undeserving resentment towards Liza. She was the perfect girlfriend, and the only reason that Jason resented Liza was simply due to the fact that she was not the woman that he was obsessed with.
She wasn't Daisy.
But after only about two months of time had passed after returning to Santa Monica, Jason had realized how much of a dick he was to Liza, a girl who's kind heart and friendly nature did not deserve in any way shape or form. And he now knows that he should never have treated Liza with such unwarranted anger and resentment. If Jason had been a mature adult, like he should have been at his then age of twenty-four, he would have sat down with Liza and have had an adult conversation with her about how he did not think that their romantic relationship was working out anymore, and that he wished to end it after Liza agreed as well in turn.
And he is glad that Liza was now in his life, reborn as his bestie. He really did love Liza, just not romantically or sexually anymore.
With Daisy's feet in his hands, Jason had asked if he was normal for having this guilty feeling for the unkind and downright hateful way that he had treated Liza during their time in that cave and when he abruptly broke up with her after he had rescued Daisy from the pirate ship.
Jason watched as Daisy had a thoughtful look on her face as she appeared to be pondering his question.
And Jason believed Daisy's answer to have been an honest one.
Daisy had expressed her idea that Jason should apologize to Liza, and at the bare minimum, should give their relationship proper closure. Closure on friendly terms.
She had even explained that while he may not be in love with Liza any longer, he had loved her, Daisy had said. She added on by saying that she observed the genuine look of happiness on Jason's face from the fond and fun times that he had with Liza whenever she had seen them together before the islands. And deep down, he did not have resentment for Liza.
Out loud, Jason at first tried to disregard Daisy's advice about Liza. But his mind quickly changed and he understood Daisy's wisdom, and agreed that he will seek out Liza as soon as possible, and make things right between them.
She had added, that he had not treated Liza with any of the kindness that she deserved from him. Daisy then had reminded Jason that Liza had even made a cross for Grant, since he hadn't been given a proper funeral. Daisy had even added onto that comment by saying that she herself should have been the one to make a cross for Grant because as Daisy said, she was his girlfriend. But Daisy explained that Liza had kindly approached Daisy as she worked on their escape boat and asked for her permission to make a cross from Grant. And that's when Daisy had told Liza that was a beautiful thing to do for her and told her that she was okay to do this sweet act.
Jason had asked her after hearing this, why Daisy herself had not made the cross.
Daisy had answered Jason in a saddened tone, that she regrets not doing it herself, but the reason that she did not make a cross, was because if she put together a cross that marked Grant's grave, then his death would have felt all too real. And Daisy had looked over to Jason and said that she was still in denial about Grant dying, and once she saw a grave marker, then she would know that this fantasy of Grant still being alive would have been shattered.
After Jason had told Daisy his guilty feelings over abandoned everyone on that cave, he began discussing something else.
Jason had asked Daisy, if it was wrong and not acceptable that the two of them were now in a romance. Daisy had reassured Jason that she was past caring what the world thought about the two of them being a couple and living together. She had explained that after they went through absolute insanity and hell on that unfortunate vacation, that overhearing gossip and rumors from the public shouldn't matter in comparison.
But Jason still had felt an ember of guilt over being with his recently deceased brother's girlfriend, and he still didn't know if it was right or wrong. Not a wildfire of guilt, but just an ember. He wasn't a fool. Knowing that society was always going to spread wildfire rumors about the two of them was just something that Jason would have to bear for as long as he was with Daisy.
And Daisy had then swung her feet off of his lap and had then proceeded to crawl up close, almost on top of Jason's body. She had kissed him for awhile. She then had told him that she didn't hold any resentment for him in the slightest for the crazy way that he had acted on the islands. She acknowledged that he was going through one of the craziest crucibles than would cause any mentally sane person to go insane. And Jason had demonstrated this proof of concept on that night, that Citra, Vaas, Hoyt, and the islands had not corrupted his mind completely. After all, he had chosen to not murder Liza and the rest of his family and friends even though Citra was probably betting everything she had gained on the gamble that Jason would side with her completely.
As Daisy's face had only been mere inches away from his as she had told him how he was a stronger person after having gone through his misadventure. Daisy had mentioned to him that she did not approve of all the awful choices that he had made during that misadventure. But she had said to Jason that she had continued to see small glimmers of the good hearted man that she knew was still inside of him while on those islands.
The examples that she had given him were when he would spend the night with Daisy in her tent, laying beside her as the night turned to morning, making certain that she made it through the night safely. This after all, was when Daisy had been the only one of his captured companions that had been reunited with Jason, and before Jason had saved Liza. So the only other person that kept in contact with Daisy before Liza was living in that cave with her, was the crazy but supportive Dr. Earnhardt and Jason whenever he showed up to give Daisy much needed survival supplies. Food, clean water, even basic necessities that the Hollywood movies never mention as things that a woman might want to have in a desolate wilderness.
Only twice, Jason had discovered a box of tampons, and a week later, he'd stumbled upon a box maxi pads. Jason had awkwardly given Daisy that box of tampons on the same night that he had found them earlier that day. The second time that Jason had handed Daisy that box of maxi pads, he hadn't felt as awkward as he had the first time that he'd given her the first care package for her feminine hygiene.
After killing and surviving on the North Rook Island for two weeks, Jason hadn't been made uncomfortable by women's menstrual needs. Stabbing people to death with a machete and watching the blood eject out the backs of their heads after a well placed fired bullet, tended to make things such as giving his murdered brother's girlfriend, and his best friend, a box of tampons or a box of maxi pads less uncomfortable in comparison.
And when he had almost died in that cave filled with hallucinogenic mushrooms as he frantically gathered the rare plant that Dr. Earnhardt need to save Daisy's life.
And finally, when he jumped on a jet ski to chase after Daisy when she had been snatched off of their escape boat by Jay's pirates. Even though Jason ended up getting himself captured alongside Daisy and brought to the deck of that ship, in the end, Jason had managed to rescue Daisy one last time, and got her an himself back to their escape boat. Safe and sound.
