I hummed to myself as I picked Zac’s laundry up off the floor. It was so cute how he left it laying around. Actually, I loved just about everything about Zac. He was so adorable, and he did the cutest things. Like leave his laundry on the floor.
I picked up some jeans, and a blue ‘porn star’ tee shirt which I personally hated. I had discovered long ago that the best thing about living with your boyfriend\fiance\husband, is that if he has an article of clothing which you hate, you can throw it away, or give it to Good Will or something and say you don’t know what happened to it, and it must be his fault.
Hmmmm, Zac and I have been living together for about nine months now, I thought.That’s a long time. I wonder why he hasn’t popped the question yet. Maybe he’s scared of commitment. Wait a minute! My mom was only supposed to be gone for a month! Where in the hell is she!?
The phone rang. I picked it up. “Hello?”
“Is there a Miss Caitlyn Gensen there?”
“This is she.”
“You mother has been apprehended by the Mexican authorities. You can talk to her for a few minutes if you want.”
“Oh. No thanks. I’m busy. Doing the laundry. But thank you for telling me. Bye.”
I hung up and reached for Zac’s baggy neon blue sweater.
“Oh, isn’t he just the cutest thing!” some chick cooed over Nick.
He had been home for about a month and a half now, and whenever I took him for a walk in his little stroller thing, girls just sort of flocked over and started saying crap to him in baby talk.
“Uh, yeah.”
“What’s his name?”
“Nick.”
“That’s such a nice name! Is he your brother?”
“No, he’s mine.”
“Oh, he is?”
“Yeah.”
I reached inside the pockets of Zac’s favourite Jnco’s to pull out change and the like. I removed about three bucks and a half empty pack of cigarettes. I set the cigarettes on the table and put the money into the change jars I had on the same table. I reached into the pockets of his other Jnco’s and pulled out a five dollar bill and some change. I put that in the jars. I picked up yet another pair of his Jnco’s, and reached inside the pockets. Zac had a lot of Jnco’s. It was practically all he wore.
I pulled out my haul. Two bucks and change, and a crumpled up paper. I put the cash in my jars and then looked at the paper to see whether it was important. It said:
HIV: Negative
Chlamydia: Negative
Hepatitis B: Positive
Syphilis: Negative
What the hell! Positive! He didn’t tell me! He lied to me! And he lied to me about never having unprotected sex too! Oh my God! If I was three years older, I would be on the pill right now, and would have had unprotected sex with Zac by now. I would be infected! I was stunned by how close I had come to getting a serious STD. Fuck him!
I set the paper down, and calmly removed everything from the pockets of all his other jeans, and loaded the washer. I started the wash, and walked back upstairs. Zac had gone to school today, but I had skipped to stay home and wash clothes and clean house. Well, I was already in the middle of washing, and it was time to clean house.
I walked through the house, picking up every last thing of Zac’s. I put them in his huge, oversized duffel bag and set it next to the door. I sat and read the paper for a while, and then I heard the washer go off. I took the clothes out and put them in the dryer. Soon, they were done. I put them in his bag too, and zipped it up. I sat down on the couch and watched some TV, waiting for Zac to come home.
I smiled to myself. I was about to surprise Caty with some pretty yellow flowers I had bought on my home from school.
I put my key in the door, and unlocked it, letting myself in. Caty was sitting on the couch, watching TV. I walked over to her and set the flowers down on the end table. I put my hands over her eyes and requested, “Guess who.”
She jumped up and glared at me, exclaiming, “The lying bastard that used to live here!”
I picked up the flowers and handed them to her. “I’m sorry!”
“I don’t care!” she yelled, waving the flowers around in the air. “Now get out!”
I took my bag which I had just noticed, and started to walk.
Zac had walked in with a dozen yellow roses and I had thrown him out of the house. I had planned on throwing them away, but I couldn’t. They were in a vase on the kitchen table. I went back to the couch and watched some more TV.
I picked my Mexican pot bong up. Zac had given that to me. I loved it. Not so much for it’s purpose, but for how pretty it was. He had said that he bought it for me because it was pretty, like me. Zac was always the girl charmer.
I smiled. I was definitely still in love with him. But I wasn’t seeing him again. Not if my life depended on it.
I wandered aimlessly down 77th street with my duffel bag, looking all sad ass. I stopped at a piercing/tattoo place. It was time for a change. I walked in and set my duffel bag down next to door. I sat and began reading Woman’s Day. Then I realized that I was reading Woman’s Day. I set it back down quickly. Soon the piercing dude had an empty chair. I got up and quickly filled it.
“What do you want?”
“My ear. The left one. And my lip. The lower one.”
“Hooked together?”
“No! Seperate.”
“Okay.”
He picked up some scary looking sewing machine meets hand gun type thing and put it around my earlobe. It pinched a little bit, but, all in all, it didn’t really hurt. Then he put it on my lip and pierced. “Ow!” I cried. Now that hurt!
“Right here, I indicated to the piercing dude, pinching my left ear right above the second piercing up. I was getting my left ear peirced for the third time. The right was only peirced once. He nodded and pierced me. I smiled and got up from the chair.
I walked to the counter and paid for my new piercing. I started on my way out of the piercing place when I saw Zac. He was getting his left ear pierced again. I walked over to him.
When the piercing dude was done with his ear, he pierced his lip. Zac cried out in pain. Weird. That wasn’t like Zac. Zac would have taken it like a man. I mentally shrugged and dismissed the incident.
The piercing dude was done, and Zac got up. He turned around to see me. “Hey, Zac,” I greeted him.
“Cambridge?” he asked, squinting.
“Uh, yeah...” Just then it hit me. This was not my Zac. “Oh! Zac! I mistook you for someone else!”
Zac laughed. “Yeah, I thought it was odd that you looked like you were about to kiss me hello.”
“Did I make it that obvious?”
“Yeah, you did.”
“Oh.”
We walked over to the counter where Zac paid for his pierces, and picked up a big duffel bag sitting by the door. Then we walked out of the shop and strolled down the street, talking.
He told me all about how his girlfriend, Cate kicked him out of their house, and I ended up inviting him to a rave I was attending the following weekend out of sympathy. I figured he needed the cheering up. He accepted, obviously agreeing with me.
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