Better than Friends

Chapter 9: Momsie

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"This is what a normal family looks like,
Unusual."

- Unknown

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"Silent night, holy night. . ."

"Dad's going to kill me," Dawson scoffed as he ran a hand through his hair. Lines of annoyance danced across his forehead as worry for the car we left back at the party filled his thoughts.

"It was the safest option," I assured him, rubbing his shoulders comfortingly. "As well as the most responsible."

Dark orbs stared back at me, deadpanned. "That car was my father's child."

"And so are you," I retorted, rolling my eyes at the drama queen. "Mustangs are replaceable, a son is not."

"My dad has two sons, he does not have two mustangs."

"My point still stands."

"Your point stands on two monsters that annoy my dad and a car that has taken him to see the seven wonders of this world, so, I'll be taking your opinion with a grain of salt."

"Men," I sighed playfully, turning to our uber driver with a pout. "Can you believe it, Maria? We're in the 21st century and yet men still take our opinions with a grain of salt."

Maria, our driver, chuckled at our bickering. "The boy has a point, girlie, a mustang is like a woman with double D's and children are children, take your pick."

"Now that statement definitely brought us back a few centuries." I turned to face Dawson again who was now staring out the car window, his face clouded with anxiety.

I pursed my lips together and took a hold of his hand. The action had him turning to face me, curious as to what I was about to do next.

"You're dad won't mind," I assured once more. "Just tell him that you were with me, your dad loves me, he'll understand."

I expected my words to comfort him but as his face fell into a cold expression and his hand in mine retreated back to his lap I could sense that the mood had shifted. As to why, it was a mystery to me.

"At least one of us knows it," He mumbled, staring back out the window with no sign of redirecting his eyes back to me.

His words struck something in me.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked him, prodding closer.

It was twelve in the morning, almost 1:00 am, and from the amount of alcohol that I assumed Dawson consumed it was a recipe for talk.

"Do you know why I didn't go to the university like Marcus?"

I shook my head no.

"He got tired of having me around. I mean, it's one thing watching your biggest live and it's another to see him succeed."

I shook my head, confused now. 'Biggest mistake?' I thought to myself. 'What did he mean by that?'