Well, disregarding the rape part of that heroic tale, he had gotten Daisy to safety.
Jason had been unable to verbally respond to Daisy after hearing her praises. Partly because he was sickened by the thought that he had been having. That he was not a good man or the hero that she believed him to be. How could he think of himself as a hero, let alone a good man after choosing to rape Daisy?
But he hadn't needed to speak up. Daisy kept his lips sealed with another kiss. And after their kiss had ended, Jason had told Daisy that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
Jason recalled the stunned look that Daisy's face had on it. But Jason had been elated when Daisy had responded be telling him that she wanted the same thing, to spend the rest of her life with him.
And Jason had sat back and relaxed for the rest of the evening as he watched his secretly dorky girlfriend play video games.
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After his pleasant memory of Daisy had ended, Jason continued tossing the idea of asking for Daisy's hand in marriage around his noggin.
Should I or shouldn't I ask her to marry me? Maybe if I played some game on Daisy's, excuse me, our Xbox, That might clear my head. Thinking about proposing to her has me all jittery.
As Jason looked at the powered off gaming console, it made him remember the fun that he would have with Grant and Riley as the played split-screen games while mocking and trash talking each one another in good old fashioned competitive brother ball-busting.
Back when my life was simple.
Before Liza and before Daisy.
Before Grant's murder, and before Vaas and Hoyt.
Before… Citra…
Citra…
Why is it, that several times a week for the past two fucking years, do I still think about her?
Why, why, why?
Citra…
Why do I miss her?
She was evil, vindictive, and wanted me to murder my innocent companions.
But… did I… love her?
Her light copper colored skin, covered in tribal tattoos. Her unique hairstyle and dark brown eyes that captured my heart and mind. The sexy way that she would walk around without the commodity of shoes, never fearing what her bare feet might step on in that treacherous jungle.
I was so obsessed with Citra, there is no denying that fact.
Many nights. I would watch her the fluttering of the waving light on the side of her face as the flames of torches blew around at the slightest of breeze. I miss the way that she would stare into my eyes as the dim light from the fire illuminated her face as she would pleasure me with her warm mouth.
It felt as if she had my entire soul trapped under her immense power as she covered the entire length of my cock with her mouth and throat.
Those brown eyes… like piercing rays that infiltrated my mind.
Citra was irresistible to me. She unlocked this primal lust inside of me that I could not overcome.
Powerless… I was always powerless to Citra's willpower.
Not like Daisy. She doesn't want to control me.
And Daisy and I make love. Not like Citra and I would do.
Citra wanted to control me. To use me. To prop me up as her chosen one to rule with her over the Rakyat. To sway the Rook Islands under her sovereignty, and after she did that… who know how far she would have stretched the periphery of her empire.
Daisy loves me.
Daisy loves me for the man that I was, and she has told me that she still believes that I am.
So we make love… we don't just fuck.
Except when Daisy is having her period.
On those days, when Daisy has a period, I am more then perfectly happy to just sit and watch television with her. Or to rub her beautiful toes as I watch her try and play one of her video games that she pretends to not be good at playing, but I know that she is just being modest. Daisy's better than I ever have been at video games. Or watching television while she lays in my arms and we end up falling asleep because we are to lazy to get up.
It's my job to make her happy. And I do believe that I am not nearly as unhinged and prone to violent and psychotic outbursts like I was in those first months of dating.
Daisy managed to tame the monster inside of me, the warrior that Citra created. Daisy became my sanity. And I can't lose her, I am too afraid to scared of the uncaged demon.
But the guilt of not telling her the hidden truth that I've been holding onto for over two years is eating me alive.
So, I've decided that within a month, I will finally tell Daisy everything about that day.
She has to forgive me. She has to.
Right?
I love Daisy so goddamn much.
The very idea of not waking up next to my best friend, my Daisy, every morning for the rest of my time on this earth…
It's enough to make me want to kill myself.
Daisy is so perfect in every single way.
That's the woman that I want to spend the rest of my life with. Not an evil witch like Citra.
Jason had gone off on a tangent thought of how much he loves Daisy, and everything about her. But Jason wasn't distracted long, as he soon remembered Citra, and the things that he loved about her.
Once he thought about Citra, it was hard for him to stop thinking about her. Still unsure of if he loved her or if it was just her telepathic willpower that tricked him into believing that he was in love with her.
Confused emotions always filled Jason when he thought about Citra. This tragic love hate attraction that he felt and longed for when he imagined the image of Citra in his mind's eye.
A lot of my memories of the time that I spent with Citra are blurred and in fragments. Even the memories that did not involve sex. But I have wised up. I do know that now Citra was only using hardcore sex and relentless fucking to win me over. She certainly was a warrior, but not like I was.
My weapons were guns, blades, and bombs.
Citra's weapon was sex. On rare nights, she would use sex as her weapon. Most night though, she would just use sex as a weapon. But her preferred weapon of choice was… you guessed it… sex.
Is it strange that I miss the way that she put her firm hands to my cheeks and called me her warrior?
That potent herbal potion that she would encourage me to drink…
What kind of crazy shit was that stuff made out of?
It was like taking ten viagras and every type of drug combined, all in one drink, the same amount of liquid that a shot glass could hold. Citra would hand me a small and dark stone bowl filled with that special drink.
Whatever it was… what a trip it was…
After gulping that jungle juice down, It only took a minute before I could feel my body changing from its effects. An involuntary boner and a mad fast beating heart. I always felt like a god, or maybe superman. If that jungle juice had given me the ability to fly, I wouldn't have been surprised.
Under the influence of that jungle juice, I would not lose my erection for several hours. Regardless of if had just had an orgasm and ejaculated, my penis would not relax.
And neither did my interest in sex diminish at all. Which is how it should be naturally for men. I would just keep pounding and pounding Citra's pussy, mouth, or asshole after ejaculating. Something that I certainly would not have been able to accomplish if not for that mysterious jungle juice.
