This Love Was Out of Control (Fuenciado)

Permission For His Hand

*Jaime's POV* -before Jaime proposes-

It was Thursday. This is the day where I ask permission. My whole life depends on the answer.

I knocked on Vic's door, only to have a tall, lanky human being standing before me.

"Hey, Jaime! Come in. Vic isn't home right now, but he'll be home in a little bit. Pop a squat. You want a beer?"

"Uh, no thanks." I sat on the couch while he walked over to the kitchen to pull out a beer. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you. I already told Tony and he's okay with it, but it's your turn. I need your permission more than anything."

"Alright, homie. Spill." He took a sip of his beer and placed it on the table.

I took the deepest breath and let it out. All my emotions were building up in my heart, just waiting to pop the question to Mike, well, for his permission at least. "I wanna marry Vic."

He didn't speak. He only stared at me. His hand moved closer to the table, grasping his beer in his hand and taking another gulp before placing it on the table again. "Are you serious?" was the only thing he managed to say.

I fidgeted my fingers and locked them together. "Y-Yes? I love him so much. What better way than to tie the knot, right?" He continued to look me dead in the eyes. I was getting nervous of his real response. Approve or not to approve, that is the only thing on my mind at the moment. What is he gonna say? "Look, if you're opposed, then-"

Mike cut my sentence off. "I'm not opposed, I just don't know what the hell to say. You wanna marry him? Go ahead, but if you EVER, and I mean EVER hurt my brother, in any fucking way, I will have your head for it and I won't apologize. I don't want to see him get hurt after what Cara did to him. Do you hear me?"

He's making me not want to propose to him anymore. That's a huge threat to me. If you hurt him in any way, I'll have your head? What the fuck! Seriously, Mike, I'm not gonna cheat on him or anything. I never have and I'm not a person to do that. I'm not his ex-girlfriend. "Yeah, I hear you, Mike. I promise I won't let you down."

"Good." He got up and walked over to the kitchen and threw his bottle in a plastic bag.

"There is one other thing. I need your help." I stood up and skipped over to him.

"What is it?"

"I need you to not be home tomorrow because I'm planning on having a picnic with Vic in the backyard."

"Anything else?"

"Can I tell you my plan?"

"No."

"Please?" He sighed and let me continue. "I was planning on going to the zoo. Does he like the zoo?"

"He would never shut up about it when we were little," he chuckled. He stepped into his room and sprawled himself out on his bed. "Loves it."

"Great! Then, we would come back home, why I didn't want you here, and I would have a picnic waiting for him under that big tree you have in the backyard. Now I just need to know what kind of food he likes."

"Do sandwiches and juice boxes," he beamed, sitting up and placed his head against the backboard.

"What kind of juice boxes does he like and what do I put on his sandwich?"

"Pack Fruit Punch and put a little bit of mayo in his sandwich. Not too much, he doesn't like that. Other than that, just the usual. Lunch meat, cheese, all that stuff."

I love mayo. Damn, I gotta remember not to put a lot in his. "Got it. Does he like anything on the side?"

"Better Made chips. Those little bags of chips. When we were kids, he would always rush to the closet of food and snag one when he got home."