Victim of Love

1) Meeting the Idiot

[Monday Morning]

Dan's POV

"Good morning Danny!" Mom chirps. "How did you sleep last night?"

I rub my hazel eyes. "Fine. It would've been better if you guys hadn't decided to have a damn karaoke night."

Mom smiles sheepishly. Her gold eyes shining with joy. "Sorry, Danny! But in our defense, we weren't tired and were hella bored."

I yawn and sit down opposite to her on the dining table. "Where's Dad?"

"Still sprawled out on the bed of course. He's as much of a pig as you."

Yes, this is most definitely my mother. I am aware of the fact that she's very weird acts more like an older sister. The same goes for my dad. My parents are so child-like. Not to mention they still look very young.

The same - however - cannot be said for me. Apparently, I'm not child-like at all. I act older than my own parents, who're like 30 years old. Yeah, they got married young and had me straight away. They were sex-crazed.

Still are.

50 Shades of Grey wasn't a movie they should've seen.

Anyways, apart from the child-like behavior they still act like a pair of teenagers in love. Forever stuck in honeymoon avenue. They still go on dates! I mean, Dad took Mom out last night for a date. I obviously wasn't allowed to go.

I had to cook my own dinner. I didn't mind but it's pretty lame having to eat by yourself when your own parents are out on a date.

Oh, and because of their stupid 'lovey-dovey' nature, I don't believe in love. Which sounds pretty stupid but I'm sick of it. I'm sick of hearing them gushing about their perfect relationship. They were high school sweethearts and at this point, I don't even fricking care.

I love them a lot but listening to stories about their romance is pissing off. Especially when I can't love myself. I've like one girlfriend and that didn't work out.

But, I'm going into those details. Not important at the moment.

"You're going to be late for school Danny." Mom says, playing with a straw.

"SHIT!" I shout and run back to my room to get my things. Thankfully my school doesn't have a uniform and we can wear whatever we want as long as it's appropriate. So you don't really see girls dressing up like tramps. 

I mean a couple do but they get detention for it. Other than that, everyone is dressed decently. At least 90% of their bodies are covered with clothes.

"Jeez Daniel, you could be a little less noisy." Dad groans, stumbling into my room. His black hair is all over the place.

I shoot him a glare as I tie my shoe laces. He shrugs and goes away. I grab my bag and rush back down. I hear Mom and Dad laughing and instantly scowl. They're 30-year-old grown adults with a kid but they still have inside jokes.

I grab some toast from Dad's plate before heading out. Halfway to school, I realize I forgot to comb my hair. No wonder my black bangs are covering my eyes in the most irritating way. God damn it, Mom. Could've woken me up sooner.

When I reach school, I'm greeted by a couple random people from the soccer team. Yes, I'm on the soccer team too. Just because I look like a girl thanks to my short height and feminine physique don't mean I can't play soccer or any other sport.

"Good morning Dan." I turn around to meet a familiar pair of gray eyes.

"Hey, Grey." I say, blandly. Yes, I have a friend called Grey who has gray eyes. Apparently, his parents thought it'd be funny.