The Second Generation

Chapter 4

My dad rants, it's been nearly an hour now. "But seeing Sherlocks son?! Really?"

"You never tell me about your personal jobs, how was I supposed to know he was off limits?" I shrug

"You can't see him any more. I forbid it. I'd rather you date a cousin or something. " he grumbles

"What the fuck Dad? Ew." I cringe, shaking my head

"Yeah that was a bit far." He makes a face

"And we're not dating."

"You can't see him. Anyone but him."

"Fine. Okay." I groan and leave the kitchen

"I mean it Jackson!" He calls after me

"I know Dad." I call back

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My dad sais I can't see you any more. Cofee shop at 7? I can say I'm studying or somthing. -JM

Mine says the same. 7 sounds good. Bring a book, it won't be a total lie that way. -NH

Says* Coffee* Something*
But you're definetly getting better. -NH

I smile at the text and grab the latest book I've been working on, change into more common clothes, and sneak out the window. It was only 6, but it was 5.5 miles away, and I can only run 10 miles an hour. I have to run a timed mile everyday for Morans training, and a cardio run everyday as well, so I'm pretty good at running.

I sit in my usual spot slowly, panting from my run. Melinda knows I won't order without Neymar so she waits for him to show up as I do. I can hear parts of a whispered conversation between the shop workers.

"...cutest couple... glad they come here... which one... propoes?" I can't help but shake my head, we're not even dating and they're gossiping about our marriage.

Neymar sits next to me, I guess he knew I would be early. Melinda comes up for our orders.

"The usual guys?" She asks

"Yeah." I mumble, realizing everyone here actually knows us from how often we come.

"Please." Neymar says

"Coming right up sweeties." She practically sings

I pull out my book, opening it to a folded piece of paper, I'd written notes on it. I slide it to Neymar, and he helps me by explaining what some words mean, how to pronounce some, and ultimately why it was worded the way it was.

What we typically do, is I read it out loud and Neymar helps as I go, but he says I'm getting better, and that I don't need his help much at all. Reading excites me, because it's like living a normal life for a while, or living a more exciting one. I can be the good guy for a while.

"Here guys." Melinda sets down our drinks and a bag of ice, as per the usual.

"Thanks." I say, grabbing the ice and setting it on my shoulder

Neymar nods thanks as well, before Melinda goes back to her co-workers. I slide a little closer to Neymar and lean over so he can hear me whispering.

"They talk about us, say were a cute couple. I swear I head someone mention a proposal." I grin, I thought it was hilarious

"Really? Don't they know we're not even dating?" He frowns

"What's wrong?" I ask

"I just don't enjoy people assuming things about us."

"Us or you?" I joke

"Us. I care what people think of you as well."

"Aww, thanks Neymar."