A Match Into Water (Cake)

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'if you think you're dumber than you're probably wrong'

I crossed my legs as I played my guitar softly. I hummed the lyrics to I Miss You as I played my guitar. Michael and Jade are going on a date today so I have no one to hang out with. I have no reason to go to the mall, so here I sit, playing my guitar and waiting for my mum to finish making dinner. It’s been about an hour sense she said she was going to be making something. I’m starting to think that she fell asleep while cooking or she passed out. Either one will fit my mum perfectly. I know it sounds rude for thinking that but it’s true. You can ask anyone who knows my mum and you’ll know it’s true.

My phone went off and I put my guitar down. I grabbed it and saw my dad was calling. I sighed before answering.

“Calum,” my dad said quietly.

 “Hi,” I said and bit my lip.

 “How have you been buddy?” “What do you want?” “Uh, well I’m soon going to be getting married,” my dad started, “And my wife would like to meet you.” “Alright,” I said quietly.

 “Can you come over for dinner tonight or tomorrow?” “Uh, I can come over tonight I guess.” “Alright. Can you be here by 6,” my sad asked.

“Sure.”

“Okay. See yeah then.”

My dad quickly told me his address and then he hung up. Why the hell did I just say yes to have dinner with him tonight? And he’s getting married again? God, I feel bad for the girl he got to marry him. She must be stupid honestly. My dad is a horrible person honestly. Ask my mum or Michael, they will say the same thing.

My mum knocked on the door before opening it, “Can we just order pizza?” “Oh uh, I’m going out tonight. Sorry,” I shrugged. “Whatever,” my mum said, “But I need to talk to you, so get your ass out here.”

She left the door open as she left. I got off my bed and walked to the living room. My mum was sitting there pouring herself a glass of wine.

“What’s up,” I asked as I sat down next to her.

“Are you depressed,” my mum asked as she took a sip of her wine.

“Why do you care if I am,” I raised my eyebrow.

 “Just answer the damn question. God, you’re just like your freaking father,” my mum laughed harshly and took another sip of her wine. I gave my mum a look. “Calum just answer the freaking question!”

“No mum! I am not depressed.” “Well you seem like it,” my mum shrugged. “Well I’m not.” “I need you to take these pills one time a day,” my mum said and put a bottle of pills onto the coffee table.

“I’m not depressed mum!” “What do you want Calum?”

“I need 500 dollars.” My mum laughed, “We don’t have that type of money.” “Grandpa gave us all that money, I know you haven’t used it all.” “Correction, he gave ME all the money and you that crappy car,” my mum shook her head, “And why do you want 500 dollars anyways?”

 “I promised someone I would take them to Disney,” I sighed quietly, “Just give me the money and I’ll take the pills.”

 “Fine,” my mum sighed and shoved the bottle into my hand.

“Take one now,” my mum demanded.

I got one out of the box and tossed it into my mouth. I swallowed it quickly. I opened my mouth and showed my mum that I swallowed it. “I’m going to ask you to take one every day till this bottle is gone,” my mum said as she looked around for her wallet. “Sure you are,” I laughed. “I’m serious Calum,” my mum rolled her eyes, “Here.” She handed me 500 dollars.