all american | lance tucker

ch. 41 • jack

Now, if you know anything about Lance, it's that he's a huge complainer. I also knew this, and knew that the day he was leaving to go camping was going to be full of complaining. First of all, he was mad because I wasn't going, second of all, he didn't want to go with his brother, and third of all, the kids were all fighting as he packed them all into the car.

"This is so not fair. How come you get to stay here and just relax while I have to deal with this shitshow?" He whined as I helped him pack the trunk of my car. He had decided to take mine because he didn't want anything happening to his car. Ironically, he was leaving it with me, but whatever.

"I'm sure you'll have lots of fun. Plus, it's only for today and then you come back tomorrow night. It's not that hard."

"Are you gonna be okay by yourself?"

"Uh, duh. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Good question. No booty calls while I'm gone."

"You can't make me do anything if you're not there." I reminded him, grinning.

"So not funny. I better see you naked and alone in bed tonight when I FaceTime you." He demanded, shoving his backpack in before slamming the trunk.

"You know, you should really get a new car. This one's a piece of shit."

"You're a piece of shit." I muttered.

"I love you too. Hey, do me a favor and do something productive while I'm gone. Like, for example, clean the house."

"Fuck you."

"Later. Anyways, seriously. It's a mess and you've got lots of time on your hands."

"Maybe the gym is dirty and I need to clean it. Maybe I'll do that instead of the house."

"You know what? I'm just going to leave before you make me mad." He pressed a kiss to my lips, shaking his head.

"Yeah, you better."

"Love you."

"Love you. Bye kids!" I shouted as he got into the car. They waved to me from the back, Aria from the front because we didn't have a lot of room. We really did need to get a bigger car.

"Clean the fucking house!" Lance shouted back before slamming his door. I smiled as I watched them pull out of the parking lot. It was going to be weird with no kids around.

Well, I would get my share starting on Monday.
I headed back into the house, locking the door behind me.

What was I supposed to do? Clean the house? Nah.
I took one of Lance's Red Bull's out of the fridge, then went into my room to look through his dresser. I swore I had seen cocaine in there earlier.

Not that I was gonna do it, just wanted to see if my fiancé was still being an idiot behind my back. After searching through too many white t-shirts, polos, underwear, and a shirt that said "BADS Awareness" which said BIG ASS DICK SYNDROME on the back, I pulled out two small bags of weed, and like I guessed, one bag of cocaine.

"Lance, what the fuck is wrong with you?" I muttered, setting them down with the pile of clothes on the bed. He really needed to sort through his clothes. He had so many, but he wore the same three outfits every day. About twenty pairs of joggers, three pairs of jeans, and a bunch of random assortments of shorts later, I had literally cleared his whole dresser.

More interestingly, I also found a pack of cigarettes, juul pods, four half-used boxes of condoms, a couple lighters, handcuffs, and a bag of gummy bears. Huh, well now I knew what he was "hiding." I wasn't snooping, just bored.