Evanstan One shots

Rough Times

A/N: I will not explain what the hell was going through my brain during the creation of the last chapter. If you like it, great. If you don't..... Sounds like a you problem. Okay. Love you guys❤

No one said marriage was easy. And it's not. Whether it's the same sex marriage or a heterosexual marriage. Someone or something always wants to pry it's way to break the couple apart.

All I'm saying, in the most nicest way, is if our neighbor doesn't mind her damn business, her body will get scooped up from a river on the news.
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She was super sweet when we moved in across the street from us. A pure angel if I dare say. Her home is one of those usual colorful homes with a nice front garden. You know those stereotypical old people, mainly females, homes you see in movies. To picture their old innocence and colorful wisdom.
Unfortunately, after she found out Chris was not my housemate, all the sweet gestures of 'good morning', 'afternoon', and 'evening' and gentle advice about improving our own yard/garden came to a instant halt.

The colors at her house seemed more fading than I remember and the garden didn't seem that heavenly. Especially when you know the true person that lives there.

But she is the problem that has cause a bit of a dent in Chris and I's marriage.
She drove a small wedge in between us when she started mainly loving Chris. I mean, I don't blame her, he's a golden retriever in human form. No one can resist the adorable and positive energy he throws off.

She would be over at our house, making backhanded compliments about our decor choices. She assumed I made them but she ignored me when I said Chris and I did the decorating together.
I didn't enjoy her presence in my home where I should feel relaxed and happy. But Chris is too nice of a person to tell her no when she asks in her sweetly tone if she can stop by.

"She's just an old woman who wants to socialize. She'll warm up to you. If you give her a chance."

Here's an important part of the story I forgot to tell you. Chris doesn't know that this woman is a homophobe.

And as much as I want to tell him, I'm in too deep. To where if I dare say this accusation, I look like an asshole in Chris's eyes. Because she is an innocent widow.
And back when I mentioned about pure innocence and colorful wisdom, she holds no innocence and pitch black wisdom that gives the ability to act really well and manipulate.

Especially manipulate sweethearts like Chris.

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"I just don't like the feeling I get from her, babe"
I watch him clean off the kitchen counter as I was standing in the doorway, already for bed because Chris pushed to clean up dinner this time since I did the cooking tonight.
He chuckled as he rinsed off the cloth he used for wiping up any leftover crumbs or spills.

"I think you're paranoid because of how older people have treated you in the past"
I scoffed, "seriously? Chris you're older than me!"
"Yeah by a year."
I shrugged, "still a fossil"

He rolled his eyes and turned off the lights, walking with me to our bedroom. "I just don't think she enjoys my company as much as she enjoys yours"
He looked at me once we made it to the bedroom, "you just need to find something you both find interesting and start talking about it"
I furrowed my eyebrows, "yeah, Chris. Let me get my textbook knowledge of the Great Depression and World War II and bring it against her personal experience. We'll for sure become besties."
He chuckled and grabbed my hands, "sweetheart. Just try the next time she visits, okay? And if you two don't get along, I'll just invite her over a little less."

I grunted. "Yeah"
I looked down then back at him, "I think she has a crush on you"
"What?"
"Maybe you remind her of her husband from the past or a lover she once had"
"I don't think-"
I covered his mouth, "never deny the possibility of a sugar momma"