Daddy Dearest

Chapter 3: Ding!

Oh God! You have no idea how much Onee-chan loves Troye Sivan. 

That's why I've decided to cast him as the best friend Neil Abber.  I follow him on Youtube because he's such a cute person and damn good singer, let me tell you. His little brother is so cute too. 

Don't tell him, but I ship Troye and his baby bro (not that he's a baby any more. He's taller than Troye now.) Enough about me going on about incestuous topics....

Do read on Ghoulies. 

Luv Onee-Chan.

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Jaden's POV

I should have seen this coming. I've always secretly wondered if Blake didn't go for women. He never brought up topics about girls, never talks about women he's met, nor does he have a celebrity crush just like most people do. Mom had no trouble finding me a Step-Dad as soon as Blake was out of the picture. Why now after all this time? Couldn't he wait two more years when I'm away at college?

"Hey Jaden. Why does your face look like someone just killed your cat?" 

I looked up into Neil's lovely face as he placed his lunch tray on our table. Neil, my best friend, looked at me in a peculiar way. 

He was the only one apart from Brad who knew the real truth behind my feelings for Blake. Unlike Brad, who was awkward when talking about something like this, Neil was all gung-ho with the idea. Neil was a curly headed sixteen year old in my class. He had also been homeschooled by his Catholic-obsessed mother before moving out here from Canada and joining the local High School; which was how we ended up hitting it off from the get-go.

"I feel like Spongebob in that episode where Gary gets taken away by Patrick," I said my voice sounding more whiny than it did in my head. "He even ends up choosing Patrick over Spongebob." 

"Wait. You're still bummed about the fact that Blake wants to get back into the game?" Neil asked in his forever amused manner. I had texted him about it after dinner with Blake Friday night. Man, of course I was still bummed.

I narrowed my eyes at him as if it weren't obvious. I loathed the idea of it. Blake was mine, though he didn't necessarily knew it yet. Damn it all to hell!; a place which I'm sure I'll be going to, if all this God conspiracy theory ends up being real. 

"Your Dad must have a lot of pent up energy bruh. Let'im bust a nut in some prostitutes face. No harm in that," he said as he ate his sandwich. "After all, if I remember correctly, Gary only choose Patrick for the cookie in his pants. That's all your Dad wants. The cookie. In some chick's pants. He'll come back to you... eventually."

"He can bust a nut over my cookie. I don't see why he gotta go find some diseased prostitute for that," I mumbled, pouting over my food. 

"Calm down, my kinky Jay-Jay; not all prosties have disease; I can see the monster jelly on your left shoulder. Not Cute."

"I'm not jealous," I quickly retorted. 

I haven't had any appetite since Blake broke that news to me. I, for one, am proud of how well I controlled myself. I was freaking out in my head, metaphorically flipping tables and shit. I was so close to asking him, can't it be me instead? 

Imagine the look on his face if I ever told him so. That's if he doesn't blank out on me first. Blake always blanks instead of panics, like I do.