Age of Atticus

Chapter 9: Dishelved and Homeless Human

"Dean are you dressed?" I asked before hearing his reply through our closed bedroom door.

"I don't want to get out of bed, Atty."

"I know Deano, but you have to. So come on."

"How come you're all dressed nice and I'm in sweats and a tee?"

"Because that's how you always dress for one. Two, Mavis didn't want to walk into the phone store with me looking like a 'disheveled and homeless human.' You know you're daughters mean right?"

"Yeah I know. She called me a lazy piece of shit the other day."

I stifled a laugh and received the look from Dean. "Sorry babe but that kind of funny. Now let's go."

We walked out and I helped him get comfortable in the truck. "Mavis lets go you're gonna make us late for your fathers appointment!" I yelled up to the house with open windows.

"I'm coming! Jesus give a girl thirty seconds!"

I sat in the drivers seat and sighed. "Maybe it's her time of the month." Dean said.

"Isn't that always? Her attitude is getting a little extra lately and I'm not having it."

"So tell her off babe. You're pretty much her mom. You can do it."

"I'm not telling your daughter off."

"Stop referring her to just my kid. She's yours too your name is on the parental slip."

"Fine. But I didn't make her."

"No but you sure as hell helped raise her the past few years."

"Yeah no shit."

Mavis got into the truck and sighed. "You alright Mavy?" Dean asked.

"Shut up dad."

"Mavis don't talk to your father like that. We don't have to buy you a brand new phone." I said pulling onto the freeway.

She groaned and Dean sighed along with me. "How far away is the doctors and how long is this going to take?" Mavis asked through gritted teeth.

"It's about an hour car ride and it should take about twenty to thirty minutes. Why?" I responded.

"I'm bored and I haven't talked to Steven and it's just really frustrating not being able to talk on the phone. And don't pull the 'well we didn't have cellphones' bullshit because I'm not having it today."

I shocked by her language. "Mavis I'm not comfortable with you swearing like that. Especially when we have the cameras around it us. It makes us look like awful parents. Not that we give a shit but-ah what the hell? I don't really care. You're sixteen. Just don't say the f word. That's too damn far." I responded caving and not pissing her off even more.

We all just listened to Dean's music the entire way there until we arrived at the doctors office. "Ambrose." I said to the receptionist.

"The doctor will see you in just a few minutes."

We sat in the waiting room. I sat in the middle of them both. Holding Dean's hand. We got called back to a room and I stood next to Dean while Mavis used my phone to text Steven on Snapchat.

"I'm kind of nervous Atty."

"For what?"

"That it didn't go right or something's wrong."

I got all gooey and sentimental inside because Dean was worried about himself. I obviously was worried too but, he usually never shows it so; this is just weird. "I promise Deano, you'll be fine no matter what."