I just couldn't resist the fucking. And the head of my penis would always be so uncomfortably tender and overly sensitive after my orgasm, which is totally normal. But goddamn, I didn't ever let my sensitivity halt my continued sexual appetite. No, I would endure the unpleasantness my cockhead was suffering as I kept thrusting inside Citra's various different holes.
Never stopping.
Couldn't stop.
My usual sexual refractory period never set in while I was hopped up on that stuff that Citra gave me. It might have taken fifteen to thirty minutes, but after that stretch of time, I was able to cum inside of Citra again.
Cum? I hardly had any semen left inside of my balls after ejaculating so many times.
I wonder what my average number of ejaculations were in a single sex session with Citra.
Five? Ten? More?
All I know is that it was unnatural how many times I was able to cum in one night. And the next morning when I would wake up with a naked Citra laying next to me, my body always felt drained and bled dry of any energy or willpower.
If I had spent more of that valuable time looking for my friends instead of fucking Citra, we all might have not had to spend an entire two months on those islands.
So selfish. After rescuing Daisy then Liza, I wasted so many nights have sex with Citra. And whenever I came to visit Daisy and Liza in that cave to check up on their wellbeing, I would get so defensive when they would ask me what progress I was making on finding Oliver, Keith, or Riley.
I even got nasty and annoyed with them when they asked how I, myself, was doing with everything.
Why did I always snap at them in such anger? All Liza and Daisy had done was ask for an update on my life and my search for our friends.
Out of the two women, Liza and Daisy, Liza had gotten the worst of my tongue lashings.
Liza has since forgiven me, but I know that I don't deserve it. Even if I apologized to her one million times, it would still be one million apologies short of being enough to excuse my demeanor.
But as I sit here hold Daisy's engagement ring, I realized that Citra never loved me. And the reason that I know is not because I realized that she was a charlatan or a sociopath for wanting me to slit Liza's neck wide open.
I know she never loved me because every morning that I woke up after we fell asleep from exhaustive sex, I never, not once, ever woke up to find her cuddling with me.
She never held me in her arms and I never held her in mine.
And I never once Citra say those three words…
I… Love… You…
That's how I know that what we had, was not love.
Jason fidgeted with that velvet ring box in his hands.
Wondering if it even made sense to marry Daisy at all. What would marriage change about the relationship that the have already?
Are we best friends? Check.
Are we are in love? Check.
Can I not live without her? Check, check, check.
So, how would Daisy legally taking my last name, signing so documents for formality reasons of marriage, and wearing a ring on her left hand make what we have together even more special?
Now that I have given some thought to marriage, not a heck of a lot would be any different.
Earlier today, Jason allowed herself to lend his ears to Liza as she gave him her advice. Liza had advised Jason to not propose to Daisy just yet. She urged him to get his mental health back on track and straighten out before he considered marriage with Daisy.
Jason really did appreciate Liza's friendly advice. Liza is a very intelligent lady. Jason knew that she was always a straight A student throughout high school and at the college of UCLA. She may of even had a GPA close to 4.0 or possibly even as high as that.
But back when the two of them were a couple, Liza had been trying to make a household name for herself as an A-lister actress. She apparently had grander ambitions than just being a paralegal for the rest of her mundane life.
And he still felt weird about kissing Liza on the lips in the unprovoked way that he did. He in all truthful honesty, did not have any sexual lustful desire for Liza any longer, as he used to.
Jason saw Liza as something like a sister or a bestie from his childhood that just so happened to be a girl. But a girl that he didn't have a urge to fuck.
So why did he kiss her? Was it as simple as Jason not knowing what he was doing.
What did Liza say? A breakthrough? And Liza told me that breakthroughs are often immediately followed by a flurry of mixed and conflicting emotions.
She is a smart cookie, that Liza. But she was absolutely correct. It was just a random kiss, liking fueled by some subconscious nostalgia from the days when I would kiss Liza while we were in love, or at least dating. I don't know if I was ever in love with Liza. I did like spending time with her. But whenever we kissed, I don't remember ever having that same spine tingling feeling that I get when I kiss Daisy on the lips.
Kissing Liza was always a pleasant experience, but it wasn't magical like it is with Daisy. Daisy is the woman for me.
She is my second half. My soulmate.
Liza said that when she herself had a breakthrough when admitting to her therapist about her dad raping her, and when she did, she had a cocktail of mixed and random emotions right after her admission.
Liza and Jason had been sexual partners in the past. No denying that. But their relationship has evolved into something different than sexual partners
Jason, even to this day, found the friendship that he had with Liza, to be so odd. He's never heard of anyone enjoying hanging out with their ex as much as he does.
I even like talking with her boyfriend Menelik. The interactions that he and I have should be filled with awkwardness or animosity towards each other, knowing that I used to date and fuck his girlfriend. In the TV shows that I've seen, whenever to former lovers talk to each other, it is always awkward and filled with tension. Especially when the ex-lovers are accompanied by their current boyfriend or girlfriend.
But not the four of us, me, Daisy, Liza, and Menelik. I certainly don't have any hard feelings about Menelik or Liza. And I highly doubt that any of those other three have any animosity with each other.
Life is stranger than fiction I suppose.
But after all. I have been friends with gay guys at one point in my life. So hanging out with my ex-girlfriend isn't that crazy.
My mother raised me and my brothers better than to care whether or not people are homosexual. Mom always told us that there is much more important traits to people that we should judge people on, than just judging them based solely on what gender they like to fuck.
Well, she didn't say it in that graphic and blunt of a manner. I may have paraphrased her words a little.
Liza and Menelik are both good to me.
This tangent of thought caused him to recall another event from his life involving one of his gay friends. This story happened during his senior year at high school.
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Jason was friends with an openly gay guy that he'd met at his high school.
During his senior year, Jason had been walking back to his classroom after being excused for a restroom break.
That's when he saw one gay junior that he had befriended, being pressed up against a locker and being bullied and harassed by three popular and huge football players. And the openly gay teen wasn't very large, he was probably only about five foot seven. So he was an easy target for these cowardly bullies.
