Platonic (but not really)

After the first day

                          Beverly's POV:

I got out of the bus. Listening to my favorite playlist. I walked towards my bike. While I was biking I was thinking about certain conversations I could have done differently or just said something different. I always do that and I hate it because I can't do anything about it. suddenly I hear a loud laughter and I see a group of people my age on electric bikes. I really hate it when I see people like them I just don't like being around people my age. Or just people at all. I just try to ignore eye contact. I don't understand people nor socializing or society. Society just doesn't make sense it's like the second guys walk hand in hand they're gay and if girls kiss there just friends. I don't understand it.

                          At the door:
I parked my bike in the garage and walked to the front door. When I opened the door I saw my dad sitting on the couch. Hey darling, how was school today? He asked. It was fine. I said. While putting my bag on the floor. Hey dad is it okay if I grab a snack? Of course honey he said with a smile on his face. Dad I'm making fruits with yoghurt, do you want some?
Yes. He said looking confused. Hey honey did you hear that too? Hear what? Oh umm  nothing. Oh okay, here you go dad I'm in my room if you need me. I said while giving him the yoghurt boul. Okay honey, I'll call you when dinner is ready.

                             In my room:

I was listening to my favourite playlist. The song hayloft was playing by Mother Mother.

I came out to my dad in 2 years ago. He's very supportive but sometimes a little too supportive he gave me all kinds of "Stuff" to use in a lesbian relationship. He also suggested that when I get my nails done that I should ask if my middle finger and point finger could be short. Yeah... honestly I'm not even embarrassed about it anymore I just say. Oh good to know but no thanks.

I was reading my favourite book Six times we almost kissed (and the one time we did)
While my dad called me downstairs to eat. I'M COMING. I was walking downstairs and sat at the dinner table. while we were eating spaghetti pesto, one of my favourite dishes my dad cooks. Hey sweetie, we need to talk, I feel like we have to do something since you've been diagnosed with social anxiety. Maybe something like therapy. Are you okay with that? Yeah it's fine I guess. I can handle a one on one conversations I think. We kept talking and my dad told me I had my first session on Friday.

                         After dinner:
I was watching a movie with my dad. After the movie I wanted to sleep.
Good night dad, I noticed that my dad already fell asleep so I kissed him on his forehead and whispered I love you.

I wrote a note to my dad that he had to sleep in his bed and that he still had to brush his teeth before going to bed. 🤍

            
                             Goodnight.

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