Children of a gayer breed

Nine

I had a boyfriend. I have never had a boyfriend before. It was a nice thing to have. I awoke to the smell of syrup and butter, the sound of frying bacon, and the look of my kitchen filled with food. My entire kitchen table was filled with people. Mother, father, You, Jun-ji, Chirolyn, Jenna, and Yohio. Dad gave me almost a glare, and mom smiled and me as Yohio stood and planted a sweet kiss on my cheek. He cooed, in his adorable tone, "Good morning, lovely."

"Um....... Good morning," I answered as Yohio pulled out my chair for me and pushed me in like a gentleman. I wasn't sure how to act with him being like this. Instead of talking to him, I looked over the table and asked, "What's all this?”

“It’s my birthday, Rita!!!” Jenna yelled and clapped by me. She had a tiny pink tiara on with a matching tutu dress. Her eyes gleamed with all the happiness that was trapped inside such a little body. Her smiled could make the most angry man cry for joy for her. It was darling.

“Happy birthday, Jenna!” I clapped back at her. I looked around the table to see so many happy faces for Jenna. Everyone was smiling and eating with Jenna, except for dad. I looked puzzled and asked, “Dad, whats wrong?”

He didn’t answer me and it was pissing off mother to an extreme. Mother slapped the back of Dad’s head and harshly whispered, “You answer her. Now.”

“Why is it that when I try to get you two together, You hate him, but when you two are alone, you both seem happy?” He asked as if his pride was hurt. He looked horribly pissed at me, for what? For liking someone my father wasn’t pushing on me?

“Because. I like Yohio, but not when a third party is constantly pushing him on me. Its like when mother tries to get you to wear pink. At first its fine, then it gets annoying, then it irritates you, then you hate it. I began to hate Yohio, because you were constantly trying to get us together.” Dad was dumbfounded at my answer as I continued, “Yohio and I found each other OURSELVES and found that we really like each other. So we started being a couple last night. End of story.”

“That was really all it took?” He asked in shock and awe.

"Yes. New topic, please," I answered in annoyance as I ate.

Before I could get an answer, Yohio pulled me out of my chair and into his arms. He giggled and said, "We have to go out and buy Jenna a present."

"A present? For me?" Jenna asked happily.

"I can't. I have to go to work." I said sadly as I pulled away from Yohio.

"Then after work we will buy a present for Jenna?" He asked hopefully.

"Fine. After work." I giggled. I wasn't sure why he wanted to get her a present so bad, but I will do it for him. I kissed Jenna's head, then mother, then purposely "forgot" dad and left with Yohio.

He was in a very good mood as he walked me to work. He was out of breath when we got to the café, so I bought him a cup of coffee as a thank you. I ended up paying for a coffee and a mocha because Yohio didn't tell me he hates coffee. My boss didn't mind Yohio staying in the café since he wasn't disturbing anyone. I, personally, thought my boss just liked watching him. It was very easy to tell he wasn't used to small café. He was fascinated by the napkin holder, the coffee machine, and even my apron. He stood behind the counter with me so much, that my boss put a workers hat and apron on him.

His face lit up as he asked customers their orders. About half the people recognized who he was and bought more than they usually would. Mr. Laking walked up to me and asked, "Who is the new guy, Rita?"

I giggled and answered as I made him his normal coffee, "He is my boyfriend. He doesn't work here."

"He is a good looking fellow, Rita," Mr. Laking said as he paid me for the drink.

"I heard that," Yohio chuckled and kissed my cheek.

"He does have a nice face, and his butt is adorable," he jumped when I pinched his butt. He laughed so hard and hugged me from behind.

Mr. Laking did the “normal” grandpa thing and interrogated Yohio. I couldn’t help but smile as I listened. Mr. Laking asked things such as, “How old are you,” “Do you have a job,” and “Where do you live.” Which I thought was very normal, then he asked such things as, “Are you a player,” “Do you plan on using my poor Rita,” “What is your opinion on sex before marriage,” and, “Are you a virgin?” Yohio stumbled at the more “personal” question, but answered every question Mr. Laking asked. At the end of Yohio’s questionnaire Mr. Laking gave me a thumbs and asked me to come closer. Once I was closer he whispered to me, “His booty is cute, Rita.”

We all laughed and talked till my shift was over. As Mr. Laking put on his jacket he yelled, “Watch over my Rita, Yohio. Looks like I don’t need to walk her tonight.”

“Oh, stop that,” I huffed and helped im with his coat before kissing his cheek. “I am a tough girl, and you loved our walks.” I began to get my scarf and coat on and Mr. Laking smiled like the cheshire cat.  I smiled at him and asked, “What are you looking at, old man?”

“You are wearing Alma’s scarf,” He cooed and looked at me like family.

“Of course I am,” I said as Yohio took my hand, “My grandparents gave me this scarf. It’s special to me.”

“She wears it everyday,” Yohio chuckled.

“That warms my old heart, Rita,” He smiles and pats Yohio’s back, “Goodnight you too.”

We all went our separate ways. Mr. Laking went home, and Yohio and I went to the store. Jenna had been wanting the doll that looked like Chacha for weeks, but Gackt refused to buy his merchandise. What would be a better gift than that doll? Nothing!! So we hurried into the store, found the doll, bought it, and wrapped it in the car. Yohio was overjoyed as we rode home. I couldn’t wait to see Jenna’s face. I have never driven so fast in my life. We raced home to get the gift to our favorite little girl.  

When we arrived at home Jenna sped to the door in excitement. She jumped up onto Yohio and asked, “Did you get me a present, Yohio?”

“That all depends,” He chuckled, “Do I get a kiss by such a pretty girl?” She kissed his cheek as Yohio walked the two of us inside. It was a perfect day for Jenna.