Melix 7: After Curfew.

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by Percbandgeek

by Percbandgeek

“Come on dad please?” Greg asks. “Greg, I already told you, you can’t have the car today.” Felix says. “But dad, come on I’m sixteen there’s a party tonight everyone’s going.” He says. “If you want to go that bad you can walk.” Felix says looking him in the eyes. This conversation was over. He walked to his room and texted Sabrina

To Sabrina:

Any luck getting your dads to give you the car?
To Greg:

They said they were going to check, but maybe! J

To Sabrina:

Great! Text me when you get an answer <3

To Greg:

Ok Bye <3

Greg set his phone down and prayed that Dan and Phil said yes.

Later Sabrina showed up with the car. “Dad, Mom, I’ll be back by curfew!” Greg says pulling his coat on and grabbing his cell phone. “Be safe son!” Marzia calls from the floor where she’s playing with three year old Cecily. He ran out to his girlfriend’s car and kissed her. She drove to the house and it was already full of kids from their school. They found Kayla, Jordan, Aedin, and Kim all standing in the backyard with drinks in their hands. “Hey guys.” Greg says with his arm around his girl. “Hey, this is so fun.” Kim says taking a drink of what Greg assumed was beer because of the keg in the kitchen. Greg and Sabrina walked into the kitchen to get themselves a drink. They both took a sip of the beer and winced, it was warm. “It’s still pretty good.” Greg says forcing himself to down the rest of it.

Further into the night Greg and Sabrina sat with the others talking and kissing each other. They loved this. “Oh, shit.” He says, half drunkenly. “What?” Sabrina asks. “It’s past my curfew, I need to go.” He says. They get up and Sabrina speedily drives back to Greg’s house. “Good luck, I love you.” She kisses him. “Thank you, I love you too.” The lights were off and he quietly sneaks in the front door. He slips his shoes off and starts up the first step. “Gregory Felix Kjellberg.” Felix’s voice echoes from the kitchen. “Dad, I can explain.” Greg says stepping down from the stair and up to his father. Felix, in his pajama pants and a t shirt, walks up to him. “You smell like beer,” he says. Greg stares at him. “Go, get, we’ll talk about this in the morning.”

Greg was woken by Felix early. His head pounded. Maybe he had more than he thought he did last night. “Time to talk.” Felix says on the edge of the bed. “I swear dad, I meant to be home by curfew.” He says sitting up in bed. “I know, but you weren’t, so you are grounded for a week.” He says. “But dad!” Greg says. “Look, we all went through this phase, the rebellious stage, my dad was rough on me and I don’t want to be with you, but you were home after curfew and drinking, I can’t just let that slide.” He says. Greg takes a deep breath. His dad was right, but for now he just wanted to be angry. He frowned and Felix left the room.