Complications of Being a Teenage Triple Threat

6 -Another Guy-

“Let’s get outta here.” My dad said.

We followed him outside and got into his car.

“So… we can go? To Dallas?” I asked my dad from shotgun.

“Of course you can. Don’t pay attention to Kenneth, if your mother says you can then I agree with her. Her judgment is better than mine.” My dad said.

“I still don’t see why you guys got divorced. You obviously still like her.” Jake said from the backseat. My dad sighed.

“It’s a long, complicated, confusing story. Trust me, you won’t get it. We didn’t either. Basically, people accused my grandparents of being illegal immigrants from Spain. So that caused a bunch of controversy, and people said me, your aunt Felicia, and your grandparents, weren’t legal Americans.” My dad said.

“I don’t get it.” Jake said.

“Because they are all related to his grandparents.” I  said to Jake.

“Oh. So how did that make you and mom get divorced?” Jake said.

“Well the judge said it was illegal to be married to a non-registered American. Of course I was registered.” My dad said stopping at a stoplight.

“Because as long as the people who actually came here were registered the rest of their family who was born here was automatically registered.” I said. “

Someone’s been paying attention in social studies.” My dad smiled.

“Got my grade from a B- to an A in one week.” I smiled.

“Good job kid.” My dad said giving me a high five.

“Anyway, me and your mom were in court for at least a year trying to prove I was right. She was pregnant with you, Jake. But we couldn’t really prove anything because the records that showed my grandparents being registered were lost in a flood a couple years after they got here.” My dad said.

“Is that why Aunt Felicia can’t marry her boyfriend yet?” Jake asked. “

Yep, she’s still going to court.” My dad said.

“Why don’t you and mom?” I asked.

“Because of Kenneth.” Dad growled.

“Dad, you’re a grown man, you don’t have to follow the rules of some jerk like him.” I said.

“It’s complicated. Like everything nowadays. And I don’t want your mom to be away from you anymore than she already is. It’s an hour drive from here to the court house.” My dad sighed.

“I’ll go to court for you.” I said.

“What?” My dad and brother said in unison.

“I take law dad. After the whole Birdsong competition is over, I can go to court for you.” I said.

“Alex, I don’t want you to do that. I hear your busy enough.” My dad said pulling into the parking lot at the high school.

“Who said that?” I asked.

“Your mother. Besides, I would need someone who was either I witness to something, or was present during the previous date in court.” My dad said.

“Oh. Never mind.” I said as we all got out of the car.

“Thanks kid.” My dad said. Jake got his baseball stuff outta my dad’s trunk and dad handed us water bottles.

“Oh yeah.” Jake said.