Dysfunctional [LIAM DUNBAR] ✓

four | average

James had a pretty hectic weekend, he had to go back to mall to get phone because the phone he wanted was being shipped as him and the employee spoke on the past Thursday. Right as he got him, before James could even look at the letter his father left on the table; Owen dragged his son out to get his licences.

And James did get his license, if he had one talent it was making great guesses on tests. Most was common knowledge but some of the things he had no clue what they were asking. He got one question wrong out of the entire thing, but it wasn't enough that they could fail him.

So James got to drive home, his father was putting a lot of trust in him at the moment. James had driven once before, and it was only in a parking lot. "This is awesome." James chuckled, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel; a huge grin on his face. "Now all I need is my own car."

"Don't push it." Owen chuckled, James didn't pay for his phone or the test. "I can take a nap, maybe even go on Facebook." James in the corner of his eye watched his father recline the chair back and go on his phone. So James turned the radio on, and listened to a bunch of ads until some music came on.

That was his Saturday, most of it was spent waiting in line to take his test and doing his homework because some teachers suck and give homework over the weekend.

James' Sunday was far more interesting than his Saturday and he found driving thrilling. His father even let him drive on his own after a while, even if it wasn't legal yet. That only made James even more suspicious because the last time his father spoiled him was when James' mother left, but James hadn't questioned his father out loud yet.

While Owen was out grocery shopping, because Milk was a necessity, along with chocolate milk. Something that James asked for, and as long as he Owen was keeping a secret the sixteen year old would get what he wanted.

Currently James was looking around the kitchen for an envelope; the one that made his father act all strange. He already checked his father's room and bathroom, and he found nothing. His father was a great hider, and that was mainly where James got it from.

"Come on, where did he hide it?" James muttered. Taking a deep breathe, James tried to think more like his father and less like himself. James liked to hide things in places no one would ever think, his father was similar but instead of hiding them in obvious places like James; he hid them in unfair places.

Owen was far taller than James, James was around 5'4, whereas Owen was over six foot. James eyes went from the eye level cupboards to further up. His eyes scanned the top shelf of cupboards, trying to see if it would peek out. Hoping it would make it easier for him to find the letter, even if there was just a pile of stuff; James would bet that it'd be there.

Instead he saw a travel mug that has been there since he got back, it even had dust on it and showed no sign of being moved. James still wanted to make sure, he reached over the top of the fridge; keeping himself as close to the cold box as possible. "Fuck." James muttered, taking a step back, James once again wished he was taller than he currently was.

James went over to the island counter, and grabbed one of the stools. He knew he could at least stand on the second bar around the legs and be secure. If he pushed it to the cushion on the stool, he'd probably fall. Dragging it over, James attempted to reach the travel mug that his father refused to get rid of.

"Yes!" James said once he had the handle of the mug, dragging it closer to the edge and instead of what he thought; which was that the letter would be crumpled in the mug, an envelope fell onto the floor behind James.

James jumped off the stool, after shoving the mug back. He picked the blue envelope up, if he father wanted to hide it from him; he could have changed the envelope. James dragged the stool back to the island, and right as he sat down to read the mystery; the doorbell rang. James shook his head in annoyance, but went to answer it.

Sliding the letter into his pack pocket, James opened the door expecting to see his father struggling with the groceries. Instead he saw a man that was definitely a parole officer for a drug test. "James Blake?" He nodded. "I have a feeling we are going to be seeing each other a lot."

"You're the one who has to test my piss." He shrugged, letting the man in. "Wait-" he put his hand on the door frame. "Badge?" He raised an eyebrow, with an amused look on his face. "Some form of identity, it could be your gym membership." As a joke, the man with the name Greg David's did show him his gym membership and then handed him a cup.

"Go piss."

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"You missed my first drug test of the season." James said as he father walked into the kitchen, the sixteen year old; after Greg left hid the envelope in his own room and planned on reading it later. Owen found it strange how his son could mention some things so easily, like it was a normal life thing. Owen just nodded, wanting to feel like how he son felt about it but he couldn't. He felt like he failed James.

"If you failed they'll send you back."

"Haven't smoked or done any illegal substance." James reassured. "Yet." He muttered, he would wait until his 'random' drug test were done till he smoked. The man who came by said he had fifteen more, and he only had one year until they were done. James knew when his next one was, he had about two weeks. It wasn't hard to find out when Greg left his sheet out with dates to visit this home. "Thanks for believing in me." James didn't budge from the couch as his father walked back towards the main room.

"It was just reminder, I just don't want to ruin your life because you wanted to get high." His father simply stated, but his face remained straight. His voice was like he was trying to state some authority. "Understand?" James turned his attention back his phone, and gave him a small nod. Owen walked closer to his son, and spoke more serious. "I'm serious James, don't-"

"Jesus Christ I get it!" James snapped back. "What the fuck is wrong with you? One minute you're spoiling me and the next you're treating me-"

"Treating you like a delinquent? You have a record James! I have to be more strict, I can't just let you ruin your life!" His father yelled back, gritting his teeth.

James stood up from the couch, sliding his phone into his back pocket. "My life is already fucked up, sorry to disappoint. It's been fucked since you decided to let mom leave." Owen took a step back, the sixteen year old took a deep breathe but he didn't feel any more calm. James didn't regret saying what he said. "I have homework to do." James glared at his father who remained silent.

Owen always got silent when James made a comment that hurt but was true. Whereas James was the opposite, he'd either physically or verbally fight a person until he won. The two had a small stand off, before the sixteen year old went up to his room.

James shut his door, and pulled the envelope out from his pile of homework. It was already open, and James didn't have to worry about making it look unopened.

He didn't look at who sent it, he didn't even think of it. It was a letter, a folded piece of paper. As he read it, he gritted his teeth and was sure he could possibly break a tooth. "Fucking asshole." He spoke with disgust.

"James-" Owen walked in, stopping before he could even start his sentence. "Where did you find that?"

"When did you get this?" James didn't answer his father's question, he looked didn't look at his father.

"For fuck sakes, don't go through my mail." His father ripped the letter from his son. "Do you homework."

unedited

James is my bby, and I just want one of my own.

Also if you watch shameless, then I posted a fanfic for Carl! If you don't watch shameless, you really should because the Gallagher's are the best type of family.

S6 Carl looks hot af, and Lip always looks hot. I'm so excited for shameless, okay bye!