Blinded by Pity (boyxboy)

Chapter 2

Lee's car was nice enough. I believe it was some type of Toyota... I didn't pay too much attention though. I knew it had to be at least three steps below anything I would ever be caught driving in.

Jackson and I lived about 25 minutes outside of downtown in the Southeastern part of the city. Our house was practically in the center of the old money neighborhood. We were surrounded by the other upper class families whose wealth had been passed down for centuries. The ride had been pretty quiet so I took this moment of silence to actually pay attention to the man driving me home.

Pale skin. Blue eyes. His hair was a light strawberry blonde. He styled it in a 1950's looking manner, slicked back and combed straight. That was probably one of his job requirements; I couldn't help but wonder what it looked like when he wasn't working.

"What else do you do besides park other people's cars?"

He laughed,"Seriously? Is this some kind of trick question?"

"What do you mean? I'm just curious."

He sighed,"I just didn't think you actually cared about it is all."

"Look, just because I can be a bit... abrasive sometimes doesn't mean I can't carry a meaningful conversation."

Lee looked over at me,"Alright, well for starters I'm still a trying to get my degree. So I have classes everyday except Wednesdays and on the weekend. All of my other time is spent working at a local bakery over on 7th."

Okay, so he was a bit younger than I thought,"Degree in what exactly?"

"Culinary Arts," his shoulders dropped when he said this.

"Well, what's wrong with that? Cooking is a good skill." I didn't exactly know where this generosity was coming from, but I couldn't really stop it.

He seemed like he was searching for the right words. "My family-," he stopped.

"Your family...?"

"I just don't know how good of a decision it was. What if I'm not good? What do I do then? It's not like I have a Computer Science degree and I can just hop over to a different job. I'm pretty much stuck."

By this time we were turning onto our street. "Well Lee, I'm sure you're great at what you do. Oh, it's that house right there," I said, pointing to the early 20th century Tudor with the stone facade.

He shook his head,"I knew you must live in a mansion. But wow, I never expected anything like this. It's huge. Is that- is that a six car garage?"

His sense of awe actually surprised me, I guess I'm just used to the way it all looks now.

...

I remember when Jackson first showed me this house. It was about a month before our wedding when he said he had a surprise for me one night after dinner. Before I could even blink there was a blindfold wrapped around my eyes and Jack carried me out to the car. As we drove I kept asking him questions.

"C'monnn, just give me a hint! Anything! You know I hate surprises!"

He laughed his deep laugh,"Do something you hate. It builds character!"

"And you know I hate it when you say that too..." He laughed even harder.

I felt the car come to a stop and the driver's door opened, then it shut. Jackson opened my door and carried me up some steps.

When he started to put me down he said something about if I hated it he could still back out before it was too late. Then he took off the blindfold.