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Life Partner III: Tears of a Clown
By The Original Pippie
Chapter
3
Some one knocked on the door trying to wake him up. He pulled the blanket up over his head and drew his
legs up closer to the rest of this body as the person entered his bedroom. He did that, not because he was stubbornly trying
to continue sleeping, but because he didn’t want them to know that he was silently crying.
“Bam honey,
come on get up now.” Said April as she nudged the lump beneath the covers
“I don’t want to mom.”
“Come
on now. It’s your wedding day and you have to get up and start getting ready.”
“I don’t want
to. I’d rather just stay in bed all day.”
“Don’t be silly, Bam. You’ve been so excited
about this day, now it’s finally come.” She nudged him again “Bam why do you always have to be such a stubborn
brat?”
“I’m not!”
“You’ve been this way since you were little.”
“Ape,
please just leave me alone. I don’t want to get out of bed now.”
“Well all right then. I’ll
be back up here in ten minutes. Then you’ll have to start getting ready.”
“Mom I’m not a baby
any more.”
“You sure act like one sometimes. A big 26 year old
baby.”
She grumbled out
loud as she left the room
Bam pulled the blanket back and wiped the tears from his eyes. He then placed his hand over
his stomach, trying to keep it from hurting. He sat up fast and got out of bed as quickly as he could, and then ran into the
bathroom.
He had been getting sick every morning for the past week, but today was the worst. For the past two weeks,
ever since the date was set by Novak, Bam had been feeling some serious doubts about getting married.
Bam flushed the
toilet and then pulled himself up off of the floor. After walking over to the sink he filled himself a glass of water and
then looked at his reflection in the mirror.
“Bam?” April asked as she knocked on the door
“What?”
“Can
I come in?”
“I guess so.” He said as he sat down on the edge of the bath tub
He sat his glass
of water down on the floor in front of him and covered his face with his hands. April walked in and closed the door. She saw
Bam and went up to him, sitting by him on the tub.
“Bam how long have you been getting sick like this?”
“Just
this past week. Ape this wedding came so fast. I’m scared.”
She put her arm around him and let him lean
his head against her shoulder.
“Well marriage can be a very scary thing. Just about everyone goes through something
like this right before their wedding. But trust me, once you see Branden standing there at the altar, all of your worried
and fears will go away.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.” She kissed him on the forehead
and ruffled his hair a little
Bam reached out with one arm and placed it around her.
“Ape you better
be right.”
“Well you love him, don’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“Well there
you go. That’s all you really need, now is it?” She loosened her grip on him and stood up.
“Now,
are you up for some breakfast?”
“I guess I could handle that much.” Bam stood up.
“Where’s
Novak?”
“Don’t worry he’s at our house with Phil. You don’t want to see him until the
wedding.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Even though that’s the dumbest tradition ever.”
Later
that day…..
Bam looked at the black jacket that lay on his bed and smoothed out the shirt he was wearing.
His jacket was just like the burgundy one he wore when Novak proposed to him, except black.
His button down shirt
was the same shade of deep purple that was blended in with the black in his jacket. He debated whether or not to tuck his
shirt into his black slacks, but then he decided to leave it un-tucked. He exhaled heavily as he carefully picked up his jacket
and slowly put it on.
Jess walked in and closed the door behind him.
“Here asshole. Mom told me to give
you this.” He said as he handed Bam a boutonniere
“Oh thanks.” Bam replied half-heartedly
“What’s
the matter?”
“Oh nothing. It’s nothing. I guess I’m still nervous.”
“Well
you should be nervous, you’re getting married.”
“That’s helping me to feel better.” He
said with sarcasm dripping from his words
Jess laughed.
“Here let me help you with that.”
He
took the boutonniere from Bam, whom was having trouble fastening it to his lapel, and then he gently pinned the flower onto
Bam’s jacket for him.
“So… Bam Bam’s wedding day is finally here. It’s so bizarre that
you’re actually getting married.”
“Tell me about it.”
“There. Your stupid little
flower is pinned to you.”
“I like my stupid little flower.”
“I bet you do. Pansy. Don’t
you still have that unicorn painted on the side of the house?”
“Didn’t you see it when you came in,
you jackass?” He asked with his first smile of the day
“Yeah. Why do you still have that unicorn there?”
“I
think unicorns kick ass. Don’t you? Besides it’s not a unicorn, moron, it’s a horse.”
“Yeah
right. It’s a unicorn and you know it. Besides you just said that they “kick ass” you fruit.”
“Well
they do. Shut up.”
Jess gave Bam a hug and patted him on the back.
“I’m proud of you Bam.
Now come on, let’s get you married.”
“I’ll be down in a minute.”
“Ok.”
He turned and left the room
Bam turned toward the window and a tear rolled down his cheek. He brought his hand up to
wipe his eyes but that caused more tears to fall. He gazed out the window and continued to cry silently.
‘I
could crawl out this window and run away right now, and no one would even notice.' He thought to himself.
‘What
am I going to do?'
He sniffed and opened the window. He then placed his hands on the outer edge of the window sill
and poked his head out of the window, looking down to the ground below.
~**~
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