He Changed Me

Chapter 1: The Evans Family

"Brooks! Hey there, Superstar!" He shouts as he gets here, and I put my phone and Airpods away and stand up.

As much as I wanted him here to get me, I kind of wish he could leave now because, for one, it's embarrassing shouting like that, and two, I can't stand to see him again.

He finally gets to me and pulls me into the biggest bear hug I've ever felt in my entire life.

"Oh, I missed you so, so much." He says and then pulls away and looks at me.

"Hey there, princess." He says with a smile and a force on one of my own and looks at him.

"Hey, Dad." I say, and he gives me a kiss on the cheek.

"Look at you. You're so big. What happened when I was gone? How are you this big?" He asks jokingly.

"It's called growing up, Dad. It's something people do. You would know if you were there." I say, and he laughs and shakes his head.

"Yep. Good one, kid." He says and then pinches my cheek.

"Yeah. Cool." I say and then turn around to grab my things.

"Oh, no. Let me carry your things. You can just carry your bag and I'll get everything else." He says, and I nod and get my bag and my gigbag.

After getting the rest of my bags under control, Dad turns around, and I laugh at how he struggles to keep everything up.

"Wow, Dad. Are you okay?" I ask him, and he smiles.

"Yep. I'm okay. I've got everything under control. Let's get to the car, shall we?" He asks, and I nod and take a few more things to help him.

On our way to the car, we pass by some restaurants, and Dad offers to get me a bubbly boba bubble tea, and I gladly accept it and also get a cookie.

The walk to the parking lot is a little longer than I thought it would be, but it allowed me and Dad to have a little chitchat.

I tell him about how I got accepted in the University of Washington and what I plan to do with my time there and as well as tell him about the ice hockey school I want to open.

He doesn't really say much about himself. He just asks how things were for me at home and how school was for me and my friends.

I told him that I loved Boston. I told him that I had graduated top twenty in the grade, and I also told him about what my friends plan on doing with their lives and about one of my friends getting pregnant the night of her eighteenth birthday.

He was a little shocked and concerned about the friends I had, but I ignored him.

I won't lie. These past twenty minutes I just spent with my dad were nice.

He's a good listener, and he seems relieved and happy that I had a good life without him in Boston.

I still think he's a fucked up dad, but right now, he's being the best dad ever.

We finally make it to the car, and my mouth drops at what car I'm looking at right now.

The black Rolls-Royce Cullinan Black.

"No way!" I shout and put my bags down for a second and run to the car, and Dad laughs at me.

I look around the car and open it, and look inside in amazement and adoration.

"This is your car?!" I ask him, and he nods.

"It's one of my very many. Are you a fan?" He asks, and I nod.

"Yeah. This is one of my dream cars. I can't believe you have this car. It's amazing." I say, and he smiles at me.

"I'm glad you like it, Butterfly." He says and opens up the trunk and neatly packs my things inside as I get my guitar and bag and sit in the passenger seat.