Chapter 4 - Max

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Daddddddd why are you trying to get me a girlfriend, I'm only 18, this isn't the olden days where girls could be married by 14, I don't need a girlfriend.

Yes you do, I want this family name to be carried on.

This family name has been in your family since two generations before me, aka your mom married your dad and got his name, and "King" is nothing to be proud of, plus I'm not going to die!

You don't know that, your life could be in danger right now. My dad is weird, he wants our "family" name to be carried on and for some reason expects me to die a young age.

Dad I will find my own girlfriend when I'm ready, I don't need you setting me up with some weirdo who won't shut up.

She was a nice girl, just excited.

Dad you're acting like I'm on my death bed, which I'm not and that you don't have another son. I have an older brother named Jacob who dad doesn't grill about getting a wife.

Dad why don't you tell Jacob to get a girlfriend last I heard he was single.

because...

Because why? That's all you say when I talk about Jacob. Why don't you talk to Jacob? Because, Why don't I see Jacob? Because that's all you say, about Jacob about mom, I'm eighteen, not eleven I deserve to know stuff.

Not yet, he told me to wait to tell you.

Why?! why does he want you to wait?!

Because he wanted both of us to be ready, and I'm not ready, you might think you are but your not.

you're such a raspberry tickle bear!

Stop using that, cuss me out but don't use that language. For some reason dad didn't want to talk about or me to talk like Jacob. we made that language up after we got in trouble countless of times, so we made that up so we could cuss without getting in trouble.

You're to much of a d*** to cuss you out.

Go get ready, Anglia will be here soon.

I don't promise to be nice and all that other s*** you make me promise you I'm not five.

Just shut up and go upstairs.

Wow dad has never told me to shut up before, he must be really sore about the whole "Jacob" thing. I wonder why. just as I was laying down to rest, there was a knock on the door.

crap, I thought, she's here GReat, what is she gonna be this time? Talky, giggley, or the girl who asks my permission.

I opened the door and there she was another ugly knock off my dad wants me to date, as soon as I opened the door she said is it ok with you if I come in, cos I don't want to invade your privacy...

great I thought talky and asks my permission, that's going to be stupid and annoying, why does dad think I would like her?

Also I don't want to invite myself in... she rambled on

Just come in. I said not hiding my annoyance.

Oh uh ok. she smiled shyly, then it was gone, So what's your favorite colour, book, movie? Moving on to the next question before my brain could even process it

just shut up please

Well I don't want to talk to much unless you want me to.

Just shut the frick up!

um ok, uh well um I uh

what!

I just wanted to give you this. she handed me a necklace with half a heart charm on it, crap she might actually like me!

Um look I think your nice but your not my type, I don't know why my dad sets me up all the time but he does so I'm sorry

it's fine, I didn't want to be here either, this is for someone else

Good cos I've sent countless girls crying out the door cos I don't like them

Wow they must of been big babys

they were

ya know let's be friends, nothing more nothing less

Ok I'm down with that. I said trying to sound like a hipster

Wow, don't do that again please

I don't think I will

Good, you suck at it.

as you don't think I'd be a good hipster?

H*** no

Ok

Good

then we burst out laughing, then after an hour her dad was here.

Well bye

bye. then I closed the door and walked away.

How'd it go

she's nice but not my type, we're just friends

what!

I'm not going to date her

she's a nice girl

Yes but not my type

Well you're going to have to find someone

I will, on my own

No, I'm going to set you up

no dad

Yes! You will date who I choose!

What the h*** dad? No I'm going to my room, please do not follow me, I don't want to leave

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