Brandon. Yes, THAT Brandon.

Uncomfortable

I can't believe what happened yesterday.

        Well, yeah, me going all 'macho' (I can't think that word without trailing to Logan) on my dad was even unexpected by me. Sadly, I knew it was going to happen sooner or later. I should'nt have done that, but he had the nerve to say I had issues. Don't tell me I have issues when my biggest issue is my sexuality; he has no clue about that anyway.

        Anyway, I'm talking about Logan and Christina. She basically proved that she liked me a lot, which is great, because I like her, too. But then there's Logan. My impulsive self won't get over the boy I met two days ago and only have known for one. I consider making a pros and cons list about each one, but I know less about Logan than Christina. His pros list would blow hers away, unfortunately. What sucks about relationships is the fact that sometimes you need the dirt on people to decide if they're right for you.

        It's my mom's early day, which means I have to be alone with my dad for at least fifteen minutes. I go downstairs quietly, trying to avoid every conflict with him. My gut says I should apologize. It says he should also apologize, so there.

        I almost finish my breakfast in silence before he speaks up. "Brandon."

        "Yep."

        "I know this doesn't make up for anything, but I knew about the 103%," he says quietly. "I knew you had a strong dislike for football." I say nothing. "I do remember how as a kid, you begged me for a pet, though."

        "Thanks," I respond. Not in a sarcastic way; I just don't know what to say.

        "Do you, still? Do you want a pet, I mean. I'm aware that you're seventeen and it may be childish. But I remember you begged for a snake until your face was blue," he explains with a sympathetic smile. Is he serious? I've secretly wanted a snake even after our first fallout, when I was thirteen. "I mean maybe it's 'out there'. I should do something else rather than offer you a pet to settle our differences, but--"

        "I'd like that," I say at my toast. "Really, I would."

        "Good, good. I'll take you to wherever people get snakes at after your practice today,"  he nods. We sit in silence for a few minutes. "Also, I'm willing to pay for half the car. I didn't mean to patronize you about the job. I thought it would be beneficial to you. If you do get a job, I will pay for half the vehicle." Did I hear him right? He'll pay for half of my car, willingly.

        "Th-thank you so much," I say in awe. "Really? I-I can't thank you enough."

        "Now, it can't be a $20,000 car, Brandon."

        "Yes, Sir. Thank you. I'll start looking. I'll look for a car and a job," I reassure him. I'm getting a car. I'm getting a job, too, but I'm getting a new car. Maybe I can get a job at Target with Logan. He makes $9 an hour, which sucks, kinda. But it's a start. Being a highschooler, I won't find much better. 

        This is what my mom would call a 'breakthrough'.

* * * * * 

        "So, he'll get the car, but I have to pay him half. This means I have to get a job, but I don't care," I say to Christina at break. "I can't believe it, really." 

        "You should caddy! Oh my gosh, Brandon! This is rich town; everyone freaking golfs. My friend did that and he earned $400 in two days from tips. I mean, you can't start in the winter, but once summer starts you'll be making bank."

        "Then I suppose you'll date me?" I ask sarcastically. She smacks my arm. "Hey, I'm kidding... partially," I mutter.

        "I don't date you for your mo-neyyy," she sing-songs.