Page 23 of Signed, I'm Yours!
“That’s sweet. How long have you been together?” Bob asks.
“Two years,” I answer.
Damn it.
“Two years?” Bob’s jaw drops.
“Yeah, two years. I’ve known he’s the one since day one, but I had to wait a while before I proposed. Didn’t want him to think I’m crazy. So a few weeks ago, I took him back to the first place we met, this gay club my friends like to go to called Poèt. And yeah, I dragged him onto the dancefloor, got down on one knee, and asked him to marry me.”
I shake my fingers at Bob and lock my arm around Jack’s neck in an awkward hug.
“He got the wrong ring size, my dufus. But hopefully, it’ll be ready soon. I can’t wait to put that ring back on so everyone knows I’m off the market.”
Is this a dream? It must be a dream. I can’t find another possible explanation for why I’m making things worse for myself otherwise.
Maybe it’s my signature.
I’ve never signed for a person before. I didn’t even know I could, and now that I have, I don’t know the side effects. I don’t know what the repercussions will be, and worst of all, I don’t know how long it will last. So I better act quickly, get the information I need, and ditch to find a new apartment. Which is so unfair. I love my apartment. I worked so hard to get it. But I made my bed when I casually revealed my name to both of them, so now I need to lie in it.
“Congratulations to you both. That’s incredible. But Happy…Jack. Why wouldn’t you tell me? I thought we were friends. Partners.”
The disappointment is clear as day on Bob’s face. I kinda feel sorry for the guy, which is odd because I never feel sorry for anyone. Especially evil people like them.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say,” Jack says.
“Well, are you at least going to invite me to the engagement party, or are you gonna keep that a secret too? Or…wait a minute. Don’t tell me. You’ve already had it.”
“No, no, no, we haven’t had it yet. Of course you can come. Martha too,” Jack says.
I glare at him. Why would he say that? I mean, I get not wanting to break his heart, but like, wouldn’t inviting him to a nonexistent party break his heart even more?
Well, maybe we can say it’s months away so there will be plenty of time for the signature effects to wear off and for me to disappear. Hopefully, with my mom and brother.
“Ah, great. When is it?”
“Friday. Eight p.m.” Why do I keep opening my mouth? What is wrong with me? I’m usually much better at this whole supervillaining thing. Unless it’s a side effect of using my power on a person. Hm…further testing is required. Once this one wears off, of course.
“We’ll be there. You have my word,” Bob says.
“Can’t wait to have you there,” Jack answers before he looks at me. “Isn’t that right, honey?”
“Honey? You’re going with honey?” I glare at him before I can stop myself.
Like I said. I seem to have lost the ability to hold my tongue.
“Yes, honey. Something new I wanted to try, honey.”
Ooh. Is Happy Jack being snarky? That would be a first in the five minutes I’ve known him.
“Yes, yes. We’ll be super excited to have you there, Bob. Now, sweetheart,” I say and point to the keyboard. I really need to focus. “Shall we get on with…”
“You guys must be busy with all the planning and stuff. I’ll…I’ll go get a drink and leave you to it. Wait till I tell Martha about this. She won’t believe it.” Bob waves at both of us and leaves the room, and Jack mumbles something about clits and housewives that I don’t get.
Jack is staring at me.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing.” He shrugs. “I’m just thinking about the engagement party we have to plan now.”