And Jason knew that he had to do something to help this innocent kid. The hall were empty at that time of day, as all the students were in class. So Jason didn't have time to find the vice principal or a teacher to help this guy out.
Jason then silently approached these thuggish jocks.
That's when the one pressing the gay kid against the lockers, punched the kid in the stomach as his minions laughed in approval.
And mere seconds after his gay buddy suffered that punch, Jason had snuck up behind the jock leader who was the punching offender and put him in a chokehold with his left arm. Causing the leader to instantly release his hand from the junior.
Jason hadn't planned out how he was going to take on all three of these dudes at once, but this was before he became a tactical mastermind warrior. This bully encounter was simply a trial run of his abilities. On the Rook Islands, Jason quickly became a feared one man army.
The leader spun around in a fast blur of motion to face his attacker. Jason panicked as he had no idea how he was going to get his way out of this situation, but Jason reacted the only way he knew how.
Jason punched the man square in the face with the most powerful punch that he could possibly muster. And Jason was almost sure that he broke the bully's nose as he swore that he could feel the crumbling of nose cartilage throughout his knuckles.
The shocked bully lead groaned out in a painful way. As the leader stood there clutching his face, his to flanking goons were pushing towards Jason on both sides. And Jason knew at that time that he was truly fucked.
Knowing that he could only attack one at a time, Jason chose the man on his right, and slammed his right fist into his gut. Temporarily stunning the man. But the guy on his left jabbed his fist into the left side of Jason's face. Which blurred his vision and made him ineffective to fight for the moment.
But through his disoriented vision, Jason had seen the central bully leader lurch forward and used both hand to push Jason to the floor.
Jason was sure in that moment, that he was going to be stomped to death in quickness by all three of these neanderthals.
But that's when a he heard his savior.
"What the fuck are you all doing?!" Jason heard a familiar sound voice shout out with the such intensity that it would have caused even the most rambunctious person to stand at attention and drop what they were doing.
While on the floor, Jason groaned an twisted his body to his left side and saw one of the schools janitors standing sturdily in his dark blue jumpsuit.
The imposing janitor had been a somewhat tall black man, but not super tall, maybe six foot one. But, he appeared to be in good physical condition for his age, and looked to be in his mid to late fifties or possibly sixty years old. He had a dominating don't try and fuck with me energy about him.
Which must have spooked the goons.
Jason never had a conversation with this janitor before in the entire time attending this high school, but he had seen him working every now and again.
"Scram! Before I get the vice principal!" The janitor commanded to all parties involved in this scuffle.
The leader of the bullies muttered something along the lines of that they should get going and that Jason and the gay kid weren't worth it.
Jason watched the bullies walk off down the hallway, probably thinking that they had achieved victory in this encounter, due to the high likelihood that they couldn't let their ego get bruised by loosing to a janitor.
Jason lifted himself up on his elbows to crook his head forward to look at what kind of condition his bullied friend had been in. His friend look to be only shaken up in a minor way, as he wasn't bleeding and was standing up straightening his shirt out, probably to make himself look normal and if he hadn't just been harassed by some cavemen.
Jason heard the heavy boots of the janitor walk up to him, and then he could feel the vibrations in the linoleum tiled floor when he got within arm's reach of Jason.
"Get up punk." The janitor had stood over Jason and lent his right hand down.
The expression that the man had on his face looked to be one of annoyance that he had to halt his janitorial duties while he went on an excursion to rescue two teenage guys.
But also, Jason could have sworn that the janitor also had a look that said something like good job,and, you are a real hero.
Jason flung his right hand around to take hold of the janitor's forearm as the man simultaneously gripped Jason's forearm, and then the janitor helped Jason to his feet.
Standing square with the janitor, Jason looked at the intimidating but also amazingly gentlemanly janitor.
But the janitor gave him a very tiny grin, a grin that was almost impossible to see, then put his left hand on Jason's right shoulder.
"You should get back to class." The janitor had suggested to Jason. It was a suggestion that sounded more like a command.
"Oh-yeah-uh-o-okay." Jason had meekly muttered in response.
That's when his knight in shining armor turned his back to Jason and walked off down the hall. Jason took the man's advice and headed back to his algebra class.
Jason walked up to his friend took check up on his wellbeing. His gay friend thanked him for stepping in to help him, and said that he was going to be fine. His friend also told Jason that he wasn't going to tell any of the staff, teachers, or principals what happened, as he said that he didn't want them getting involved and possibly expelling Jason or himself. Jason realized in that moment, that this guy will most likely be discriminated and judged by certain people for the rest of his life, simply because he was sexually attracted to other men and not do to anything negative about his personality.
Surprisingly, Jason hadn't been sent to the principal's office or had his mother notified of the fight on school grounds that he had just participated in. And he assumed that none of the bullies had said anything to the schools faculty either. Fortunately for Jason, for the remainder of his senior year, none of those three guys ever messed with him.
Which was lucky for him, as he didn't think that he could have taken them all on again in a fight. And he wouldn't have the janitor there to rescue him again.
During his last month before graduation, Jason had then learned from one of his other friends, that the janitor was a combat veteran who served in the Marine Corps. And he had apparently won the medal of honor during a battle in the Vietnam War.
/
Jason's memory faded away as he look down at Daisy's ring. But he still was distracted by his thoughts regarding that janitor and his mundane life.
When he was younger, Jason couldn't understand why a man that was a decorated hero of the Vietnam War, was content to life out the remainder of his working life as a lowly janitor, a job which seemed to be so mundane and unappreciated by most people.
But after Jason's adventure in the Rook Islands ended and he returned home, it all made sense to him why that janitor didn't pursue a life of fame and glamor after being declared to be a national hero.
The first day that Jason and his companions stayed at that Indonesian hotel, Jason told everyone to stick to his made up story of Grant being the hero. This way he would avoid the suspicion of the Indonesian authorities.
