Theron
Being an almost eighteen year old dad is hard. Responsibilities are piled sky high and the odds of me being a good dad like mine was to me is quite bleak. But the smile on my baby's face makes me think I'm doing alright.
But along came Bobby...
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Theron
"Hey, good morning Mrs. Jones." I yawned into the phone, my eyes watering slightly.
"Good morning hun." she chirped.
"Um is Ky up?" I asked wiping my eyes with the back of my hand.
"Not yet sweetie." she replies.
"Okay then. I'm heading off to school kiss him for me and have a good day." I say feeling like a little shit for leaving Ky with her last night. The kid must have been a little devil when his sugar high hit him.
"It's okay to be a teenager Theron. Go to parties and hang with friends." Mrs. Jones says softly and I squeeze my phone hard.
"I gotta go Mrs. Jones." I mumbled and listened as she sighed loudly.
"Okay, have a good day." she responds and hangs up. I take a moment to regroup before making my way downstairs slowly.
"Good morning." I scratch the back of my neck and hope Blaise lets me out of his house without asking why my eyes are almost swollen shut-I do hope he chucks it up to the rum we had last night.
"Good morning. You're looking like shit." Blaise laughs while I groan and throw my head back.
"Thanks dick." I hiss and make my way to his front door.
"Dude, you can't go anywhere looking like Lucifer got a go at Jesus."
"Stupid analogy Blaise, quite disrespectful and I would take a guess and say I look like Jesus went psycho on Lucifer." I deadpan.
"Nope. You look like Lucifer fucked Jesus up." Blaise hoots with his perfect self.
"How can you look so perfect this early?" I ask leaning against the wall for support-my ass was killing me.
"Because I have an image to uphold." Blaise wisecracks while I glare at him.
"Bobby Ray and Smitty Ray left early and Smitty Ray will be coming to pick me up." Blaise adds and looks at his Trolls watch.
"So I have twenty minutes to fix your hot mess."
"I am not a hot mess." I tried but failed miserably to defend when Blaise holds up a mirror-I have no idea where he pulled it out from.
