A Loving Father

Welcoming (Chapter One)

Max glared out of the car window with a vengeance. Green patches of grass passed by in a blur, even though David was driving as slow as molasses. The Indian's arms were crossed, purposefully ignoring what the perky young man in the driver's seat was rambling on about. He kept musing on and on about Max's new life, and how much fun the pair would have.

Not like the ten-year-old boy quite believed it. David always was too perky and energetic for words, and tended to sugarcoat everything. Especially those damn boring camp activities.

His thought was cut off by the ginger's voice, a sense of worry behind the easily spoken words. "Max, are you alright?" He inquired, throwing on the blinker and making a slow by steady turn.

All Max did was purse his lips and make hesitant eye contact with David through the rearview mirror. The jackass didn't even let Max sit up front.

The black haired boy sneered and looked back out the window, ignoring the overly happy camp counselor.

"Max?" He repeated, furrowing his eyebrows. Was Max angry at him? All David wanted to do was give the tan boy a hug and welcome him!

"Fuck off, David." Was the simple response Max managed to grumble out.

"Hey... Language," Well, at least the ginger actually got a response out of him. That must mean that they were getting somewhere.

"Why in the hell did you have to foster me, of all fucking people? Goddamn, I want to kill myself."

"Max." The older male said, tapping three long and slender fingers on the steering wheel in a rhythm. He was being as stern as he could, though that wasn't his preferred method of punishment. It was hugging it out, which was just a complete downside for Max.

"What?" He snapped, crankily turning his head back towards David. "What the fuck do you want, camp man?" Max slumped back into the leather seats, in such a terrible mood. Being tossed around from home to home, rejected, and dumped into a dumbass summer camp wasn't enough, so God decided to drop the cynical young bastard into the lap of the perkiest dumbass.

"I understand that this will be hard for you-... For us. But we can make it through this!" David grinned, showing off his shockingly white teeth as he made an odd arm gesture, drawing in his right hand towards his left shoulder with a quick snap of his fingers. "I just want you to be happy."

Max remained silent, shutting his mint green eyes to hide the somewhat grateful look in his eyes. "Shut up," The boy grumbled, leaning his head back against the tan, leather seats.

David simply wasn't about to just let the conversation drop, still grinning though he had almost no reason to. "C'mon, Max! We will have so much fun!" He held up a long, pale finger, enthusiastically chiming, "We can go camping!"

"God, fuck no." Was Max's immediate retort, scowling. "I just got out of that godforsaken camp."

David immediately pouted, glancing back at the younger boy. He looked forward as soon as possible, looking back forward to the road. "We are almost home!"

Max felt a slight twinge in his chest, and it felt like glee. He mentally pushed the emotion down, uttering something about wrecking the house.