Jason had done the exact same thing as that janitor. And he made his friends agree to honor his wishes of staying anonymous. For a second time he made them swear. That day in the hotel lobby, right before he and his group of friends left for their flight trip to Honolulu, and then to California, Jason has compelled everyone to agree to the story that he had not done anything heroic on their misadventure. And made them all promise that the will never ever tell the truth. Jason created the fictional story that his deceased brother Grant, had been the true hero that rescued them all. And then sacrificing his life which allowed his lived ones to escape from the attacking pirates.
Just like that janitor, Jason decided that an unexciting and boring life after such an adventure, was preferable to exploiting his potential fame.
The hard sapphire and gold ring was being stared at by Jason's scrutinizing eyes.
I don't know Daisy's ring size, so I really hope that I guessed the proper size. I had to base my judgment of her ring size based on my numerous experiences holding her hands and interlocking our fingers together as we walk around town or on the beach, and during sex.
I guess that if it is too tight or too loose I can always try and return it to the jeweler or see if there is anyway that he can modify it slightly so that it fits Daisy's finger.
Jason, being arrogantly dumb and hard headed, chose to ignore his new best friend's advice. Liza's advice.
Fuck it. I'll do it. What have I got to lose if Daisy rejects my marriage offer?
My pride? My honor? My dignity?
I already lost all those things over two years ago.
I don't have many remnants left of my old life anymore. After loosing my brother, my sanity, my old personality, and everything else on that misadventure in the Rook Islands…
The only thing new that I gained from that trial and tribulation…
Was Daisy.
Daisy…
No longer just my best friend.
She became even more. My girlfriend, my love, my everything.
Daisy became my whole entire world.
Even though, I don't deserve her after what I did.
But Jason didn't want to think about that sickening thought of what he had chosen to do to Daisy. Chosen by his own damn self. Even though there was another way off of that pirate ship.
Jason had decided to act on the worst possible option.
Even though he didn't have to.
"No, no, nooo… I am not going there. I'm not going to think about that." Jason spoke out loud to himself.
Shaking his head left to right vibrantly, he changed to only thinking happy thoughts.
Tonight, tonight is the night, and I'm thinking about telling her at dusk. As we sit outside right after the sun goes down. I will tell her that I have a surprise for her out in the backyard by her flower garden.
That's when I will get on one knee and open the ring box.
However, knowing how goofy and untraditional Daisy can be, I might hug her from behind and tell her to close her eyes until I say to open them. And let her look down at my hands in front of her and she will see the ring that way.
Wouldn't that be nuts if Daisy decided to have sex with me right there in her backyard? Assuming she says yes and that she will marry me. Would that make her horny?
Sex with Daisy is not just a means to an end. It is love.
Pure love. Love with no hidden motives or just a quick cum.
Being with Daisy is nothing like the unhealthy relationship that I had with Citra.
That bitch was only using me. Citra, Vaas, Hoyt, they were all the same. Two sides of the same devilish coin. Wait a minute, that was three people that I just thought of, so how could it be "two sides" of the same coin?
Or am I just overthinking that expression?
Personally, I could do without sex even. Just as long as Daisy let me squeeze her in my arms while we lovingly hold onto one another, letting me run my fingers through her soft and fine angel like hair.
That's enough for me.
After dreaming about sex with Daisy, Jason thought about his engagement ring once more.
I thought that it was romantic for me to choose an engagement ring that wasn't studded with a boring diamond, but a blue sapphire to match Daisy's eyes.
Sapphire sparkle eyes that looked at his own eyes was what Jason loved the most about sex with Daisy. Whether she be riding him on the top position, or if she was laying on her back as Jason sunk his dick so far in her, it was always her goddess like eyes that he couldn't ever stop looking at.
And in that time after Jason had his orgasm, he enjoyed those sweet and precious little moments of talking and cuddling with Daisy. The lovebirds could always conjure up a myriad of subjects to talk about. Giggling, smiling, kissing, and swept up in a state of pure happiness always followed fornication.
Some days and many nights, Jason and Daisy could lay down still naked after having sex, and just talk, talk, talk. For several hours sometimes. That's how long they could waste. But it was never wasted time in Jason's eyes.
Even after enough time had passed that Jason was able to spring up another erection after his last orgasm, he often would not acknowledge his regained ability to fuck again to Daisy. Simply settling for cuddling and talking with his best friend. But Daisy always knew when Jason was holding back from having sex again with her. As if she had this telepathic sixth sense regarding Jason holding back his new ability to achieve a fresh erection.
Jason did suspect that Daisy had some "magic" abilities.
Jason did not believe that any human had the power to blast fireballs from their hands or melt objects with laser beams emerging from their eyes. That was ridiculous. Surely, of there were humans on this planet that could do things that fictional superheroes could do, then it would be impossible that nobody had noticed them by now.
But Jason suspected that Daisy may have some small ability to mind read. And Jason did not think that sounded as crazy as he once did. After all, is it any crazier than a average guy from sunny California who has absolutely zero combat experience, to somehow kill over a hundred pirates and mercenaries, and do it all by his lonesome?
Clearly, magic or telepathy or some other supernatural abilities had to be the answer.
Many times, when they engaged in post-sex cuddling and chatting, Daisy would gently start touching his unerect manhood. Which always caused Jason's unerect manhood to change its disposition. Instantly transforming his manhood into having a full erection. He was never able to deny her lustful desire to have another round of passionate lovemaking.
Daisy always knows when I am able to get hard again. She must be telepathic or magic.
Or maybe, I am just stupid for believing that Daisy is telepathic, and it may be as simple as her glancing down between my legs and seeing that I have a hard meat-pole sticking straight up just waiting for Daisy to use it to her own ends and pleasure herself on it.
Do I really lay next to her naked body sometimes and not even notice that I have an erection? And I that entranced by her?
That thought gave Jason a smile, followed by a chuckle.
She and I like talking after fucking. I enjoy spending that time with her just holding her close and talking with her. Probably even more than I like the pleasurable feeling of having sex and then cumming inside of her.
In an understandable sense, I get more pleasure out of simply being next to Daisy as we cuddle, kiss, and talk much more than the pleasure that my nerve endings in my dickhead and foreskin would feel.
