The Change Up

Jojo's Insemination Blowout Part 2

Chase’s POV:
As if sitting at this party wasnt torture enough, the guys that Jo picked to be donors was enough to kill me. Having her pick Malibu Ken, Gramps, Jailbird, and Nerdy McNerdson was a bigger hit to my ego that I think I have ever gotten. Nothing killed a man's ego more than picking the group of misfits she’d picked. She’d all but said ‘you're not my type’ without even realizing it. Then again, based on the guys she picked, it was evident she didn't have a type other than male. 

I’d just known for sure that she would have at least picked a country boy since that's what I was and that's what she had grown up with. Then again, I guess it shouldn't have been too much of a surprise that she didn't pick a country boy. I mean, she’d had one standing in front of her for the past six years, that would bend over backwards to hand her the moon if that's what she wanted, but she couldn't see it. But I’d done nothing to make her want to see it either. 

With a heavy sigh, I plopped down into the rocking chair on BG’s back deck and threw my feet up on the railing as I cradled the bottle of Jack I’d swiped from the Dawg house about thirty minutes ago. The thing had been glued to my hand everysince. Not sure whether it was a good thing or a bad thing that BG kept half gallons instead of fifths. All I knew was that I was well on my way to putting a major dent into this one -and having a major hangover tomorrow. I’d just tipped the bottle to my lips to take yet another long swig when I heard the door opening up and heavy footsteps on the wood. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched BG take a seat.

“You won't find what you're looking for in that bottle brother.” said BG, lighting what I thought was a cigarette until the sweet smell of marajuana breezed lazily by my nose. “Believe me, I would know. There is no magical genie and no swig is going to give you the answers to life. All it's going to do is make you feel like shit and still leave you asking that age old question of what the fuck." he added while slowly exhaling the toke he’d just taken.

“How the hell did I end up here BG?” I asked, just enough alcohol in my system to loosen me up enough to talk about the shit that I usually avoided when around other men. Every man knew that it could get their man card revoked when it came to talking about feelings.

“Because you don't want to lose her.” said B, holding the joint out and offering it to me. I didn't usually partake in smoking, but tonight called for a little something more than what my buddy Jack was currently giving me. Taking the joint, I took a slow, deep puff, letting the smoke fill my lungs. I held it until I couldn't anymore before slowly letting the smoke seep from my lungs. 

“More like I can’t lose her.” I said, already feeling the effects of the weed mixing with the JD. 

“Look brother, I’ve been in your shoes. Maybe not the same circumstances, but faced with losing the one person that I couldn’t stand the thought of living without. Lost her for a while too even though it almost killed me. The first step is going to have to be you telling her how you really feel. Until you do, she's going to keep you in the friendzone.  She's going to keep thinking that this is what yall are supposed to be. It doesn't matter what we all know to be true, if she doesn't know how you feel or see that you love her, then brother, you're going to have to bite the bullet and spell it out for her.” said Brantley.

“Or, I could just go upstairs, empty all those fucking speciman jars and fill them with my own secret blend of herbs and spices.” I said, only half joking. Truth be known, I’d been tossing that idea around in my head since the day she told me that she was going to go on this journey. Only tonight in my drunken mind, it seemed like a really, really, good idea. I mean, in my dreams, it had always been me who was supposed to get her pregnant so why not right?  

“Chase-” said BG, leaning forwards on his rocker and locking eyes with me. He didn't have to say what he wanted to say. I could see it written all over his face.