Broken Promises

Chapter-Four: Conversations

Picking up my body, I walk over to Schlatt and wrap my arms around his neck. "So, why do you have to look sexy when I come home? You trying to hint at anything?" I asked, winking at him with a smirk on my face. Schlatt had a light blush on his face and, he turned his head away. "We are not about to do this. I'm cooking, and you're going to cause me to burn the house down." With that, he gently takes my arms from around his neck and walks back into the kitchen. I smirked more, knowing that he had gotten him all flustered and embarrassed. I slyly start to walk behind him and into the kitchen, where the wonderful smell engulfed me.

Smells of spices are also present in the cocktail of ingredients. Inhaling and exhaling, letting the scent in and out of my body. Walking over to Schlatt, who was turned around, I wrapped my arms around his waist. He recoils back at the sudden force but doesn't shake me off. He reaches over to the knives and takes one, and begins chopping at what I assumed were carrots. I closed my eyes as we stayed in silence, and only the sound of chopping vegetables are heard. Wrapping my arms more tightly around him a new smell takes over alongside the spices. A scent of his cologne is present, along with the smell of a freshly clean shirt. All these scents start to bring me back to my childhood. A simple time when I had no cares in the world, a time when I was free.

It was around Autumn, and you could tell. Bus stops that were once empty, now full of kids waiting to go to school. Flights are all packed from people going home and people coming home. Growing up, I was a relatively normal kid. My grades were passable, and I had plenty of friends around. Yet that all came to an end when I met THEM. Karl and Sapnap were my everything at first but little did I know, they couldn't care less for me. We seemed so perfect on the outside, but behind closed doors, they were awful to me. Well, Sapnap was worse than Karl, but they still treated me horribly. They would leave me out of events and would tell me things such as friends being fake. I didn't want to leave them because I was scared to be single, left alone. It took until Schlatt saving me from getting raped a year ago. He is truly my savor, even though he is a raging acholic.

"So, how was work today? It seemed pretty packed up there." Schlatt breaks both the silence and train of thoughts. I groan at the notion of explaining my horrible day of work. "Well, you ruined the mood." I unlatch from him and continue, "well, for starters, I spilled a tub of ice on me. Then I burned some biscuits, so I had to start over on them. Lastly, I was ordered to serve tables, even after last time when I spilled an iced coffee on someone." Schlatt chuckles with a reply. "Yeah, those girls weren't happy about that." Recalling back to it, there was more than one girl that got soaked. Rolling my eyes at him, taking a seat down at the table. "so, why did you have to leave early?" I asked while looking at him. He sighed at replied while putting the chopped vegetables into the pot. "Well, Philza and I kinda got into an argument over Wilbur. I don't want to go over the details, Q." Nodding my head, I stand up and walk out the kitchen, announcing. "Well, I'm gonna take a shower." Gliding up the stairs, I couldn't help but think about what happened.

Jschlatt's POV

Earlier in the morning at work

I'm at my office, looking through emails and taking calls for new employees to join. The emails were a bit slower in the Fall, and I didn't mind it. Our staff was mostly on time with all of the assignments, the company was better than ever. Yet, there was one problem, someone was a problem. Philza, he will not leave me alone about Wilbur. Telling me of how much of a cunt I am for leaving his son alone. I would've fired him a long time ago, but I can't do that. He's a loyal worker despite being a pain in my ass. We don't have as many fights as we had before, but we would bicker back and forth. I believe it was two weeks ago with our last fight.

The sky was an array of colors when I looked out the window, the quirks of having a high office. The business was doing average, but it's like that in the Fall. While typing away on my computer, I glance over to a photo of Alex and me. I stop typing and pick up the frame, caressing my thumb over it slowly. I haven't been the best person to him, something I'm not too proud of doing. We seemed to love each other at first, going on dates, talking for hours on end, just overall enjoying each other's company. It had been at least five to six months since I left Wilbur for Q.

Although I fight with Phil, I understand what I did was an asshole move to do. Hell, Wilbur and I were together for two years at that point. We didn't fight that much, only over one thing. Wilbur wanted to be a musician. At first, I supported it entirely, but over time I realized how hard it would be to live off of just that. I didn't want him to be heartbroken over not being able to live his dreams. So I told him to make it a hobby and work at the office.

He didn't take it so well when I told him this. But we worked it out, and he started doing office work while going to school for music. Everything was running smoothly, with the occasional arguments, but we worked through it. I have to admit that my drinking habits weren't as bad with him, more of only on the weekends and out to eat. He kept me straight and made sure I didn't drink to the point of addiction but look at me now. Stuck with someone that I'm not sure if they even love me.

Yet, that's not his fault, it's his ex's fault. They treated him badly, and Alex gained trust issues because of it. If I wasn't there at the bar that night, I don't think he would have ever made it out. Picking my head up, I set the frame down and sigh with my hands cupping my face. My thoughts are interrupted by a light knock at the door. "Come in."