Two best friends fucking. That is how Jason felt every time he and Daisy made love.
Before the tragic southeast Asian vacation that they went on, Jason and Daisy had already been best friends for a year or close to a year up to that point in their lives. At least that's the way that Jason saw their relationship through his rose tinted glasses.
Although Jason had considered Daisy to be his best friend only a few months into their relationship, Jason did not know if Daisy also considered Jason to be her best friend as well. But Jason's suspicions were confirmed when she told him as much when Jason had sat down and made small talk with her in that hotel bar in Bangkok.
That's when the hungover Daisy, told Jason that he was her best buddy and best friend. And Jason was truly pleased that her labeling of best friend was reciprocated.
After their escape boat departed from the Rook Islands, and they made safe and sound to a hotel on one of the large main islands of the Indonesian national cluster of islands, Jason and his friends realized that they all had been stranded on those islands for two entire months.
It felt a hell of a lot longer than only two months. Technically, it was about two and a half months.
Daisy, being the smart woman that she was, had managed to gather everyone's money into a waterproof duffel bag, and quickly bury it under the sand inside the hull of a rusted and destroyed beached fishing boat. The pirates had showed up minutes after they had landed safely on the beach after they jumped from that plane and skydived into their new tropical hellhole.
That duffel bag contained close to nine thousand dollars in cash, more than enough to get them safely accommodated once they reached civilization again. No one knew that they would ever actually escape or be set free by the thugs, but Daisy must have been hoping for a backup plan of some sort.
Even if we had not escaped, at least those pirates wouldn't have found that money.
That hotel was not anything close to being as accommodating and glamorous as the hotel that the group stayed at in Bangkok. But at least they were on a politically stable island of Indonesia, and no pirates would bother that densely populated and urbanized island.
No, the Rook Islands were a much easier target for their tyrannical governance. And the Rakyat, being ethnically different to the Indonesians, meant that the Indonesian government was taking their sweet time in restoring order to the islands.
"Heh…" Jason grinned to himself.
He had remembered that night that Daisy invited him into her own separate hotel room to offer him the simplest of commodities. A soda can.
Two days earlier, Jason had rescued Daisy from Jay and his not so merry band of pirates after they had snatched Daisy off of their escape boat.
Jason was by no sense well studied in the field of identifying fresh water or ocean going vessel identification. Daisy had some knowledge on boats, as demonstrated by her talent when fixing that old abandoned boat in the cave.
Jason knew that Daisy was originally from Maine, but moved to California when she was a little kid. Her father had a business opportunity to advance his career in California that he just couldn't pass on, as Daisy described it. Moving at such a young age explains why Daisy doesn't retain any trace of her Maine accent.
But Jason himself, couldn't notice the subtle or major distinctions amongst the variety of river boats, ships, frigates or anything else in that. He only thought of vessels in three broad categories.
Small, medium, and ginormous.
But Jay's pirate ship, now that was a ginormous ship.
Jason remembered.
/
Around five months after Jason moved into Daisy's home to live with her, the two of them had finally discussed the things that they had gone through on the Rook Islands one morning. A discussion mainly about Daisy's experience, but Jason had also added some addendums to the his tale of his tropical adventure. So Jason had heard from Daisy, what limited knowledge and information that she had gathered on Jay.
Jay, a pirate who Daisy had known previously for a brief time before she had managed to successfully escape from his goblin gang. Jay had been one of Vaas's lieutenants or captains or whatever the hell the correct title was in the pirate chain of command. Jason knew the man only for one day, that day where he had saved Daisy from their bad intentions of sex slavery or worse.
During that discussion, Jason had reluctantly asked Daisy if she had been held down and been forcibly penetrated by Jay or any of his goblins, or any other type of unasked for and unwilling sexual assault or any type of action considered to be rape. And as Jason waited for her response, he had been shaking, sweating, and clenching his fists as he expected Daisy to confirm the worst, that she had been raped by either Jay or his pirates.
But on that day, Jason felt more relieved than he had ever been before when Daisy assured him that she had not been forced to do anything sexually against her will. No rape, not even as much as Jay forcing her to strip nude in front of dozens of horny pirates.
During their conversation, Jason had an unpleasant brief and several seconds long flash visual of imagining an encircling squad of demon eyed and goblin faced pirates surrounding Daisy as she was forced to remove all of her clothes, bra and panties included. And it took a lot of mental fortitude and effort to dislodge that perverted thought of Daisy getting gang raped.
But he had managed to get any images of rape upon Daisy out of his head as he had sat at the kitchen table.
As soon as she finished telling Jason that nothing happened, Jason had stood up instantly from their kitchen table that they sat at as the enjoyed their breakfast, and rushed over to her. Jason had lifted her up and out of her seat and hugged her tightly as his muscles surged with the strength of ten combined men.
He had placed his chin on Daisy's left shoulder, letting her freshly showered blonde hair brush against his face as he smiled.
Jason had said at the time. "I am so thankful for that."
Daisy had responded softly, speaking into his ear. "You saved me from them, from Jay and his guys. A hero, that's who you are Jason. You risked you life over and over again to save those that were closest to you. And you saved me. Saved me for the second time."
/
Jason had finished his memory.
In that memory, Daisy had called me a hero. I am not a hero. Did I even remember that conversation as it really happened? Or did I create a false memory of my girlfriend praising me?
And before he fought his way off of that humongous pirate ship, he has been forced at gunpoint to have sex with a stripped nude Daisy. Those pirates were the most diabolical devils known to mankind, in Jason's opinion. Clearly the thought of forcing Jason to shove his cock inside of a terrified and reluctant Daisy, was certainly high class entertainment for them.
And Jason hadn't had any way of avoiding ejaculating inside of her. Of course Jason could have dejected his penis from Daisy when he felt that he was right about to cum, and just empty his semen out onto the floor once it had built up to an eruption.
