After All This Time

• Five •

We sat on the lonely bench that stood before Starks Pond, an open view of the "pond" that is still clearly a lake. I don't really want to look directly at Craig, I'd probably feel worse than I already do, this really was my fault. I leaned forward and placed my elbows on my knees.
"So he came in, gave me the 'I'm very disappointed in you' talk, left, and breakfast that morning was... uncomfortable to say the least." Craig sighed. "I wish I could just do my own thing without him up my ass." When Craig says this I feel the need to make a joke, but I probably shouldn't, but fuck it, I'll do it anyway.
"I can think of at least one thing you'd want up your ass."
"I actually knew you were going to say that." Craig rolled his eyes playfully.
"So what're you gonna do about him..?" I ask, I really don't want Craig's father to be cold to his son because of something I did.
"I don't really know. He said he won't let me bring dudes over anymore, I tried to tell the dumbass that I don't want to fuck every dude I meet but of course he thinks his son is a dick whore now."
"I'm the whore." I laugh, for some reason degrading myself makes Craig laugh, I'm fine with it, I can't really deny the truth, I'm definitely the whore. How many people have been on my dick? I honestly couldn't tell you if I tried. "But he's not restricting where you go?"
"No, he's not gonna be that much of a dick, besides, I'm sure he knows I'd find a way to bypass those restrictions."
"If my house wasn't a piece of literal trash I'd take you home and wreck you."
"That's intense." Craig chuckles.
"At a game of poker." I add, Craig rolls his eyes.
"Do you even know how to play poker?"
"No." I admit. "However, I'm incredible at go-fish." I laugh, Craig smiles, it a good thing to see but unfortunate, I know he's hurting inside, but to what extent? I don't know. A buzzing noise comes from Craig's pocket, he removes his phone and looks at the screen.
"Oh fuck off." He mutters before picking it up. I can hear the other end, it's clearly his dad.
"You better not be with that Kenneth boy."
"No, I'm not."
"Oh? And what are you doing?" His father says with more sass than you'd expect from a grown ass adult.
"Just sitting alone since I'm not allowed to talk to guys." Craig says passive aggressively.
"Not when you're trying to fuck them!"
"You're a fucking pussy, you can't just accept that I am your son, you're just afraid of your reputation being trashed." Craig stands and begins pacing back and forth.
"You are what you eat kid, if I'm a pussy, then what the fuck does that make you?" I cringed internally at that comment, I couldn't help it, that's not something you'd want to hear a parent say to their kid, ever.
"At least I'm not a fucking prick who can't respect their child's right to make decisions."
"Craig I want you home so we can go over this, I need you to understand how I feel." I get the feeling his dad feels a little remorseful with that line, he sounds a little calmer.
"I completely understand, I understand that you hate it, think it's wrong, think it's my own decision, think I should stop. I fucking understand... We're never going to agree on this so why don't you just fucking drop it?"
"Fine. Goodnight, son." Thomas's voice trailed off, Craig hung up, not bothering to respond. He threw his phone into the bench and it fell through the wooden boards and clattered to the dirt. Craig sighed heavily and slumped over on the bench next to me, he had his head in his hands, I wasn't gonna say anything, I figured I'd let him be for a while.
"That's the kind of shit that asshole says to me, because of one small thing that doesn't even impact him. His son isn't the pussy slayer he wanted him to be. I'm sorry, dick head, didn't mean to ruin your dreams."
"Probably not the appropriate time, but dude, you could slay all the pussy." Craig laughs at my comment.
"I can slay all the dick too." He jokes. "I don't know what I'm gonna do now, I've pissed him off, it's getting late, I shouldn't go home. Jesus Christ why'd this have to happen?" Craig pretty much shouts the last few words, he's clearly at least a little upset now.
"If you don't mind my drunken father and really thin blanket, you could stay with me..?" I phrase it like a question because I'm not sure about how he'll feel about my proposition.
"You know what.?" Craig pauses. "That doesn't sound too bad." I drop to the ground on my hands and knees and reach under the bench to retrieve Craig's phone. He stands up and I grab his phone, I turn to him and hand it to him while still on my knees, I then realize the position I'm in when I look forward. My face reddens and I look up at him, it's probably a good thing it's dark out, Craig looks down at me. "You can stay down there if you want." He says with a grin.
"Some other time." I laugh and stand up.
"Your blanket is thin," Craig and I begin walking toward my house. I feel him wrap his arm around mine and grab my hand. "But you'll keep me warm."