Short Stories/ One Shots

Dinner with the neighbors next door.

Scene: Micheal is Kamari's neighbor, he and his wife got invited for dinner.

He calls his parents, Dad and pops. Cause they gay.

Alert/warning: there is a 17 year old age gap and there will be slight smut.

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Character

Kamari
20
Blasian
5'7

Micheal
37
African American(Dark skin)
6'2

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Kamari's POV

"Ugh" I groaned the second my eyes opened, the sun making its presence even through my thick curtains, couldn't the night be longer? And does the sun have to be so bright and glaring during the afternoon. I sluggishly got out of bed, my back aching from laying on it all through yesterday and this morning. Normally I don't get out of my on Saturdays cause that's when I usually chill. And by chill I mean bing watch my favorite shows. I had just gotten to season 4 of All American. The whole cast can get it, especially Spencer and Asher.(A/N: and Darnell and Chris and Jordan)

But I gotta get out of bed because of my dad's. Yeah, I got two dads, my Dad who is Korean and my pops is African American. And no I'm not adopted, I'm a product of my dad's seed and my pops sister's egg, it was weird having to explain that to people but it's my family, my aunt was so kind to give her egg so as to let me share blood with both my parents, and as things had played out, I looked like both my parents.

"Kamari" my dad yelled from Downstairs, clearly in the kitchen already preparing the dinner. My dad was a chef so he was always in the kitchen cooking up new recipes. Hopefully he just sticks to the old ones for today, I am not about to taste one of his "experiments" this evening.

"What" I yelled back knowing I'm going to get an earful for that.

I waited for a scolding but I got nothing, it seems he didn't hear me.

"Kamari Samuel Jackson did you just 'What' me" my dad asked as he barged into my room, my heart literally ran to my throat as I stared at my short Asian father, he might look calm and collected but he was one hell of a person, he was the strict parent, he was the one that whooped my ass while growing up, if you looked at my parents, you would think my pops was the strict, mean one but in reality it's the opposite, my pops was the calm collected one, he was introvert, only spoke to me, my dad, his siblings and friends. He was shy even though he didn't look it, whereas my Dad was loud and outgoing. That was why they matched, they were so different yet they made it work.

"I just replied....you back....the fuck" I whispered clutching my chest, my heart still beating hard, did he want to kill me with a heart attack?.

"I asked you a question" my dad asked standing in a full parent stance, his arms folded, his body leaning on his left leg as he quickly tapped the floor with his right one, a spatular in his hand, probably to smack my head.

"I didn't-" before I could defend myself, my dad was already in front of me, as suspected, he used the spatula to smack me head, his right hand pulling at my sensitive ear.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" I said as I winced in pain trying to pull him away from him, for a small man he had a strength.

"Remember we're hosting the James family for dinner, so freshen up and get ready" my dad said before he tapped my chest and kissing my head. Then he left

"I could just-" I whispered as I pulled my hand back pretending to punch his little head, with love of course.

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