"I haven't been here in a while," muttered Yata while he set his skateboard against the door frame. "Is your dad home?" he questioned stepping in and closing the door behind him.
My shoulders went up and down in a small shrug as I walked into the living room ahead of him. "Dad!" my voice boomed all around, but no response came. I sighed and started putting my hair up, "I guess no- Yata, duck!"
My father tackled Yata, who was too confused to process a thing, "Oi! Old man, what are you doing?!" he shouted trying to throw my father off his back.
"Who are you calling old, kid?" smirked my dad sitting on top of Yata and pulling his arm back harshly. I dropped my hair as Yata shouted in discomfort. "I heard you where dating my little girl!"
"Get off!" thrashed the red head under my father's weight, but quickly stopped as his arm was pulled up and into the middle of his back until he was touching his shoulder blades. "Y-yeah! I am, what of it, grandpa!"
He dropped Yata's arm and got off of him. Yata in return, jumped to his feet and scurried behind me to use me as a human shield. My father's smirk grew into a crooked smile as he let out a jolly laugh, "About time, stu-pid!" he said, "Honestly, about time you grew a pair!"
Yata sat in my computer chair now as I rubbed his back. "You're dad is insane."
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Cold Heat
Fiksi PenggemarMy mom once told me that when a boy was being mean to me it meant that he liked me. I guess all moms tell their daughters that, but they all couldn't be more wrong. If someone were to like you wouldn't they be there to protect you, to see if that no...
