With you

Chapter two (picture of jace)

It's been two months.  Two freaking months since my parents have cut me off, and they still haven't forgave me. It is a bit crazy if you ask me, but my mom has always been stubborn. I wish I can say I have a greet job at a law firm where I am learning all new things but sadly I am not. I am a bar tender and the local club. Though it is certainly not my first pick for a job it is not the worst. It pays well considering it is the nicest clubs in LA and I get good tip money I guess cause I was blessed with decent looks.

I live in a two bedroom apartment with my buddy Andrew who used to live in England. They are nice apartment for the middle class, it came stock with a living room, dining room, kitchen, and two bathrooms. So I am not complaining. I was living on top of the world, and so to say that I could feel my amazing life slipping through my fingers is about spot on.

I wish I could say me and Ana are still madly in love and the wedding is next week, but like everything else in my life, things did not go as planned. In the past months of me loosing my money Ana became distant. She gave me back my ring, and when I started to flip out she told me everything was OK, that she would wear the ring when the wedding was back on. I didn't even know it was off, but she said we didn't have enough to pay for it without my families money so, when I got it back, we would get married as soon as possible. Only. I never got it back, and I was beginning to think I never would.

Three weeks ago Ana came over and told me she needed a man who could support her, one who could give her everything she needed. She told me that she didn't want me for my money, only she got so use to having my money, and now that its gone, so is she. I have been an absolute wreck ever since.

“Come one mate, you can't keep going on like this!” Andrew says as he throws open my door and then proceeds to open my blinds.

I groan and roll over on my side, pulling the blanket over my head. “Dude I know you have only lived here two years but here in America you don't go waking people up at the crack of dawn!” I moan and muffle some curse words at him.

Andrew laughs and rips the sheet off of my face. “I'm pretty sure it is six in the evening. The bloody sun is about to go down for Christ sakes!” I sit up and rub my eyes vigorously. Looking out the window I see he is right, the sun isn't all that bright as I had thought. “Come on, School officially ended yesterday, lets go out and celebrate, have a brew and toast to the summer. How bout it mate? You haven't been out since the whole Ana thing...” He trails off when he sees me glaring at him.

After about ten minutes of him giving me the puppy eyes I give in. “you know the puppy dog eyes stop working when you turn six” I say, getting up and grabbing my towel off of the floor.

“Does that mean you'll go?” He says jumping up and down like a little girl.

“Man stop that. And fine I'll go, but when I say I want to go home, It means I am going home, with or without you” I say and head for the shower.

I can hear Andrew following me “Good good cause I have been needing a wing-man” he tells me as I shut the bathroom door on his face.

That guy just knew how to talk. Shaking my head I turned on the water and took off my boxers, climbing in I let the hot water beat on my back. In all honest, I am lost. Without Ana in my life I don't know who I am, I loved that girl. True it wasn't that toe curl, sparks-when-kissing, butterfly, movie love. But it was love nonetheless, not to mention chick shit. I mean we were suppose to be married! Yes, we are a little young but that is what you do once you have found your match right, you settle down and live your life with them, have kids and be happy. But did I want that? Did I want to just 'settle down' with a girl who was my 'match' or did I want to grow old with my soul mate? Wow I sound like a chick, a chick who has watched way too many chick flicks. Do soul mates even exist, does someone truly stay with someone their whole lives and are happy with them. Do people fall in love and actually stay in love? I though I was in love, but the longer I stand under the shower the more I realize I was blinded by Ana. I was with her for so long I just got use to her, and how things worked. I mean I was with the girl for five whole years, I did love her, was I In love with her? Do I even know what love is? I hate myself for not being able to get over Ana, but who can just get over five years.