Badboy and the emo reunite (BXB)

Chapter 2: A Normal Steady Day

"Shany, I'm home!" Jay yells into our apartment.

"Jay-o, we are gonna get a noise complaint one of these days," I exit the kitchen and walk towards him.

"I'm not that loud," he smiled.

I roll my eyes but hug him. "I'm glad you're home, I wanted to talk with you about something."

"Oh lord, no, we are not getting a cat."

"It's not about the cat," I say, placing my hand on his shoulder.

"Okay," he kissed me and shut the door with his foot. "Thank the lord. Kay, so, what is it?" He pulls us to the couch.

"We can have an animal, and we definitely have the funds for it, and Gabe and Sammy's shepherd just had puppies..." I stop because I know he got the idea. He sits at the end of the coffee table in front of me.

"Maybe. Okay, maybe, but only because it's not cats. We still have, how long till they can leave the mom?"

"Gabe said we can get one when it's 8 weeks old. So, we got 8 weeks to decide."

"Alright, we will definitely think about it. I'm glad you asked instead of just getting one," He chuckles and then sits next to me on the couch. I lean into him, and he wraps his arm around my shoulder. He kisses my forehead, mumbling, "I love you."

"I love you too Jay."

He's worried about adopting an animal because we're going to be starting college in about a month, and college is timely. He's kind.

"We got this. You'll be a good dog dad."

"So will you."

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"You are 2 minutes late," Sammy smiled. Her hair was still dyed bright pink, and she still was curvy and confident. She still loved yellow and wore a yellow sunflower dress.

"Sammy, geez. 2 minutes is not the end of the world."

"For this news it is."

"What?"

"Let's go sit down and eat, yeah?" Gabe wraps his hand around Sammy and pulls them both into the café.

I look over at Jay, I raise an eyebrow. He shrugs then grabs my hand, and we follow after.

So, Gabe and Sammy sit us down and start talking about Gabe's top surgery and how that's going to go. Gabe is finally able to make transitions, so he's taking it. I'm really happy for him and for Sammy.

And, the thing I was most shocked at is that they want to have a baby and are considering a sperm donor. I remind them we are only 19, to which they say they are communicating this a year before they actually do it. So, they are giving themselves a year to decide if they are ready for it, and if they really want to be parents that young, and if a sperm donor is the best decision for them.

I tell them I will support them fully, Jay tells them we are very happy for them. We really actually are, I'm very happy for them.

And, after we order, Jay and I tell him we might be able to take one of the puppies. They tell us about the whole thing, being a dog owner, that puppies need a lot of training and a lot of attention. We can definitely do this, as long as we do it together.

"Are you telling your parents?" I ask Gabe and Sammy.

"Not yet, it's still in discussion so we are waiting. We just wanted your insight."

"They were open-minded about your transition, even approved of the name Gabe. They put you in therapy, and it helped you. They support you and Sammy and love you both unconditionally. They are supportive Gabe, y'all got this. And, you probably already know that Sammy's mom is cool with it. And Sammy's brother loves the hell out of you. I don't think you have to worry Gabe."

"I think it's a great idea, and I think your family will think so too," Jay puts in. I find it cute, he's tried so hard to get close to them because I'm close to them. They are my family.

"Thanks, Jay, thank you, Shane."

"Of course, we always got your back."

I'm happy.

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"Cookie night, and you're helping me this time," I sit on Jay's lap.

"What? We both know I can't bake."

"Too bad, so sad. I'm here to help you anyway. Just come bake with me."

I wrap my arms around his neck and shoulder, he smiles and kisses me.

"Okay, fine. But, fair warning, I might burn it all."

"You will be okay, I'll be there."

He pecks my cheek, I let go of him, and he stands. I sit up and watch him go to our bedroom, I smile, sigh, and fall back into the cushions.

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"Jay-o, no, too much flour," I pick up the bag in his hand.

He raises an eyebrow, then continues to watch me as I put some of the flour back in the bag.

"My mom always puts that much."

"I'm sorry, but I've had your mom's cookies all those years ago, and they aren't the best."

"Don't be sorry, I know."

I laugh, then help him with the sugar. As we are putting the bags to the side there's a knock at the door.

"I got it, can you whisk that together?" I dust my hands off on the apron.

He flicks some flour at me, and I laugh. "Of course," he grins.

"Try not to spill?" I exit the kitchen, I hear him hum and turn down the music in the background.

"Give me a second," I yell to the door, and take off my apron, putting it on the hook. I jog to the door and unlock it, but keep my foot at the side so it won't open all the way. I turn the doorknob and open it slowly. "Hello, can I help y-"

I stop, seeing the person at the door. I feel my heart stop, and my breath hitch. My body relaxes, and the door slowly opens.

"Hi..."

Zane...

"Hi, Shane, I'm back."

"Baby, who's at the door?!" Jay yells from the kitchen. I stay staring at Zane, he stays staring at me. "Babe, you oka- Zane?"