I Hate You Too

Bread boy

rpov:

I can tell Tubbo's trying his hardest not to look at me. It's kind of funny to be honest. My headphones are blasting music, and I'm texting Niki. Aside from a few kids I talk to at school sometimes, Niki is my only "official" friend. 

The bus driver is obnoxiously grunting and loudly coughing, it would seem normal if he actually turned on a radio in the bus, but he doesn't. It doesn't matter because my music is blasting and I can't hear anything.

I'm smiling down at my phone as the trees pass on by the window. 

Niki:))

Niki:))-rannnnn

You- yeahhhh

Niki:))-did you enjoy yor first rehearsal?

Niki:))-your

You-yeah, but tubbo was next to me since we were the two most important characters

Niki:))- hahhaha l 

Niki:))- umm anyways hru without she who shall not be named?

You-I'm fine, but im just a little sad about it

You- trying to forget tbh 

Niki:))-it's okay i believe in you! get that hot gf!!!

You- thanks niki, im happy youre my friend:)

Niki:)-  of course:D

I turn off my phone and gaze out the window. The sky is a pink color and there is a heart shaped cloud. Couldn't have saved this for Valentines day god? It's November, it's Thanksgiving and Christmas season. Not yet. I giggle to myself although nothing is funny at all. A few kids leave the bus, as I'm chuckling to myself as if I've gone insane. Although it's a plausible answer for a lot of things I do in my daily life, it's not the truth. 

My stop has almost come, and through all my blasting music and random Niki texts, he's still here. I sit at the edge of the seat, my knees sticking out, and check the isle. No one's left. Just me, him, and the very loud bus driver.

The bus comes to an abrupt stop and I stand up, throwing away a gum wrapper on my way out. 
I walk home.

I greet dad.

And I unpack my bag.

"Ranboo!!" I hear faintly from down the stairs.

"Yeah?!" I shout back, but I know he'll never hear it so I come down.

"What do you want for dinner?" He smiles. "I'm thinking either, meatballs, salad, or eat out. So would you like to eat out, eat out, or eat out?" 

I laugh. "What's the occasion?" I smile.

"You getting the main role!" He grins even wider. I think it's illegal to smile that creepily. Probably would make a baby cry.

"Please don't smile like that," I joke. He laughs and drops the smile. He also drops a bag in his hands into mine. 

"For you," He smiles. 

I open the bagged gift, only to see it's a small slip of paper. I reach in and pick it up. It simply reads,

We're going to Olive Garden. you have no choice:P

Now it's my turn to laugh.

"Really Dad! I don't actually get to choose!?!" I laugh. 

"Ehh, don't act like you wouldn't pick Olive Garden." 

"True," I smile, heading up the stairs to change. Suddenly excited for dinner, I put on a different sweater.  This one was white, and with black lines creating a nice pattern on the front. I changed pants too. I don't know why I changed my clothes, I guess I just needed some time to think for myself.

We drive to the Olive Garden at six pm because Dad still needed to get some work done. He just wanted to be there when I got home.

We were blasting music and when "Everybody Talks" by Neon Trees came on, we were jamming out. The drive is normally 10 minutes, but I'm pretty sure he took the long way so we could continue singing. I, of course, didn't mind, because 1- the song's a banger, and 2- I like hanging out with my dad. Mom leaving us only brought us together. Sure, We might have been happier, or more complete, but if she didn't leave, then I would probably be a completely different person. Maybe I would've ended up worse, maybe I would've ended better. But you can't sweat the What ifs, because if you worry about what could've  happened, you won't be prepared for what actually happens. 

We finally pull into the Olive Garden and it smells like bread sticks. After making it to the table, I don't even look at the menu, I already know what I want.

The waitress comes up as we're midsentence, talking about music. 

"-And I really think that the original lyric was way better, like why 'fix' it, if it ain't broke! And then, they-"

"Excuse me sirs, I'll be your waitress today, My name is Bianca, What drinks would you like?" She asks all while smiling.

"I'll have a water, and..."

"Another water please," I smile finishing dad's sentence.

"Okay! Your drinks will be out shortly!" She replies, walking back to the kitchen.

"Umm anyways, so like, why would they change a perfectly good song, with one weird lyric! And they got a different drummer, and now they just don't sound as good!" I exclaim.

"You said it son," He smiles. We continue chatting until Bianca reappears with two waters, and a basket of breadsticks.

"And are you ready to order?" She inquires.

"I'll have the pesto pasta, and he'll have a shrimp scampi," I answer, grabbing one of many bread sticks to come. Dad doesn't even to try to take one from me because the last time he tried that I drank all of his water and ate all of his food. And then I promptly ran off saying, "hehehe try me noodle boy," He had to pay for all the food and then find me, half a block away with the last two breadsticks in my mouth.

"Yup, yup, okay sirs, your food will be coming in hot and ready soon, there's not many people here so it might be a shorter wait for you guys!" She chirps walking off.

"Can I at least have o-" He tries. Oh no he doesn't!

"Nah... I'm pretty happy here with my bread sticks," I smirk.

"All four of them?" He raises and eye brow.

"Do not underestimate me." 

"Okay, okay geez bread boy." He laughs. I join in on the fun.

I love hanging out with Dad.

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i'm sorry if  you never got to grow up with a proper dad, or a dad at all, <3 many warm hugs:)