Life Would be a Dream ~ A Story About Pickles

Chapter 19: Today is the Big Day

        Oh god. Here we go. Randy is sitting in his house, he's actually kind of worried about what the judge will decide. He gathers his confidence and goes outside. He begins looking for Trevor. The air is actually pretty misty, winter is coming. Randy likes winter, he can wear turtle necks 24/7 and won't be judged. Shockingly, there's no lawyers running around. Just the sound of a soft breeze brushing past the tree's decaying leaves. This is very calming to Randy, but eventually his worries come back to him when he spots Parsley on a bench. He seems to be spacing out. Randy sneaks up behind the bench Parsley was sitting on and pokes his shoulder. Parsley immediately flinches and looks behind him, obviously startled. He eases up when he realizes it was just Randy. 

        "Oh, hi Randy," He sighs, it seems he never got the sleep he desired. The lawyer starts to look off into the distance, then turned his toward the street in front of him again. His head is drooping a bit, and his voice had a hint of sorrow, "Today is the big day, are you excited?"

        Despite having all of his worries about the case, he nodded, "HEH, yup. I'm toootally gonna win this case. Just you watch, Parsley!" . The truth was, he didn't believe in himself at all, but can anybody blame him? His lawyer is a random kid he found on the street (looking for roadkill, mind you), and Randy is obviously at fault in the situation. How do you accidentally aggressively smash a cucumber jar against the floor of a supermarket? How do you accidentally break a storage room window at the supermarket you were banned at? His actions were unexcusable, everybody knew that. It's obvious.

        Although Parsley seemed a little amused by Randy's 'confidence', the worry on his face never faded, "Yeah, uhm, my father is on your side, you know," he comments, the gloom in his voice still noticeable, "He seems to fancy you, which is.. Rare. To say the least. I've never seen him try to defend someone as much as he did that other night." 

        Randy's energetic personality began to shift. This felt a little too serious, uncanny even. Which seems odd to feel in an atmosphere like this, but he felt that way, anyway. Randy leaned against the bench, "I guess he's just defensive over the things he relates to."

       "I just wish he'd be on my side, his own son's side. Instead he chose you," Parsley started shaking his head, "for the DUMBEST reasons. I'm his freaking son! Instead he chooses you because he feels nostalgic around you?? That makes NO sense!" Randy tries saying things but Parsley keeps on ranting, "He acted all hurt when I... Well maybe a little passive-aggressivly called him out for this! Like, seriously?! Oh, and ohohoho, that's not the only time he's done that and it sure as hell won't be the last time. You don't even know, Randy. Bastard literally won't stop trying to make me believe he's a good dad. Eheh, don't even get me started on the trans situation. You don't know much about that, but it sure is a living hell!  Honestly, it's hard for me to call him 'dad' or 'father' or whatever else, because he doesn't treat me like his fucking son!"

        Randy was speechless, he'd never expect to see Parsley like this. The ominous silence after Parsley's last sentence sent a chill down Randy's spine. "Parsley I-".

       Parsley cut Randy off, "Randy, please just tell me why Jimothan cares for you more than me?"

       Randy couldn't answer that question, he didn't even know if there is an answer, "Um... I'm not sure..?".

      "Not sure," Parsley echoed, "Nobody is sure, huh?". There was a long silence. A bit too long, "I should get going. Goodbye for now, Randy."

       Randy is left alone at that bench. He's left to process everything he had just heard. He doesn't know how to react, he doesn't know what to do. He's just left standing there. It's about time he finds Trevor.