Amor Congelado: Frozen Love (BoyXBoy) (Being Rewritten)

Im Your Idiot

Nickolas

"Am I gonna have teachers telling me about how you are acting up in their class?" my dad joked, grabbing his backpack as we headed toward the fair. Music and kids screaming from the medium-sized rollercoaster could be heard as we inched closer. The Farris Wheel overlooked everything from the parking lot down the mountain. We walked through the sea of cars, searching for the entrance, replacing the regular school entrance.

"No, pops," I respond, annoyed that he keeps assuming what coming to the school for the first time, surprisingly, would be like. "This isn't a parent-teacher conference. It's a festival. Teachers are probably not even thinking about schoolwork right now."

"Growing up, my teacher always would remember what we had to do and what we didn't do," my dad began with his long ass story on how his 9th grade Math teacher would take the opportunity to snitch on her students when she saw the parents even if it was outside of school.

"Mrs. Johnson was a real-" my dad paused as we reached the school, yielding to what was happening in front of us. "Whoa!"

Los Robles' Halloween festivals were always packed each year. Because we were coming so late, the line was really not that long! However, it's still a long line. Right away, people began worshipping us, especially my dad. I knew the attention would be here. One of the biggest producers and his son, who attends the school, are here. We'd decided to come because my dad wanted to spend the day with me, and he'd never seen my school in person.

Once we were in, we were largely left alone. We got stares, some shocked and some confused as to why my dad decided to show up out of the blue. "You didn't tell me this shit was gonna be this bad, Nickolas," my dad said quietly as we decided to get drinks from one of the many concession stands.

"You are the one that said you wanted to hang out with me all day, Dad. So here we are," I remind him, chuckling as I watched his face contort while sliding in the credit card. Dad made sure to thank the

"Shit, has your mother taken you to this before?" Dad's question makes me burst out laughing. My mom? Miranda Benton? Taking me to a fair and not a local church to have random people pray over me? "Well, that answers my question," he says sarcastically, taking the apparent 'no' from my laugh as a sufficient response. Still, I can't help but expose her.

"Dad, she can't even show up for a teacher-parent conference herself," I remind him, struggling to keep the laughter at bay. "And she lives here while you live all the way in Southampton, New York. You have to get on Zoom calls so I can continue comin' to school."

"Alright, alright! I get it, boy," Dad stops me from saying anything else. "Your mother cannot act like a parent, and I should be taking you to this fair anyway."

There was a hint of irritation in his voice. It's not necessarily directed at me, I don't think. But he was directing his frustration at Mom. Or something unrelated to both of us. Or maybe all of us. I got ready to poke his brain again until a familiar cheery voice greeted my ears.

"NICKY AND MR. SMITH," Laura shouted gleefully from the stage, prompting everyone to turn around in our direction. Thanks a lot for helping us stay as normal as possible. Something she couldn't have known to do because I hadn't told her he was coming with me.

Within seconds, people started surrounding me and my dad in awe as they began to praise my dad.

"I'll see you in a little bit, pops," I shouted over the screaming voices, walking towards the stage to greet Laura and my friends. I saw the writing on the wall and the uncomfortable smirk he gave as he got his pen ready. Dad was about to be busy for 30 minutes or more, signing his autograph on anything those kids and some of their parents found in their possession.