Something I found out about our dads is that they drink a lot. Right now they're polishing off their third bottle of wine. Thing is, they don't even seem drunk.
"How about we pull out the good liquor now?" P'Pha's dad says.
"Phi, this isn't our house. There is no good liquor here. Why do you think we brought the wine?" My dad says.
"Daddy? Do you two live together?" I ask.
"Yes." They both answer.
"Do you share a room?" I pry.
"Dammit Yo! How many times do we have to tell you we aren't together that way!?" My dad yells.
P'Pha's dad starts to snicker then winds one arm around my dad's waist.
"Come on baby, we can tell them. They've practically figured it out anyway." His dad whispers into my dad's ear.
"OH MY GOD!!!" P'Pha yells.
His father is now cackling on the ground.
"I told this crap isn't funny." My dad says looking down at his friend, perhaps lover, whose rolling on the ground.
"No, no, it is funny. Every time. Look at their faces! They look like you!" He says between fits of laughter.
Then he immediately stops and grabs my dad's shoulders and starts shaking him.
"Let's call the gang. We'll tell them to bring the liquor!" He says.
They both pull out their phones.
"What are you doing?" My dad asks.
"Conference call." P'Pha's dad says like mine is an idiot.
"I just sent a group text." My dad says with a smirk.
"Did you tell them to bring the kids?"
A few seconds later my dad nods.
"YES! This is going to be awesome." P'Pha's dad sings out.
"Ru, I need snacks." His dad says with a pout.
"Fine, what do you want?" He asks.
"You know what I want." He says with this cute expression.
My dad shakes his head and grabs his keys.
"Daddy! You've been drinking! You can't drive." I scold.
"Fine." He says tossing the keys to P'Pha.
"You drive trouble junior. And you, babysit senior there." He says pulling P'Pha to the door.
Once they walk out I turn to look at P'Pha's dad. He's staring at me and I'm starting to feel nervous.
"You look just like your mother. Do you know that?" He says sounding a bit sad.
"We were all quite devastated when she left us. We all loved her very much." He adds.
"Well P'Pha looks just like you." I comment.
"Lucky bastard. If he looked like his mother he'd look like a fish." He snorts.
"Mr. Kongthanin!" I chide.
"Call me pôr or dad. Either is fine. And seriously, have you seen his mother? I mean before the plastic surgery, because those are the genetics he would have inherited. I'm telling you that boy lucked out getting my looks." He says snickering to himself.
"You know it's a good thing you guys can't have offspring. What if it got Pha's mother's and your father's looks! That kid would be doomed to torment for the rest of its life!" He says laughing again.
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Real Love
FanfictionIt's five years after they've graduated from college and gone they're separate ways. Pha has been kicking himself for not being brave enough to go after Yo even though he had feelings for him. Since graduating from college Pha has been looking for...
