Lost Cause

Chapter 17

A/N: Alright so it seems that I've made a mistake...I accidentally gave you guys Chapter 18 instead of this one, so this is what chapter 17 is. I'll put 18 after this one since I did that. ALWAYS proof read. 

As always whenever Dad comes home the weeks quickly fly by, we're at the end of October now and today is his last full day before he leaves again. He'll leave early in the morning tomorrow and who knows when we'll see him again. It was almost a year before he got to come back, I love when he comes home but it's always bittersweet because I know we only get him for four weeks.

Mom and Dad let us stay home today to spend the day with them, but we're gonna pack up the car and drive to Atlanta to see the boys win states. I thought the first game of the season they won was pure luck because they had never played with Jax before, so they were risking it but ever since that game they've only lost once.

Uncle Ricky had them practice that interception play during at least six practices before they actually got to use it in a game. Our team was playing the Savannah Bulls and their quarterback had thrown it to one of his players but Micah got their first and intercepted it before running it to the end-zone. The other team didn't even chase after him that's how much that play shocked everyone.

The tension between Jax and I has definitely grown over the past couple weeks, we can't be in a room together without it feeling like it's gonna burn down in flames. We take turns teasing the shit out of the other, not that anyone's keeping score but I've left him frustrated on more occasions than he's left me.

Vi and Rosie have mentioned that the two of us are like a couple without the actual couple part. I mean we hold hands occasionally and he's a very touchy person so he's always got a hand resting on some part of my body whenever we're with everyone. But we haven't kissed or been out on a date so it's not like we're a couple, I'd still classify us as friends even if we're aware of the attraction between us.

"What's going on in that head of yours?" A voice breaks me out of my head.

I look towards my bedroom door where dad is leaning against the frame.

"Just going over the past month, that's all." I give him a small smile.

"You're thinking about me kicking Uncle Ricky's ass aren't you?" He smirks.

These two grown men were arguing about who was the strongest last weekend at Sunday dinner so they figured the only way to determine who was actually stronger was to have a wrestling match in the muddy backyard. Safe to say dad won and Aunt Martha sprayed them down with the garden hose and told them to stay outside until they were dry.

I laugh, "I actually forgot about that."

"Forgot about it? Well it's a good thing Jordan recorded it so I have proof of my win forever."

"You're gonna use it for blackmail one day aren't you." I squint at him.

"With that kind of leverage, I could ask him to do anything and he would have to because now he's my little bitch." He let out a belly laugh. "Oh my god, he's my little bitch. I have to use that tonight."

"Not in front of that many people dad, he'll get you back ten times worse."

"That's why it's gonna be fun. I'm just gonna yell out 'coach Michelson is my bitch.' He keeps laughing.

"Stan, stop swearing oh my god." Mom slaps him on the shoulder as she walks by.

"But honey, Ricky's my little bitch." He pouts.

"Stanley, stop it! You're gonna make our daughter into a sailor." She puts her hands on her hips.

"Oh come on, she's already a sailor she just doesn't do it around you."