But he hadn't been thinking of doing that. Not in that stressful situation. He was more focused on the ample amount of gun muzzles flagging him than on what his plans would be when it comes time for him to ejaculate.
Jason realizes now just how lucky he was that he didn't get Daisy pregnant. As if he wasn't juggling enough, getting his dead brother's girlfriend pregnant was not something that he needed to at to that circus act of juggling.
The pair of best friends hadn't been offered any other choice but to have sex as the pirates watched in awe and hooted like horny men watching a stripper flash her bare boobs and big round ass cheeks with a G-string splitting down her booty cheeks as her loyal patrons threw copious amounts of green dollar bills at her feet.
That's how he imagined that Daisy must have felt as all those strangers watched with their mouths slobbering in masochistic pleasure. Only difference between Daisy and a stripper, was that strippers chose to take their clothes off.
Daisy did not get to choose.
The sound of the front door opening and the ambient noise of the outside world flooded into the house.
Fuck! How long was I just sitting here on the couch?
Daisy just walked in.
Alright, compose yourself man. You got this.
Remember, you have to tell Daisy about accidentally kissing Liza. She won't get mad if I explain the context. I just know it.
That kiss really did not mean jack shit. I am just insane.
If Daisy can forgive me for nearly beating that drunkard to death at that party and causing a ruckus and an embarrassing scene back then, surely she'd get over an accidental kiss that I gave Liza's lips.
Daisy must have sat down her purse, as she had managed to silently walk up behind Jason with assassin like swiftness.
"What are you doing you weirdo? You are just sitting her on the couch with the TV not even turned on." Daisy's hands gently held the sides of his face as Jason felt her lips kiss the top of his head.
Before he could think of a response that made he not sound like a weirdo who had just been sitting on the couch entertaining himself with his thoughts alone, Jason felt Daisy's body worn its way over his shoulder and he watched as her right hand reach down to his lap.
The ring. Jason you stupid motherfucking idiot! You forgot to hide the ring box!
Jason's head followed Daisy's motions and he watched as Daisy's graceful hand extracted the velvet ring box from his lap and lifted it up to her chest height.
A nervous swallow, that's all that Jason could do as he watched Daisy walk around the couch and sit beside him.
After several seconds of silence Daisy asked. "Jason… is this what I think it is? An engagement ring?"
"Yes." He confirmed.
He observed Daisy open that tiny box and look the ring over. Without any words, Daisy continued staring at that sapphire ring.
Jason decided that the cat was out of the bag now, so why should he play coy or be disingenuous about his original intentions for the night.
"I have been waiting for you to come home. That's why I've been sitting here, I have been debating with myself if I should propose to you or just forget about it." Jason told her.
Daisy still stayed quiet. But she used her right thumb and index finger to wiggle the ring out of the box and hold it up closer to her face. She twisted and turned it around in her two finger grip, looking the ring over, liking taking notice of every minor detail.
"My plan was to try and surprise you, not for you to accidentally discover the ring sitting in my lap. But I got lost in my thoughts and completely forgot to hide it before you got back." Jason said.
Daisy chuckled. "Yeah, you definitely screwed this one up."
She put the ring back in the box and sat it on top of the living room coffee table, and Daisy continued to fix her eyes onto the engagement ring. Despite it being hidden away under the soft velvet covering the plastic frame of the box. The velvet gave the box the appearance of being fancy and luxurious, but hidden beneath the velvet, was just some cheap plastic frame, likely made in some sweatshop in an east Asian country.
That velvet is like the love that I have for Daisy. A soft and comfortable outer shell covering the hard truth underneath.
This sweet looking guy is a killer, torturer, liar, and a rapist.
"It's pretty." Daisy crossed her legs and looked over at him.
She hadn't changed out of her work clothes. The dark blue scrubs that she wore for her job as a physician's assistant. But she still didn't have the college degree in nursing required to become a legitimate nurse. But Jason knew that one day, Daisy would continue her college education and finally become a nurse. She told him as much.
But Daisy also told Jason that she wasn't at all dependent on having a higher income than she already makes. And Jason knew that with him living with her, and promising to her that he would share have of Daisy's expenses of her house and her other bills. After all, he was living in her house, so he wasn't going to mooch or freeload.
Dual income, both going towards our bills and expenses, we are practically married already.
"Was the color that I chose… unique, and does it show that I put some thought into it? The color of the stone I meant." He asked, unsure of himself.
Daisy placed her left elbow onto the top of the back of the couch and supported her head up with her hand.
Jason's eyes were momentarily fixed on the new tattoo that Daisy got a few days ago. On her inner forearm, the name GRANT was etched in black ink. She told Jason that she wanted a constant reminder of Grant. And Jason himself, was not made uncomfortable or weirded out by having his brother's name on the left arm of his girlfriend.
I might get a GRANT tattoo on myself to match hers. Where would I put it though? My left forearm is covered in this Rakyat tattoo, and my right forearm is covered in this stupid random pattern tattoo that I got when I was a moronic young guy.
"Because the gemstone is the same color as my irises?" She smiled.
"Your what?" A puzzled Jason asked for clarification.
She giggled at him. "Iris is the term for the colorful part around the pupil of an eye. I shouldn't talk so fancy to you. You have enough trouble with normal words."
This was part of the back and forth joking and sarcastic way that Daisy and Jason spoke with one another in. Ever since they had been best friends, before they were an item in a romantic way, that's how they talked with each other. And it hasn't changed in three years, not even after they became lovers.
After scoffing, Jason said. "We haven't ever talked about marriage. And I don't know if that's even something that is necessary for us. But do you remember, right after we made it to safety after escaping in the escape boat, and we made it to that Indonesian hotel? That was the only time that I have ever mentioned something involving getting married. Remember? I was talking about my cut off ring finger and said how I couldn't ever wear a ring on that hand if I got married. You might not remember."
"I do remember Jason. That's when I did my best to fix your stump and sew it up as best as I could." A weak smile popped up on her face.
Jason leaned in close to her. "That was when you let me take a shower with you. I know you remember that part. We were both naked in your hotel room. "
Daisy laughed and playfully slapped Jason on his left shoulder.
