kids in the dark ➳ m.g.c

13 ; good morning

||Leia's p.o.v||

Daryl was cooking us pancakes because we can't even cook for our lives. But thank god Daryl is still here to make us breakfast before he leaves for work. 

Daryl points out, "Leia? Isn't that Michael's shirt?" 

Uh oh. What do I say? What do I do? 

"Oh, yeah, somehow she took it without me looking, you know." Michael lies. 

"Is that a thing you teens do these days? Stealing shirts?" 

I laugh, "Yeah, that's what everyone does." 

"You know, Michael, when your mom and I were dating she would steal my shirts all the time, it's like you guys are dating. I mean I don't mind if you guys date, because you guys seem like a really gre-"

"Okay, dad, that's enough, talking." Michael rolls his eyes. 

"It's like you two crazy kids are hiding something? What happened?" Daryl asks while flipping pancakes. 

Michael and I both look at each other, wide-eyed. He mouths, 'What do we do?' 

"Oh, nothing much happened, you know, we just got drunk and-" 

Daryl interrupts me, "Did you guys have sex?" 

Michael laughs like nothing happened, "No, dad!" 

"Leia, Michael, it's fine if you guys had sex last night I won't tell anyone." Daryl says. 

"You won't tell my parents, Mr. Clifford?" I ask. 

"I promise, because you know how they hate Michael." He says. 

"Okay, yes, dad, we did bang last night and we started dating." 

I look at Michael and mouth the words: Are you fucking serious?

"Really? That's great! That's really great!" Daryl begins to smile and hands us our breakfast, "I knew you two were hiding something." 

"Did you hear us last night?" Michael asks. I punch him on his arm. 

"No, I didn't but I don't know if your mom did." 

Michael curses under his breath and we both begin to stuff Daryl's pancakes in our mouths. 

"This is good, Mr. Clif-" 

Daryl interrupts me one more time, "Oh, please, Leia, don't call me Mr. Clifford, call me 'Dad.'" 

But calling Daryl, 'dad,' seems pretty weird to me, like Michael and I have only been dating for one day and Daryl suggests I call him dad. But I feel more welcomed into the family, "Gee, Mr- Oh I mean, Dad, I feel so welcome into this family than before." 

Daryl smiles, "I mean, you are part of this family, ever since you were like eleven. Well, I gotta go to work, have fun you two!" He grabs his keys and walks out the door. 

"My dad knows fucking everything, he knows when I fucked someone, he just knows every single damn thing." Michael points out. 

I sigh, "He's really nice, though." 

"Yeah..." 

I begin to get a phone call from an unknown number. I ignore it and eat my pancakes instead. The number calls again. But I ignore it. 

"Who's that?" Michael asks. 

"I dunno, it's some random number." 

He takes my phone and when the number calls again he answers it, "Hello? Who's this?"