ꨄ︎ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 ꨄ︎

|| part 10 ||

I just got a message from Clay. He says he just got in his car. it's about a 10 minute drive so I had to ask Nick for help. "Nick!" I yelled. I heard his room door open. "Yes Dad?" He asked.

"Would you like some help? Clay will be there in a minute!" I yelled back. "I am coming." He said. He closed his door and went down the stairs.

"Would you like to set the table and tidy up the living room, honey?" I asked. He nodded yes and went straight to work.

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Time flies when you're cleaning. I had just cleaned up the kitchen when I heard the doorbell.

// Nick's pov //

I had just cleared the last decks and then I heard the doorbell. "I will go." I said as i was already making my way to the door.

I opened and saw a large man with scruffy blond hair. He didn't look bad.
"Hello, is George home?" he asked with a friendly smile. "And you are?" I asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Oh my apologies. I'm Clay Block." he introduced himself. "Mh. So you're my father's boyfriend." I said. "W-Well we haven't made it official yet but we've been on a few dates yes." He said. He was clearly nervous. Waow I'm good at this, maybe I should be a cop. to interrogate suspects. But now is not the time!

"And have you alread-"

"Nick why is it taking so long?" My father asked as he walked towards us. "Hey Clay!" He said cheerfully as he kissed him on the cheek.

"Hey Georgie." He said. I crossed my arms when I saw my father blushing.
I went to the dining room and left the two alone for a while. But then I changed my mind. “What if he wants to take my father hostage, or rape, or worse, kill my father.'

I immediately ran back to the hall and searched for my father. "Is here okay?" Clay asked. "Yes fine." said my father. Clay put his coat on the coat rack.

It was innocent now but soon it will be.. a murder! Or something...

I kept looking at the two.

They went to the living room. "Make it yourself at home. I have to go to the kitchen for dinner." Said my father when he went to the kitchen.

Clay sat down on the couch. So I did the same. I looked at him. "So Clay right?" He nodded 'yes' with a smile. "How did you meet my father?" I asked. He smiled and leaned on his knees with his elbows. "Well, my niece had a birthday. So she wanted to stay with me for a week. I went to get her flowers, roses are her favorite. So I went to the nearest flower shop I knew and bought her flowers. Your father and I bumped into each other and that's how we met."

he said with a smile. "Okay nodded credibly." I muttered as I searched for a second question. He looked at me surprised but I already asked the next question.

"Do you have any more family? outside than your niece." I said. "Well I have my parents, my older sister, my younger sister and my younger brother. Then I have my grandmother, she is 89, and a few aunts and uncles, but we don't keep in touch." he told.

"But still with your niece." I said. "My mother and her mother are good friends, and so her wife and daughter." he said with a smile.

I thought for a moment. "What do you like, in everyday life?" I asked. "Oh, well.. I love my job. I'm an animal friend. I love a happy relationship with my family, friends and partner. I love children. And a few more things." he told me.

"And what abou-"

"Sorry guys but dinner is ready." Told my father. Clay got up and walked over to him. I did the same and sat down at the table. "It smells delicious." said Clay. "Well I hope it tastes good then. It's simple spaghetti with tomato sauce and grilled vegetables, everything is homemade." He said.

"I love spaghetti." He said in agitated.

I rolled my eyes and sat down. Dad scooped me up a plate of pasta and sauce. I thanked him and ate of it.
A few minutes later I wanted to say something.

"it's-"

"It's incredible. The food is so delicious." Clay said at the same time.
'I wanted to say that...' I looked at my plate and continued to eat. "Oh sorry, what did you mean Nick?" Clay asked me.

"Oh no nothing." I lied. "Well, thanks Clay for saying that." My dad said.
He put his hand on his, Clay smiled at him.

They leaned forward, just before their lips met I threw my glass of water in Clay's direction. All the water was all over the table. And a little spilled over Clay pants.

"oh no." My dad said as he got up and looked for a towel for him. "Sorry." I lied, I tried my best to hold back my smile. "It's okay, Nick. It was an accident." Clay said kindly. Ugh, I hate that smile of him.

I stood up and cleared my plate. "Nick, would you bring mine and Clay's to the kitchen too?" My dad said as he gave the towel to Clay.

I said nothing and took the plates and crockery to the kitchen and put it in the sink.

"Thank you Nick." My father said when I came back.

Clay had already dried up a bit. "Maybe I have another pair of sweatpants you can borrow?" said my father. "Yeah if that's okay?" Clay asked as he got up.
"of course not!"

My father and Clay walked up the stairs together and then I heard the bedroom door close. 'Goddamnit'

I followed them as gently as I could.
I tried not to make a sound, standing in front of my father's bedroom I put my ear to the door and listened.

"thanks for the pants." I heard Clay say.
"You're welcome." My father thanked him.

"So, what do you think of Nick?" I heard my father say. "He's fantastic, yes great.. bu,t I guess... he doesn't like me or something.." I heard walking around.

"Of course he does! He just needs some time." said my father. "No I don't." I whispered with an irritated look. "it's going to be okay. Really."

"Okay, I believe you."

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