“WHAT?” Al jumped out of his seat glaring at you.
Giving him an angry pout you sat on his lap. Sitting sideways you put your arms around his neck, “I said ‘what do you want for dinner’?”
“Want to go out?”
He said nothing, only flipped the channel with a click of the remote.
You frowned. “Al…Al…Al…Al...AL!”
“WHAT?” he shouted. The volume from his retort sent you off his lap. He looked down at you, not even bothering to apologize or help you.
“I asked ‘do you want to go out’?”
He shrugged and went back to watching TV. Huffing you got up and left him in the couch. Taking your purse and keys you left him at the house.
You drove to Ollie’s house. He was always nice and listened to you when you had troubles with Al.
“He’s just ignoring me all the time. I think we’re over,” you told him.
Oliver nodded understandingly while he frosted a cupcake, “Why don’t you talk to him about it?”
“That’s the problem,” you said, “we don’t talk. He just sits there and watches TV all day. It’s like I’m just there to cook and do laundry for him.”
“I’m sure he loves you,” said Oliver.
You shook your head, “He never says he loves me anymore. I really think it’s time for me to move out. I’m going to go pack my stuff.”
“Well you know you can stay here as long as you need, poppet,” said Oliver.
“Thanks Ollie,” you said giving him a kiss on the cheek, “you’re a great friend.”
You drove back home and picked up a few things. Most of the stuff Al could keep. You got your things and put them in a box, eventually Al would figure out you were gone. And by that time it would be too late and he couldn’t stop you.
As you walked out the door you said, “I’m leaving.”
He didn’t move.
Sighing you wrote him a note and left it on the table,
I’m gone for good. Will always love you.
With that you left the house and drove your car to Ollie’s house.
“Hey! Ollie I’m back!”
A few days later everything caught up with you and by that I mean Al caught up with you.
“__________!” Al shouted from outside Ollie’s house. “I swear that if you don’t open this door right now I’ll kick it in! ONE! TWO! THR-.”
You opened it, “What?”
“Where did you go?” he asked still upset.
“Didn’t you get my note?” you asked.
“Of course I (swear word) got your (swear word) note! Now cut the (swear word), and get in the car we’re going home.”
He grabbed your arm, but you stayed where you were. “I’m not going back Al.”
He glared at you, “___________, now isn’t the time for games. Get in the car.”
“I told you we’re over Al. I’m not going to stay with someone who doesn’t love me,” you said.
“Who said I didn’t love you?”
“You did, you never talk to me anymore,” you said, “and I’m not going back to being ignored.”
Al grabbed both your arms and said, “Babe, if you get in the car right now I’ll drive us home and show you how much I love you. Now let’ go.”
You blushed at what he was suggesting. “A-Al…that’s not love. That’s lust.”
Growling Al kissed you hard. “I love ya, __________. Just ‘cause I don’t say it every day doesn’t mean I don’t.”
“O-ok,” you said still dazed by the force of the kiss. “I believe you.”
“Good,” Al smirked and kissed you again, this time more gently.