Boy Meets Bitch -BoyXBoy-

Chapter 3: dear ole dad

We were all gathered around the kitchen table and started eating our taco dinner. I piled the goods onto my taco and started eating. "So, Ben, how was your day?" My mother asks. I just look up at her and stare.

"Does it matter? My day will probably just be compared to Keaton. Oh, Keaton's first day of high school was maaaagical. There was a parade just for him. Balloons and cake and juice!", I say the last part in a sarcastic fairy type voice. She just glares at me.

"Why do you do that? I ask you about your day and you just assume I'm going to compare it to Keaton's. Most of the time it's not even me who compares you to your brother. Its you who does it" she says, her voice growing.

"Yeah? And where do I get that from, mother? Ever since I was 7 its been Keaton this and Keaton that. The only person who's told useful information about the kid was Jarod. And he hasn't even come near us in years" I get loud back.

She pushes herself away from the table and stands up. "I've had enough of this disrespect. Clean off your plate and go to your room" she says, pointing towards my room.

I scoff loudly. "Oh! Are we Judson's too damn good to eat in our rooms now, your holy one? Or should we call you miss. Napier. I always said there was a reason her husband left her", I reply. It was my dads turn to jump up.
"Room. Now. I will not say it again, Bennett. Go now or you will be severely punished" he said. Here's the thing, my dad doesn't get loud. Stern, maybe. But not loud.

I had no choice but to rake the stuff off my plate then stomp off to my bedroom. I sit down on my old used stool in front of my old used keyboard. I crack my knuckles before starting to play.

I always got lost in the melody of the notes. I had played some much that I could now close my eyes and let my fingers do the work. When I was finished, I heard clapping behind me.

I turned around and my father was standing there. He smiled at me and took a seat on my bed and looked around the room. It was a small room. One I had since I was small. The walls were plain white and the floor was a soft brown color. Not much of a teenage boys room.

All of the baby stuff was out, obviously, and my other stuff moved in. I didn't have much. A small twin sized bed with light blue blankets and sheets. A pillow to match. Of course I had my keyboard in the corner and a little TV in front of my bed. I had posters of my favorite bands on the wall. Panic! mostly. But some others as well.

Then I had my little closet filled with black skinny jeans, sweaters, and bans tees. I wasn't like a really big... Dare I say it..emo. I wasn't emo at all. But band tees are cool...right?

"I've told you before that you can move into your brothers room. Your mother and I wouldn't mind at all.. He's been..gone for a while now and it's just empty" my dad says.

"Yeah...", I sigh. "I'm gonna pass". I turn on the stool and look at him. "What? Did mom send you in here to lecture me? I'm not in the wrong, dad"

"I know, Ben, I know. He's been gone for almost 17 years. Believe it or not, that's not enough time to forget him. She never will and I never will. Neither will Jarod, even though he's found someone. We've found someone too, you" he smiles softly at me.

"I'm not asking you to forger about Keaton, dad. I'm asking you guys to see me as Ben, not Keaton. Can you do that?", I ask. He stands up and comes over to me. He holds out his hand.

"Let's make a deal. You come with me to the high school football game and you have yourself a deal", he says, leaving his hand extended.

I look up at him for a second. "You know I hate cocky football players, right?", I ask. He nods. "And I'll probably just talk shit the whole time?" He gives me another nod. "And you're cool with that?" One last nod. I sigh before taking his hand.

"Deal"