AJRMAN
A Proposal part ll
When I woke up in the morning, I used my cell phone to call Teresa. She'd give me some good advice. I woke up at twelve noon, I knew of the time difference, so I figured now is a good time to call her. When I told her she screamed into the phone. I held the phone away from my ear, until she was done.
" You have to be fucking kidding me! This is great!" She said. I told her why it wasn't. I told her how Javier is moving here, to New York.
" Gee....I'm sorry. What are you gonna do?"
" Uhh...that's why I called you. What am I going to do?"
" I think you SHOULD get married to him, and move there. When is this ever going to happen to you again?"
" Thanks Teresa. I didn't know my life was so desperate."
" You know what I mean. Javier's a good guy, although I've NEVER met him" She did want to meet him, but her husband is a bit of a Homophobe. I didn't want to start trouble between them. When she and I became friends he was extremely jealous. The fact that he knew I was gay didn't matter. I guess for a straight guy, he didn't understand why a guy WOULDN'T like women. If only he knew, the only thing I wanted to do with Teresa is maybe dress her up and do her hair.
"Plus" she continued " If you move over there, I'll have a place to stay when I go there for vacation."
" You're coming here for a vacation?"
" Uhh...NOW I am." she always made me laugh. We discussed my situation, and we both decided that I couldn't "Marry" Javier. With my parent's divorce coming up, I need to be there for my Mother. My Dad on the other hand.....I don't know. He told my sister Janice that he's planning on moving back to the Philippines to be with his other Wife and children. I do want to get close to him before he leaves. I can't do that here, on the other side of the country.
" You'll be Mrs. Fox " Teresa said.
" Shut up. I'm not the "girl" in this relationship"
" Okay...sure.....yeah, you're NOT the girl " The Bitch knew EVERYTHING about me. Damn her for knowing the truth. We talked for a couple of more minutes, and then we said our goodbyes. We made a lunch date at our usual spot, for when I come back.
I took a long shower. I kept thinking of how I was going to break the news to Javier. I'll just say it. He always gets mad, when I beat around the bush. When I stepped into the hallway to go back to my room, I heard a lot of voices downstairs. Laughing, and talking. Javier's Brother's and Sister must be here. Great. I can't tell Javier now. I'll ask for us to go somewhere, and then tell him. This tense situation caused me to smoke in the room. Javier's Mother didn't allow smoking in the house. So I pressed my face against the screen of the opened window, and puffed the smoke out that way. After, I stood near the door to the hallway. Why can't my life be easy. This is probably why I never wanted a relationship in the first place. It's easier. I opened the door and headed downstairs.
I approached the kitchen where everyone was. When I entered everyone went silent, and ALL smiled at me. I stood there with a suspicious look on my face. Javier came up to me and gave me a hug. I hugged him, and gave a friendly quick pat on his back. He stood in front of me smiling. Then he went down on his knee again. This time I KNEW he wasn't going to tie my shoes for me. His Sister covered her mouth when he did this, and I could see tears forming in her eyes. My heart started to pound, and I again had tunnel vision. What the fuck is Javier saying? I tried to focus on his words but I heard nothing. My sight went to his Mother, then his Brother's and finally again to his Sister. She was wiping a tear drop from her eye. The siren from a passing fire truck broke my tunnel vision. The last words again from Javier's mouth was,
" So, I ask you again. Will you marry me?" This time he produced a small black box. Inside was a silver wedding band. He held it in front of me. With that same questioning smile. When the fuck did he buy this? Well I did sleep late today. Damn me and my sleeping habits. If I would have gotten up earlier I could have stopped all this. Damn, damn, damn.
Well ya know I can't say "No" now, don't you? I'd look like a total ASS. Why couldn't I faint now? Believe me, when I thought about that, I TRIED to faint. But I couldn't. Or maybe I could have a heart attack. That would be good in a situation like this. Or I could slip and fall, or......or.....or........or I could just run. Run away. Down the street, screaming like a lunatic. But who am I kidding. I couldn't make it down one block. I'd have to stop, from being out of breath, and then I would have to light a cigarette. What else could I do except....
" Yes Javier. I WILL marry you." He got up from bended knee, with tears forming in his eyes. He hugged me. This time it lasted forever. I heard his Sister scream out in joy, then I felt her arms around me too. Then two more sets of arms, as Javier's Brothers joined in. God Damn, this family is WAY to much into hugs. One by one as each let go of me, I noticed standing in front of me was Barbara. I leaned down to give her a hug. She kissed my cheek and hugged me HARD. I just stood there, while everyone smiled at me. I felt like a caged animal at the zoo. It seemed like years of me standing there, being stared at, until Javier's Sister broke the silence.
"Put the ring on. Javier put the ring on him" He took the ring out of the box and put it on my wedding finger. He then produced another ring, exactly like the one he gave me, and put it on his own finger. Wow. Was this the ceremony? Because that was quick. Are we married NOW? I at least expected something nicer. Hmph. Cheap bastard. In my head I chuckled.
It turns out, another band will be put on our fingers at the wedding. Javier just wanted us to have something now. So....I guess I'm getting married. Javier and his family clued me on the whole wedding process. We are to go back to California, sell the house, come back here and get married. The ceremony will be held in his Mother's house. We will live here in her house, until we find a place of our own. I sat there in the kitchen in shock at all the plans. These people are like the Marines. They do more in the morning than most people do all day. Once again, if I wasn't such a lazy ass sleepy fuck, I could have woken up early this morning and prevented all this.
I'm getting married. I'm getting married. Tonight I will NOT be giggling into my pillow.