The real Us

Tantrums , deals and weird uncles

A voice calling my name woke me up from a nap that I was taking on the towel and with an umbrella over me , by the sand . I knew dad wasn't one for short showers so I had gone into the ocean and then taken a quick nap on a towel with my sunnies on . That was , until he was screaming my name from inside , I didn't have to turn , or rather chose not to , he was coming anyways .
" Kid  , are you freaking kidding me ? You're gonna make me go get you  with my suit on ? This is Armani you know how much those cost? "
I didn't move a nail , or that he knew of anyways , I had a small smile and rolled my eyes underneath my sunnies , cause I knew , wanted it or not , he was gonna take off his shoes and suit jacket and come get me , and that's exactly what he did , until I saw him walking next to me with his black chinos and white dress shirt tucked , but no shoes or socks for that matter , or tie , he hates those damn things . He squatted down next to me , as much as he loves me , he wasn't about to ruin his entire suit just for me .
" What do you think you're doing ?"
" Getting tanned"
He looked up at the sky , and it was cloudy ( to my disadvantage and to the advantage of his dry sarcastic humor )
" Oh totally . I'm worried you might get too tan , you might not look like my daughter anymore and we won't be able to find you in the dark"
" Whatever "
" ok , so what do I have to give you for you to quit this stupid attitude and love me again?"
" It's not stupid Milo ..."
" Wait wait wait , what  did you just call me ? What happened to dad , daddy or even pops , old man?"
" Milo..." and as always I was interrupted by him taking my sunnies off
" hey hey , listen to me ok , kid you don't get to call me by my first name ok. Now , how about I come home early and we make some pizza like your favorite and we go out to the movies yeah? How does that sound? I'll even tell Chris Pine , your favorite , to come join us yeah ?"
" But you cant stand him..."
" Yeah , and I can't stand you when you're in this attitude but I still love you"
If I didn't have any respect for him I would've flipped him the bird , but that would not end up well in any scenario , so I just glared at him .
" Deal?"
" Deal dad"
" now that that's covered" he reached out under the towel and picked me up , putting me over his shoulder
" let's get you inside so we can have some peaceful breakfast. Tantrum over"
I smiled .
" Tantrum over"
Now I know what you're thinking , who gives their dad so much crap and gets away with it ? Well not me , sometimes he will , but I'm not a brat . I am a good kid , and hence why , he will sometimes let me throw a tantrum . Also , sarcastic comments are required , he raced me so , he kinda ruined it . And also , he has Italian background , my mom was Hispanic , so the attitude kinda comes with the package .
As we walked inside he put me down , and I threw my shorts in the bin that we had for laundry ( someone would get it ) and put in my favorite huge hoodie , my dad had given it to my mom , it was a giants hoodie , and it reached my mid thigh and probably way too big but I loved it . As I stepped into the kitchen I was greeted by the smell of freshly backed waffles , and also by another person part of our world . Uncle Aaron  . He didn't have such an uncle name like Mike or Jack , that's because , well , he just wasn't an uncle and he hated being called that , as to why I specifically called him that every time I could . He was mom's little brother , but since my mom died he was a part of our family . My grandpa was Cuban , so my uncle looked really Hispanic , he was good looking and he knew it , he actually looked like my dad's brother or what could be anyways . He was thirty two , but he still lived like he was twenty , which made my dad not really proud of his lifestyle and me seem like the adult , because he was what could be described as a manchild , yes , add that word to your dictionaries cause I use it to describe him a lot . Manchild = out going , party animal , player has all the cars , has all the money and girls , is immature as a twenty year old and refuses to talk about his age .
Right now , he had a flat bill on , and a hoodie on top of it covering the flat bill with jeans , I mean we live in LA how could he be wearing a hoodie ? Oh wait , I was wearing a hoodie . Forget it . Sitting next to him and grabbing a waffle that dad had made I started eating .
" Hey Uncle"
He gave me his death stare , yes he was also an actor but mostly a musician , struggling , but yes so he was just as dramatic .
" Hey Kiddo"
He knew I hated that , damn it .
We both just stared at each other for what seemed like hours
" Okayy ... so can someone guarantee that if I leave ya'll here you won't kill each other ?"
" Well I'm the adult here dad so I will keep all the will to kill him aside"
" Babe you're only twenty one , you don't need to be mature enough you can make stupid mistakes "
" Yeah , I would , if he wasn't a freaking manchild"
" Would you STOP calling me that?"
I walked over to where we had freshly pressed orange juice , yes , perks of your dad being loaded is that we constantly have freshly pressed juice . Okay no. But I enjoyed it .
"Every freaking day"
" Listen , I gotta go record with the band today anyways , so you won't have to bear with me ." Uncle Aaron said as he got up from the stool.
" Sounds good , see you tonight?"
" not before 12" he went and gave me a hug and a kiss , yeah even if we drove each other crazy , we loved each other . " take care yeah?"
" Love you"
" Love you too"
" Bye Milo"
" Bye Aaron"
They also hugged and so with a peace sign , he left .
" Okay so I gotta get to the office Jess , are you hanging out with Patrick later?"
Yes , Patrick , if you thought Patrick Dempsey , well you thought right . See another perk of having a famous dad is I get to hang out with famous people as normal people and Patrick was one of my favorites , also being friends with dad .
" Yeah , he's in LA today and he's free so probably in a while"
" What about Ryder?"
Ah , I knew that name was gonna come up
" Ummm ... you gotta go to the office dad , I'll catch you later " I said as I rushed him , trying to not let anything slip so he wouldn't worry .
He turned around and looked at me holding both my hands .
" You're breaking up with him aren't you?"
I sighed , I couldn't lie to dad .
" We just can't seem to make it work . And well I gave him two options , he chose to gave up. I wanted him to fight , I gave him an escape and he took it . So I guess it just can't work"
" Oh babe I'm sorry . But to be honest , you deserve so much better than that ass"
"You loved him dad"
"whatever man doesn't know how to love you is an asshole" he took a breath . " You okay tho?"
I wasn't , I wanted to scream . To say I gave up and I was never going to find love like he had with mom, and I was afraid , I wanted to cry , but once again as I stood and looked into dad's eyes , I knew I had to be strong , like I had trained myself for years . You're an actress , you can do it .
" Yeah, totally fine ."
" You'll find it sunshine . You'll find that love ."
I just smiled , he always knew .
" Okay I gotta go , but I'll see you tonight and say hey to Patrick and please tell him to call me " he said as he walked towards me and hugged me really tight .
" I love you ."
" I love you more"

And with that he left , and I went to get ready , because today , well I had to do my best , to be as normal as I could with a not normal lifestyle .