Testosterone Boy (Brendon Urie)

🌑Chapter 17🌕: Have a Wonderful Evening

Lana's POV:

After Oliver gave me a ride home, I noticed there were only my sister's and mother's car. I know I should be used to it by now, but I can't help but to hate it whenever my dad is not home. He's supposed to be here, this weekend I wanted to spend time with him, with my hero, my pops.

I go upstairs, take a shower and decide to start reading one of the classic novels my dad bought me, "Jane Eyre" in my room before going to sleep. I check the clock, 1:30am. At 2:00am I'll stop reading and actually going to sleep.

I love classic novels a lot. I feel like it's my little own world, because not many people I know even read, let alone read old books. Not that I talk to many people anyway. Reading helps me distract myself from things like missing my dad who I really wish I could spend more time with. Maybe this time he decided to stay at the hospital floor where doctors and nurses stay at some nights, maybe because he had some important surgery or I don't know. I also wish I could understand his job more, but that could only be if he took the time to tell me stories about his job, and I know time is not something we have much.

My door opens and my sister Camillia comes by.

"What are you-"

"Shhhhhhhh" She cuts me off.

"What are you doing?" I whisper as she turns off the lights, opens my curtains and starts looking through my window.

"I think he's here." She says

"Who? Dad?"

"Yea"

"Oh, that's great! Let me see!"

"Great? What can be great about a father arriving home at almost 2am?"

"Come on, Camillia. You know well how much effort he puts at his job."

"Yeah, I've noticed. I've noticed so much that  I also see that he doesn't care about his family." Camillia closes my curtains and leaves the room.

I'm just glad that he's here.

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I wake up, brush my teeth and go downstairs. My mom and dad are making breakfast together, which is very weird considering this does not happen often.

"Good morning sweetheart" said dad smiling and opening his arms.

"Dad! Good morning!" I hugged him happy to have him here.

"Happy to be here with my favorite girls. How is doing my little one? Everything fine with school?" He asks

Camillia enters to the kitchen.

"That's not even a real question, she's always fine with school." Says Cam rubbing one eye, still sleepy. "Are you two making breakfast together?"

"Yes, Camillia." Mom replied

"You don't actually do that since forever." Camillia mumbled

"Adam, honey, when was the last time we made breakfast together?" Mom asked dad.

"I... I have forgotten honey." He responded.

And yes, my father's name is Adam; my mother's Carol.

Camillia rolls her eyes and sits at the dining room's table, which you can see from the kitchen.