Can We Go Back?

how can I act casual around you?

Eridan's POV

~at home, junior year~

I get home from school. I try to close the door as quitely as possible.

I catch Cronus sitting on the couch with a movie playing. He wasn't even watching the movie, just texting his friends.

I quickly make it to the stairs, but only half way up when I hear- "Eridan! Are you home!"

Shit...

"Yeah..." I walk back down stairs to see my dad walk out of the kitchen. 

I stare at his facial scars as he approaches me. "You are late getting home." He states plainly. "Where you talking to your friends late?"

"No dad, I havve to wwalk since my car-"

He punches the wall, interupting me. Ignoring the hole in the wall, he picks me up by the collar of my sweater. "Don't talk back to me! You couldn't be talking to friends. I forgot you have none. So why are you late? Are you avoiding me?"

"No..."

"No what!" He snaps at me.

"No sir..."

He drops me and I fall to the floor. "I found something while I was going through your room."

This is why I can't have any orovate possession. But.... What did he find...?

As if reading my mind, he leaves and comes back with a plaid red skirt. "Eridan. What makes you think you are alowed to be a gay crossdresser and my son?" His voice is calm, but behind the voice, he is pissed.

I am gay, and I discovered that after I got rejected by feferi and started a long distance relationship with a guy i met online. We broke up because he cheated on me.

Cronus is bi, but dad doesnt know cause he hides it well. Me though- I do drag and he learned that despite my best efforts. Damn, it isnt even march yet.

He then pulls off the cotton, two toned blue scarf off my neck. "Stop wearing this shit. You fucking bitch need to be what you are. And that is a guy. And my son, so act like it" he walks into the kitchen, throwing my skirt and scarf into the garbage can.

There goes the only thing left to express myself....

~current time~

Nerves get the best of me. There is no way I can even stand next to Sol without the memories I tried so hard to hurt return to me.

He told me to pick somewhere to eat since I know the area.

I just decided to pick a pizza place I know since im not paying for him and I don't know if he can afford anything else.

Plus their pizza is really good according to a coworker of mine.

I sent him the address, so my guess is he arrived due to the spam of texts he sent me that I haven't even read. I'm procarastinating more than someone reading/writing fanfiction so they don't have to do that english paper due tomorrow.

I take a look in the mirror to make sure I am presentable. My hair is slicked back as usual and my glasses had the lenses cleaned. I picked out a simple outfit of a black tee shirt abd a purple, silk scarf to wear in a fashoinable manner. A pair of dark blue skinny jeans as well and a denium jacket of the sane shade.

Why am I spending so much time getting ready for that dipshit... Oh yeah, my reputaion and to kill time.

Next I take somr foundation and cover any thing on my face I do not wish to be visible and a light amount of eyeliner to make my eyes look bigger.

After following my daily routine, I slip on a pair of combat boots and grab my wallet. Each finger that touches the leather pouch has a ring of two on it.

I finally leave to the elevator to leave my penthouse. It doesn't take long to get to where I need to be. I called a taxi and it is a 5 minute drive if you don't count traffic.

I see him waiting outside. The blue and red eyes stare at his IPhone. His clothing chose is even more casual then mine for he wears jeans that are worn out down the ends with small tears around his one black ,one white shoes. The shirt he picked out was a simplistic yellow and black stripped pattern.

I pay the driver and start to walk over to him. When he notices me, he quickly puts his phone away and smiles to me.

"Hey, what took you 2o long? Ii thought you where about to 2tand me up." He lets out a nervous chuckle. I pay no attention to it.

"Oh- wwell I take a little wwhile to get ready. That is all."

"Are you weariing make up?" He asks, examining my face through his lenses

"Wwhy don't wwe go inside to eat!" I suggest, avoiding the question.

He nods and we head inside. The smell of garlic and pepperoni wafts over us as the hostess gives us a booth.

And now we just sit in silence for a few moments while nervously looking at the menu to distact me from the growing fear and discomfort inside me.

He finally speaks "2o Ed, how long have you liived here? Iin new york Ii mean"

I pause before responding, looking up from my nenu "After college. I got accepted for an internship and later started my owwn buisness."

"Really? Wow, your own buii2ne22? What do you do?"

I normally don't tell people they just laugh. Instead I change the topic "wwell wwhat do you do?"

"Gotta bee 2ecreatiive, huh? Ii wiill fiigure out what you do eventually." The waitress comes back to take our orderd for drinks, making sollux pause. When she leaves, he continues "iim a 2oftware engiineer. But ii just can't 2eem to hold down a job. Ii 2tiill have 2tudent loans to pay off two."

It may be odd but for the first time his lisp seems a little... Entrancing? Yes thats the word. 

Back to silence. He is the one who breaks it yet again.

"Remember last tiime we talked, year2 ago? Iin the bathroom? Well ii just really wanted to tell you back then-"

I cut him off. "sol, please don't continue. I tried vvery hard to bury that time in my life.

"But-" He begins

I dont let him finish. "evven thinking about it brings back the feelings I had towwards evverything. That includes myself. So please, don't talk about that at all."

He sighs "Okay, ii won't."

The waitress returns with his Dr. Pepper and my sweat tea. "Thank you"

She takes our order for our food.

I order a simple cheese pizza and Sol gets some wierd combo with ham and pinapple.

"You know Ed, ii am hone2tly glad that ii met up with you after the move. Ii need a friiend here to teach me around the city." He smiles kindly. Is he pretending that everything in highschool was nothing?

And friend? Since when am I his friend?

A feeling washes over me. Relief? No... Joy? No not that either... What the shell is this feeling?!

So much words i was going to put more but my fingers are tired so I will continue it in the next part

FYI i do not know much about Dualscar and the only reason I made him homophobic and shit is for plot.

Btw, hope you noticed my TØP reference

;)

Enjoy ya day

~Tez