"Of course you would bring that part up." She giggled. "But I also remember that nothing happened between us in that hotel. We didn't fuck, excuse me, I meant have sex at all. We just… what did we do? Cuddling I guess I would call it."
"Did I just here the ladylike Ms. Lee say fuck? Do my ears deceive me?" Jason said in the goofy banter the he and Daisy shared exclusively.
Daisy smacked his shoulder for a second time. "Ha-ha. Fuck you. How's about that? Was that ladylike enough for you?"
He smiled.
Daisy rarely ever said any cuss words. The most egregious and foul language that Jason ever hears her say on a semi-regular basis, is the occasional damn, or hell, or sometimes ass if she is in a very carefree and brazen mood.
"Yeah I know, I know, we didn't do anything with each other, I don't even remember if we kissed at all. You Daisy, you probably can remember the details much clearer than I can. It's not because I can't remember, it's more like, my brain is keeping certain memories locked away. Like a prisoner being allowed a short visit once a week, and only through a clear plastic screen." Jason scratched his beard trying to remember that foggy memory.
"Really? I thought that your memories and your thinking has improved in the last two years. Oh and by the way, no kissing happened. Just some cuddling. You did fall asleep in my bed that night. But I can confirm that no sex happened." Daisy pulled Jason's left hand with her right, and yanked him in her direction.
Jason took the hint and scooted up closer to her on the couch. The two of them interlocked their fingers and held their hands up at chest height as their palms pressed against each other. Daisy tilted her head diagonally and he looked into her eyes.
"I do remember the next morning. That's when those Indonesian government officials came to talk to each one of us." Jason said with certainty.
"You are right." She confirmed.
Let's switch topics.
"Seriously Daisy. Since my plans of proposing to you are now finagled, out in the open, and ruined, what do you say? Would you want to get married, to me?" He asked.
"I won't screw around with you Jason. Not about the topic of marriage. I promise. But if I am being completely honest with you, I can't give you an answer right now. Not because I do not love you, but simply because I have not ever once thought about getting married to you." She said plainly and without anything hidden behind her words, Jason knew.
Jason brushed the blonde hair draping over Daisy's left cheek with his right hand so that he could see her face and beautiful eyes in full. He gently ran the backside of his fingers along her cheek, revealing her eyes, her window to her soul. A soul so much more pure than his own. A soul that he fell in love with the very second that he looked into her eyes for the first time that he had met her. After shaking Daisy's hand on that double date involving himself and Liza, and his older brother Grant and his girlfriend Daisy.
He knew how wrong it was to be in love with a woman that did not belong to him. And it tortured his heart knowing that he couldn't ever tell Daisy how he really felt about her. That he loved her not as a best friend, but as something much, much more.
The only reason that we are able to be together, is because Grant is dead. Why did my brother have to die just so that we could be a couple? I wish that there was some way some how that I could have had both.
My brother alive and for me and Daisy to be boyfriend and girlfriend.
But that wasn't ever a possibility. Not with Grant alive and me being to much of a coward to breakup with Liza.
Why is it that I had to lose something to gain something? Is it because the Devil and God had to have an even and compromised transaction?
Come to think about the various the deities that control the puppet strings of our lives in this world, when is the Grim Reaper going to collect the soul that I owe him?
My soul.
No way a guy as prudent and professional as the Grim Reaper has forgotten about me.
"You know… I haven't thought about marriage much either in these two years. I figured that asking for your hand in marriage was something that was expected of me after we have been dating for the length of time that we have been. I bought that ring about six months ago, but haven't had the courage or the decisiveness to propose to you. I am also unsure about the prospect of marriage. Not that I wouldn't want you to be my wife, but I just don't see what marriage would change at all. We're practically married already, after all, we're in love, we are best friends, and we live together, and I also help pay bills and all that financial shit that we're involved in. So what would marriage make different other than your last name transforming from Lee to Brody?" Jason pondered to Daisy.
"Hmm… in a way, you are probably relieved that I know now about the ring right?" Daisy asked.
It was a question that Jason understood immediately.
"It is funny, but you are right. Now that you know about the ring, I don't need to worry about you finding out about it or about how I am going to propose to you." He said.
"Makes sense." She smirked.
Daisy added. "I don't want you to feel discouraged or slighted. The ring that you picked out for me is really beautiful, honestly, I like it. But…"
Her words trailed off.
"But… what?" Jason asked in a monotone voice.
"Marriage is a big deal, and I need time to consider the idea. Okay? You did nothing wrong. I can tell that you are also unsure if you wanted to even ask me to marry you. So don't you think it would be preferable if we tabled this discussion for another time in the future? I'm perfectly happy with how things are now. And I hope that you are too. You don't have to feel pressured into proposing to me just because you think that's what society expects from you. Okay?" She spoke.
She pulled his interlocked hand to her lips and placed a kiss on his hand as if she were a royal giving her knight a kiss of favor and blessing before his dangerous quest to save her realm from the evils that threatened it.
"Why are you always so smart?" He asked.
Jason then pulled Daisy's hand towards his mouth in the same way that she had, and kissed her hand.
"I was just born that way." She smirked.
Jason continued kissing Daisy's sweet hand.
But as he was lost in making out with Daisy's hand, she asked him a question. One that felt like an entire magazine of bullets being fired into his torso.
Daisy asked with serious eyes. "Jason… I have a crazy idea. How do you feel about taking a vacation with me? To the Rook Islands?"
/
(To Be Continued)
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And I hope to finish chapter 11 before end of August (2023). The publishing gap between chapter 10 and chapter 11 is my longest so far this year since I began these rewrites. My work weeks for me are 40-50 hours, meaning a lot of overtime, so this leaves little free time for my own hobbies. And I have been taking this little mini-vacation to do some fun stuff other than fanfiction writing. But don't worry, I promise that I will not have another three year long hiatus like I did starting in 2020. I really want to get this story completed so that I can move on to the other fanfics that I want to write.