#aleisterblack

Another day, another dollar. That is what you had to tell yourself to get through another day of work. You hated your job. Every single day you wanted to get the courage to quit, but you didn’t have a backup plan. So, you just sucked it up.

You worked with disabled individuals. You’d think that the job would be rewarding, and it was at first. But as time went on, the people you worked with stopped treating you like you were their staff and the amount of disrespect you got was unbelievable. Your boss didn’t care about how many hours they gave you, so you worked more than 40 hours a week. There weren’t many staff members, so you just stuck it out until a better opportunity came up.

It was always a relief when you got to come home to your boyfriend. Sometimes you came home before him. He worked at a tattoo shop, so his schedule depended on whether or not he had appointments. Usually he did. He was very good and people requested him a lot.

Aleister was a former WWE wrestler. He was so popular with the crowd when he was in NXT and he got so many opportunities. But, when they moved him to the main roster, it’s as if they forgot what he was capable of. So, he quit. He knew it wasn’t worth it. Aleister was down about it for weeks, but then he found his way to his artwork again. It made him happy.

One night you came home from a rough night of work. You walked in and just dropped everything at the door, “Babe? You home?”

“Yeah, in here.” You heard him say.

You walked into the living room and sat down next to Aleister on the couch and snuggled into the same blanket he was using. He was just playing his video game.

“How was work tonight?” He asked, still looking at his game.

You shrugged, “Same old shit, different day. I’m over it.”  

“I’m sorry. I got to do a really cool piece on an old lady today. It was her first tattoo. She came in with her granddaughter.” He said, smiling.

“An old lady, huh? How was that?”

“Eh, it was a little challenging. When I say old, I’m talking like the age of your grandma. But I did it and she liked it.” He said.

“What did she get done?” You asked.

“She got a lily. She said it reminded her of her granddaughter, but not quite as beautiful.”

That made you smile. It made you think of your grandma. You made a reminder for yourself to call her tomorrow.

You went to bed that night, but you couldn’t sleep. Your mind was racing. It didn’t make sense, but you thought of anything and everything. You were tossing and turning until you finally fell asleep. Last time you looked at the clock was 4:17am.

7am came quick when Aleister’s alarm went off and he got up and went to the gym. You, though, stayed in bed a few more hours.

When you finally decided to get up, you drug yourself to the kitchen and made yourself some coffee. You remembered you wanted to call your grandma. She had recently got an iPhone, so you tried to FaceTime her. Luckily she answered.

Lord, you missed your talks with that woman. Words just flowed and you told her everything you could think of. How you hated your job and how you felt like you needed something new. A change. Her advice: just do it. What do you have to lose?

You wanted to talk to Aleister about it when he got home. You weren’t sure what he would think about it. You talked to him about stuff, but he didn’t talk about stuff like this.

Work wasn’t something you had to worry about, so you had the whole day to plan what you were going to, or wanted to, say.

When Aleister finally got home, it was pretty late. You were exhausted, but he probably was too. You were in the kitchen fixing up a snack. He came up behind you and kissed your temple, “Hey babe. How was your day today?”

You turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck, “Pretty good. I got some things done around here. And I talked to my grandma today.”

He turned around and grabbed himself a cup to make some tea, “And how is she?”

“Doing very well. Getting ready to go on another trip.”

He laughed, “That woman never quits, does she?”

That made you smile, “Nope, she really doesn’t. I aspire to be like her someday.”

“It’s a good goal to have.”

You went back to making your snack. It got quiet. When you were done, you went into the living room and sat down.

Aleister looked over at you, noticed something was up, “You okay?”

You looked over at him, “Yep. Just thinking.”

“What that pretty little head of yours thinking about?”

You signed, “Okay, so you might think I’m crazy, but I want a change. More like I need it. Work is stressing me out. And I don’t like this apartment. You can’t either. You moved in here and had to deal with all of my shit. I think we need to find a place that we both agree on. Does that make sense? Or am I sounding totally insane?”

Aleister was looking at you as if he was actually thinking about it, “No, I don’t think it’s crazy. Ever since I left that terrible company, I still see it everywhere. And it hurts me a little bit, so I’m not opposed. What were you thinking?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know. I haven’t gotten that far yet.”

“What about Amsterdam?” He asked, bluntly.  As if he were thinking about it himself.

You looked at him, it set you back, “Like in the Netherlands?”

“Yeah. That’s where I’m from. That would be a fresh start...” He said.

“Hmm, I suppose you’re right. It’s something we can look into.” You said with a smile on your face.

The rest of the evening consisted of you and Aleister watching ghost stories on TV. You went to bed that night and all you could think about was what he said. You were thinking about Amsterdam.

You lightly shook Aleister’s shoulder, waking him up, “Let’s run away together.”

He smiled, “Perfect. I’ll make a call in the morning.” He then sat up and kissed your lips.

Maybe this was what you needed to start being happy again.

Sure enough, Aleister made the call and made the arrangements and you started packing right away. You were going to move in 2 weeks.

You two gave work your 2 week notice. That was probably the happiest moment of your life.

You were preparing the last box. The movers were going to be here any minute. Aleister said he was going to do another sweep of the place to make sure nothing was forgotten.

While you were in the bedroom closet getting the last thing, you came out and dropped the box in your hand. Aleister was in the doorway on one knee.

You looked at him with wide eyes, “Aleister, what are you-”

“Y/N, we are about to make a huge move. The biggest of our lives. You’re choosing to take this chance with me and I am eternally grateful for you. How I managed to snag a girl like you, I will never know. So, instead of moving overseas just being my girlfriend, will you marry me? Will you be my wife? Take on all the adventures life has to throw at us?”

Your hands were covering your mouth and you felt tears running down your face, “Yes.” You managed to say, nodding like an idiot.

Aleister got up and took your hand. He carefully placed the ring he got you on your left hand. It was beautiful. This was something you never expected.

You hugged your now fiance, still crying. Just then, the doorbell rang.

He let go, “Well, that’s the movers. Should we do this thing?”