Maybe I Like You [bxb]

Chapter 28: You've Been Needing A Hug, Or My Hug?

Sofia know that you and I shouldn't feel like a crime. I cry everytime I listen to this song.

Enjoy this very long update. Sorry I was away for so long. I got sick after my exams, and I'm still recovering. But I finished this update, so here it is :)

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"Maybe we should get a parrot?"

"For the last time, dad. No," I rub my head. "We have enough pets."

"Yes, but tboth are so docile. I need a feisty pet," my dad pouts a little. "How about a cat? A street cat with an eye slash?"

"So she can take a piss in your coffee while you're making toast? I don't think so."

My dad puts down his mug disturbed. "How was your date last night?" I ask, adding more cereal to my milk.

"Same old. I don't find anyone interesting."

I give a condescending shake of head, "That's cause you don't want to. You have to allow yourself to look and feel."

He smacks my head, "Eat your breakfast. I don't need dating advice from a teenager who can't even admit they like the person they love."

I choke on my food. "Wh-what! That has to be the most absurd thing I've heard all year. I don't like or LOVE anybody, sir. You are delusional. There is a difference between enjoying and liking. And attraction. All of these are common in this age. It has nothing to do with feelings. Besides I-" I take a deep breath. "Too much explanation?"

"Way too much," my dad mutters flipping through his newspaper. I slump into my seat. Sulkily, I stir my bowl and stab a few floating granolas. One of them flies and hits the newspaper dad was reading, soaking a big spot around it.

My dad looks at me enraged. "I will throw you out of this damn house," he thundered.

Frightened, I quickly escape to the kitchen with my bowl. I softly whistle, and Comfort comes running to me. Holding him up beside my face I go to my dad.

"Hey, lion of the house," I begin, waving Comfort in the air like a white flag. My dad glances at me stilled pissed. "The thing is, Ian won't be able to pick me up and my car is in the shop. Can I borrow y-"

"-absolutely not."

"Oh, c'mon," I whine. "Please. It's just a newspaper," I scowl. My dad kicks my shin. I wince, "Rude."

"I have a meeting this morning," he says getting up. "I need my car today. Why don't you ask your BOYFRIEND?"

I scoff, "Rude again. And I'd rather walk."

"Okay."

"Okay? Pa, do you know what a long walk it is to school? I could faint on my way."

My dad tosses me a bottle of water, "Get out now."

"I like you better in the evenings," I grumble walking towards my room. "You're grumpy in mornings."

"That's cause you're here today," he shouted back. I gasp loudly clutching my heart. It was true though. Most mornings I am at practice. 

When I come back dressed, Dad was walking around with a bunch of papers in his hand. "How about we carpool?" I try.

"Seriously, Dylan. Get out. You'll be late. And you'll get me late."

"You're right," I mumble swinging my bag. "Bye. Love you."

"I know, child," my father ruffles my hair before shutting the door at my face.