Should've Gone To Bed

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draft saved on mar. 24, 2017. published on apr. 20, 2017.

song: Stay High cover by Against The Current

note: remember that Avery's relationship with her dad is not as ordinary as everyone else's. so yes, they are one big weird father-and-daughter family. lmao, they have no filters.

c h a p t e r f i v e : a tiara with faux dildos

"Don't go too hard on yourself, kid," Dad yelled with a loud cackle.

"Dad, fuck off please," I laughed back.

I floated on my back and closed my eyes. The water felt amazing against my back and this was a good day to get a tan too.

"I'll be gone for a while, kid," Dad said as he appeared by the sliding doors at the back of the house. "Tell me, you aren't planning on drowning yourself because of that scrawny ass fuck boy, right?"

I swam toward the edge of the pool and crossed my arms over the ground. "Dad, please do remember that you're practically a fuck boy too, no offense," I held up my arms in the air.

He scoffed, "Kid, I am a man, not a boy. That simply explicates why I am eligible to sleep with as many girls as much as I'd like."

"Wow, my dad is a certified Fuck Man. Should I get you a sash?" I asked jokingly.

"A fucking tiara with faux dildos would be enough," he said as he waved me goodbye.

"Dad!" I shrieked and laughed obnoxiously.

And just like that, I had the whole house alone to myself once again. I swam for hours until my body felt sore. I got out of the pool and dried myself with a clean towel. I walked inside the house, still in my damp bikini and dredged up the fridge for any edible snack.

I ended up with three slices of cold pizza. I sat in one of the stools, the box of pizza lying atop the center island with me gorging them down. I stopped eating when I noticed dad's keys at the edge of the center island. I shook my head and the doorbell rang. I snagged the keys and walked to the hallway, passed the living room and foyer.

I opened the door and held up the keys, "Dad, you forgot your keys again. Definitely a sign of aging."

Before I could laugh, a frown made its way to my face when I realized it wasn't dad that was standing in front of me. It was Tanner who was frozen in his spot as his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

"How'd you get through the gates?!" I shouted.

"Y-your dad let me in," he stuttered.

I harrumphed and rolled my eyes. "What the fuck is your problem?" I asked, noticing something was off with him.

He cleared his throat and averted his gaze. His eyes looked at everything but me. "You're in a bikini," He whispered.

I looked down and said, "Oh. You've never seen a bikini before?"

"No—,"

I cut him off, "I look good in it, don't I?"

"That's debatable," he meekly answered.