Shitty at Best

Chapter 4

"What do you think you are doing?" The landlord had yelled at him and the guy he picked up at the bar. "This isn't some gay bar, young man! I would like your partner here to leave and for you to pack up your bags."

Jacques was outraged. "Are you kicking me out?" The guy, whose name he didn't really care enough to remember, quietly fixed his shirt and told Jacques, that he was just going to go home.

"This building is in the place of a past church. This is the lord's ground. I can't let a gay man live on this territory."

"Okay that's just some cowardly bullshit! Don't hide behind your religion, just tell me that you are repelled you fucking bastard!" Jacques yelled, clenching his fists.

His landlord fidgeted, before he turned his back on him."You better find somewhere else to live in a month." He had said and walked off just like that, leaving Jacques bewildered.

He used to be nice to him, always asking if Jacques needed help with anything. Is that what he was really like?

He really shouldn't have trusted him.

"Don't come back home, until you change your lifestyle. No son of ours is going to be a fag." His father had told him when he came out to his family after he dropped out of college. They had made him engineering, even though he didn't even want to have to do anything with that. He just didn't want to do something that he was unhappy with for the rest of his miserable life.

But now he had nowhere to go.

And where was he supposed to go? Find some other place, only to be kicked out again?

He didn't have much chance. But after several unsuccessful tries of moving in somewhere else, he was starting to lose hope.

It shouldn't have been hard. He should have been at least able of getting some shitty apartment.

But he knew that he looked shady and not trustworthy. He couldn't blame the people for not wanting him. Hell, he didn't even want himself at the moment.

His hopes were almost restored when he found a guy that wasn't a complete jackass to him just after he heard his voice.

Michael Zlataroff... That name certainly was familiar to Jacques, but he couldn't quite remember who it was.

Or he couldn't, until he saw him again. The sunkissed freckles, the hair parted in the middle and that sweet sunny smile Jacques liked about him.

It was the same Michael that he was introduced to by Isaac. The same Michael, that he took a liking on the moment he met him, but fucked up their possible friendship somehow and drove him away.

He remembered that moment clearly now. He was a nervous wreck, couldn't stop blushing and had to stop himself from staring at him for too long. He just didn't want Michael to find him repelling. He was the one person Jacques didn't want to upset in any way.

But the moment he opened his mouth and tried picking a topic he ruined everything, He didn't even know why he had to make a comment on the only gay couple in his school, he was just on auto-pilot while he was too busy counting the freckles on his face and neck.

Long story short – Michael started avoiding him and Jacques felt like a piece of shit. But he could always spot him from the corner of his eye staring at him.

It could've also been wishful thinking on Jacques's part, since he was stuck staring at Michael when he couldn't see him.

He found himself falling head over heels for him somewhere in the middle of him admiring him. He was just too sweet and saint like. He was everything Jacques ever needed.