"I don't want you with that boy anymore _____. He's a troublemaker and with the career you have ahead, you need to stay focused." Your dad's voice was the only one heard in the quiet car. Your head rested against the cool glass, as you watched as occasional cars passed you by and houses and various other things minimize until something else took its place.
You really weren't paying your father any kind of attention as he continued to lecture you. Finally having enough of this you remove your head from the car window and face your father who's eyes were on the advancing road. "Dad why do you want me to stay away from Gil so bad? He's not any trouble to me, in fact he makes me happy." He flickered his eyes towards you then back to the road in a glance.
"_____ he's a bad influence on you. You're listening to...to different music that's loud and trashy. You're dressing different too!" He forcefully exclaimed. You frown, a grimace visible on your features. "Dad! Pierce the Veil and Sleeping with Sirens are good bands, better than Justin Beiber!" You protested strongly your frown turning into a look of disgust.
"-and my clothes are just fine thank you! What would you prefer me walking around in tight short skirts and crop tops then?!" You crossed your arms deeply frustrated and wanting to be done with this stupid argument. This is what basically what happened almost everyday, your father demanding you to get rid of that 'juvenile delinquent'. You would either ignore him completely, locking yourself in your room, or provoking his words: just like now. You just stared back out of the window, a thick silence over took the atmosphere, the mood practically read tension.
"Devil's music..." You heard him mutter and you rolled your eyes. Your house soon came into view and you sighed eternally.
Home sweet home...
You groaned inwardly. As you pulled up into the driveway, you noticed something out of place: someone was sitting on your porch steps. Your e/c eyes widened once you actually found out who is was and of course it would happen to be the white haired albino male. He sat casually on the first stone step of the porch, his elbows on his knees. He seemed to notice the car pull up and stood up from his sitting position.
You automatically look over to your father, whose face was twisted into pure anger.
Oh no...
Your father exited the car slamming the door behind him causing the car to shake. Figuring that there would be trouble, you quickly unbuckled your seat belt and flung open the door. "Gil?" You questioned staring at him. He looked unusually serious, his blood red orbs shone with determination. To be frank you were nervous, Gilbert was almost always never serious. Only on rare occasions would his eyes darken and his eyebrows furrow. These was one of those moments.
"What are you-" just as you took a step toward him, your father shoved his way past you and angrily glowered at the albino. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing here?! I told you your not allowed to see my daughter anymore!" Your dad shouted at Gilbert, who just looked at you with a troubling expression. Your eyes met and you were about to say something when you were interrupted by your fathers outburst. "_______, go inside!" Your heart pounding in your ears was the only sound you could really hear at that moment. "But-" "_______!"
Your e/c orbs flit over to Gilbert's un-moving frame once more before before obeying your fathers demand. Once inside the stillness of your home you immediately ran upstairs to your room, ignoring your mothers calls for you from the kitchen. Dropping your school bag near your bed, your feet rushed to take you to your bedroom window.
You couldn't really hear anything except muffled shouting, especially your dad. He really seemed complacent about getting the Prussian male to leave your house. Gil just stood there, you could see his mouth move but his movement were still unlike; the very expressive gestures you saw coming from your dad.
