The Ice Cream Man

Love is Insanity

HEY GUYS!!!!!! I know it's been awhile but schools gotten crazy what with graduation coming up in a month or so. BUT HERE IT IS!!! I had fun writing this chapter. It was a bit challenging because it was in Theo's POV and I wasn't planning to do a chapter in his perspective but then I thought...WHY THE HECK NOT!!! I hope you guys like it!

 

Theo's POV

I never wanted to have kids.

Most people when they say that, they're complete liars attempting to defy the system. Five to ten years later they're knee deep in diapers and pacifiers covered in vomit and trying to drown out the sound of wailing while they simultaneously run around the house cleaning. Me? I knew from an early age that parenting was not the thing for me. I'm a semi-violent person by nature, my father was violent, and his father was violent and so on and so forth. With such a perfect track record I knew I couldn't risk it. I'm probably the most impatient bastard on planet earth as well. You want me to wait in line for that coffee? Fuck no! Who the fuck do you think I am? What the fuck is your life about? Waiting in god damn lines?

I was a pampered child....just in case you hadn't noticed.

I never had to wait long to get what I wanted and that still hasn't changed. I don't go through drive-thru's.....ever. I'm a regular at most establishments I visit and I pay them handsomely for remembering my order and having it ready so I can just walk in and grab it from off of the counter as I drop my bills and leave. I do everything I possibly can from the internet so I don't have to deal with actual people. It's not that I'm afraid of them no...I just can't handle the amount of stupidity that seems to come with the modern generations.

Which brings me back to the fact that I never ever wanted kids....and then I got stuck with one. As you would imagine I was pretty damn angry at the time as well as bereft at the loss of my closest friend. It wasn't real. When I was told that he had died and that I was meant to care for his son until he was at least eighteen I simply locked myself in my bedroom and mourned the loss of my friend and my playboy life style.

I didn't come out for days until I remembered that I actually had a job, and then all of a sudden...I wanted to do it. I actually got excited about emptying the guestroom and redecorating it for a teenage boy. I wanted to impress the kid and make him comfortable even though I barely knew him. I mean sure I had met him a couple times but when he was younger. The last couple of years I only had contact with my best friend through Skype and email and generally I would just be looking at his face. This was like a new stage of my life...something ten times more exciting than going to posh clubs and trying to impress the girl in the sparkly red mini dress and stilettos.

Then came the day that he arrived. I can't tell you what I expected even to this day I still don't recall, but I remember what I thought when I opened my front door.

Hot damn.

You think I'm kidding don't you? I'm really not I assure you. Ever since I was at the age to begin exploring with sexuality I knew that I wasn't one of those guys restricted to only women. Sure the majority of women are beautiful, well taken care of, and soft. They squeal and get mad when you get too rough or don't say the right thing, even so they smell good and they usually end up making food or cleaning so there's always a plus. Even so I always knew I could potentially have a fling with a man. Have I ever slept with a man? No. Have I ever thought about it? Definitely. I always found myself deeply admiring the curve of a coworkers butt or the dip of his collar bone, even the shape of his lips. Even so I never felt the need to grab a man and make him mine. Not like I did with women. It didn't make a difference what type of man it was; big, hairy, skinny or twinky I just didn't have the urge.