Casual

1. Casual

Dedicated to Mahrsy because she's one of the best authors here on Wattpad and she's also one of my favorite people on here. Such a down to earth and funny girl. All her stories are amazing and hilarious. Specially BT and BTD, they're my favorite! (Axel Dion might have something to do with it...)   

"You can stop staring at Linda."

Kevin choked on his bagel and accidentally spilled coffee on his white button up. I stayed where I was on the other side of the kitchen, with my arms crossed over my chest and leaning against the counter while he coughed uncontrollably and tried to clean his shirt with a napkin. I've been standing here for the past five minutes watching Kevin just staring out the window at our housekeeper, Linda. It was understandable why he would, considering Linda was one of the sweetest and caring people you could ever meet. When he finally stopped his coughing fit, he turned around and when he saw it was me who had sneak up on him, he playfully glared at me. At least I hope it was playfully.

"You really have to stop sneaking up on me, Mia," he chided as he kept trying to clean his shirt with a napkin. Oh, the struggle.

"And you should really stop staring at Linda," I repeated. "It's obvious you have a crush on her."

I watched as this grown man's cheek slightly colored in embarrassment and he shot me another look.

"I do not," he denied. 

I just raised an eyebrow in response.

He narrowed his eyes at me for a few seconds before he let out a sigh,  "Is it that obvious?" he asked, defeated.

"Obvious enough for me, Kevin," I replied. 

"You need to stop calling me Kevin," he said.

"Why not?" I asked innocently. "I though that was your name?"

"I'm your dad, Mia, you can't call me by my name."

"Says who?" 

He shot me a flat look and I just grinned at him. I loved getting under his skin.

"Whatever," he dismissed. "What are you even doing up so early? School doesn't start in an hour and a half."

I shrugged and made my way to the freezer to grab a Hot Pocket and a cinnamon flavored Pop Tart from the cupboard. "I just woke up before my alarm."

"Are you nervous?" he asked.

I popped my breakfast in the microwave and turned to look at Kevin. "Not really," I answered truthfully. "What about you? You don't have to go to work until nine."

"I-I'm an early riser," he stuttered. 

I let out a snort and walked back to the microwave to retrieve my breakfast . "Right, okay. You just wanted to be awake when Linda got here," I told him, walking to the table and pulling out a chair. "You're so whipped."

"I don't really think kids are supposed to talk like that to their parents," he told me in a thoughtful voice.

I shrugged. "How are we supposed to know? We just met like six months ago."

"Touché." 

I kept silent as I ate my breakfast, too immersed in my thoughts. I barely registered Kevin leaving the kitchen and telling me he was going to change his shirt.  

It was kind of sad, really. Growing up, I always lacked a father figure. The woman that I was supposed to call my mom, Cindy, never mentioned Kevin. When I was younger I would always ask where my dad was and she had told me, "He's in a better place." Of course I just assumed he was dead and stopped asking, not wanting to bring her bad memories. What I didn't know was that he was very much alive and living in Northern California. Apparently that was my mom's idea of a better place, not Heaven. I only had to drive my mom over the edge to know that and have her send me across the country to not only meet him, but also live with him for half of my junior year and senior year.