Coming Out Hotline

|one day till|

"Good morning sunshine!" Jase said as Jacob turned over on his bed. There were two full beds in the room. Once Jacob asked if he could move in Jase, Jase had moved the bed from the storage into his room. There was plenty of space in there anyways and Jase felt a little protective over Jacob and felt the need to glance over at him every once in a while to make sure that he was still there, and that he was still okay.

"What's up?" Jacob asked, still groggy from waking up. "Well you've been sleeping for over twelve hours, but I didn't want to wake you up." Jacob yawned, "I feel good though, and well rested."

Jacob started getting ready and changed while Jase made breakfast in the other room. "Breakfast is ready!" Jase called out. Jacob started walking into the kitchen wearing blue jeans and a black top. "Remember I'm bringing you to the doctor's in half a week, well, four days."

"Fine.....I still don't want to go though."

"But you need to."

"I know....."

"So...what's for breakfast?"

"We have French toast and eggs. Oh and orange juice."

"Yum. Where's the plates? I still don't know yet."

"You just sit down, and I'll get you food."

"You spoil me."

"You make me happy."

Jase went over to Jacob, bent down, and kissed him. He stayed there until Jacob stood up and started kissing him back, hard. It was so amazing but then Jacob broke down into a coughing fit. "I'm sorry." Jacob wheezed out. "It's fine. You couldn't breathe. We were just talking about how you are sick and there I go forgetting the fact!" Jacob breathed hard, "It's fine. It was my fault. I know my limits-and I pushed them."

"I'm just going to finished ma-making your plate, you sit back down. I'll get you a glass of water." Jase said storming around the kitchen getting plates and cups.

"You must hate it." Jacob murmured after a few minutes of not talking. He had been thinking.

"I must hate what?"

"Uh-no-nothing."

"Come on! Tell me. You can tell me anything."

"You must hate being with me." Jacob whispered.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. What did you say?"

"I-I said-you must hate being with me."

"On the contrary. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"You have to put up with me. Take care of me. And act like I'm not dying."

"Because you're not. You'll get through this, we're going to the doctor for that reason! And I love you, and you have to deal with me too. I know I'm not perfect. I take care of you because I know you would do the same for me. I just ask one thing, try your best to survive, okay? For me?"

"Oh-I-I will. I promise. For us." In his mind Jacob knew that he had already given up a long time ago, and was just trying to enjoy the moments he had left. He got worse by the day, and at the rate he was going at he would be dead before his appointment. He had faced the facts.