Look After You {Sequel To Lost In Stereo}

Chapter Nineteen-Football

(Quickly, when I say football I mean a soccer ball. you know one of those round things, not the oval balls (oh lord 😂 I'm dirty get over it) so yeah just saying incase ppl get confused coz I was confused while writing it)

"And darling I hate how you're so miserable all of the time. Because no one as beautiful as you deserves to be so sad." -Unknown

"...Why are we doing this?" I asked, as I threw the soccer ball dully across the field.

"Because it's Father's Day." Dad replied bluntly. "And Tellie," He picked up the ball, "You're meant to kick the ball. Kick."

"I don't see the point in this though." I retorted. "And you never said if you liked your Father's Day present."

"I loved it. And I'll put with all the other stuff you've given me for my fathers day."

"I doubt you have everything."

"Well I do."

"I gave you a drawing when I was six. Do you still have that?" I asked as I kicked the ball again.

"Yep." Dad replied. "That's gotta be the best thing you've ever given me."

"Why?" I questioned in confusion. "It was just a stick figure."

"It was two stick figures," Dad retorted. "And one had an arrow pointed at it saying daddy, and the other had an arrow saying me, then in brackets Tellie."

"Exactly, why would you keep that?"

"'Cause it's adorable. So it's in a frame on the bedside table in my room, and it has been since the day you gave it to me."

I don't know why, but that made me smile. There was just something that made me happy about the fact he kept something like that. A stupid drawing I did when I was six.

"What made you think I wouldn't keep something like that?" Dad continued as he kicked the football towards me, I shrugged before swiftly kicking the football back, only to have dad kick it to me again and have it hit my head.

"Ow." I snapped. "That hurt."

Dad chuckled. "Sorry sweetie. Come on kick it back."

I grabbed the ball from the soft grass, holding it above my foot before drop kicking it. I was honestly happy about how today went. Yesterday was just sitting around El's mum house, or in my case awkwardly staying silent. It's not like I wanted to come across as a bitch. It was the fact I was shy, so whenever Eleanor's mother asked me anything I'd just bite my lip and look to dad. I mean, I wanted to be polite and reply but I just couldn't manage to speak. I was usually like this around people, after all, you'll never say the wrong thing if you say nothing.

"So what's up with you?" Dad asked finally. "You've been tense ever since Thursday."

I shrugged. "My friends are just pissing me off with the stuff they say about my boyfriend."

"Oh, boyfriend problems."

"Yeah, but I'm not the one with the problem, my friends are. The other week at school Zach just came over to talk to me so Jessie and Xavier just stuck the finger up at him. And that time I was home sick, Zach asked them if I was at school and Jessie told them to get out of my life or she'd punch them out if it."

Dad just stared at me as if to say "seriously?" before holding the football in his hands and drop kicking it.

"I think you should just ditch the boy," He admitted. "But I'm pretty sure that's not gonna happen. So if I were you I'd tell your friends to mind their own business, that or ditch their asses."