So, That's Your Dad? (Freddie Mercury)

Chapter Twenty Two: Can I Tell You A Secret?

A/N: this chapter will reference songs that were either written after 1987 or even modern day songs. But it will be relevant in the future. I do not own any of the lyrics and all rights go to the writers.

     My living room is fairly dark. With the crystal chandelier only having dimmed light. Joe sits right next to me and we are only talking. Not doing anything too extreme, just sitting and talking. We are never able to do that as much. Maybe that's what we both needed. "I'm still so sorry that you are going through this. If there is anything that I can do, then please tell me." He said. I look down at my black sweatpants. I haven't dressed as nicely lately and I haven't been motivated to do anything at all.

     I don't want to go to school and I haven't gone in an entire week. Joe visits me every day which I would completely go insane if he didn't do so. Ben comes over when he can, and I understand that. I can't sleep, I haven't been able to for an entire three days and I don't want to eat anything. My dad has noticed, he's understanding. It just hit me so hard what he told me. I don't even understand how he's sick. He doesn't look sick and he sure doesn't act sick either.

     I sigh and move around to make myself comfortable a little bit more. "When you find out that your dad has a disease, your life is never the same again. I can't do anything knowing that he is sick." I ranted. "I'm sorry." He apologized. My dad then came into the room. He had his keys in hand so I figured that he was going somewhere. "Hey guys. How are you?" He said softly. "Fine." I lied. "Alright." Joe said and I can tell that he was being honest. "Ok. Jim and I are going out for the night. We'll be back at around one or two. No boys in the house." He said motioning towards the two of us.

     But mainly towards Joe. I smirked at Joe and he rolled his eyes. My dad then smiled once Jim came down the stairs. "Goodbye children. Don't do anything stupid." Jim said and they began to leave. "Dad wait!" I called out then he stopped. I hugged him. He smiled down at me and returned the favor. "I love you." I told him. "I love you more." He replied and separated. They both left the house and I went back to the couch.

     "We're totally inviting boys over." Joe stated and stood up. He was making his way to the phone. I smiled and I was alright with this plan. Besides I missed Sergio and maybe he could be a temporary distraction. "Yep. Today is Menudo's last day in LA anyways." I said while pushing my hair to the side. "I know don't remind me." He told me and then stopped talking. I assumed the phone was beginning to ring due to the awkward silence.

     "Hey, Ricky. It's Joe. Yeah, I'm good. So, Tiff and I are at her house alone. No Freddie isn't here he's out for the night. You should really come over, Tiff and I are lonely. Bring Sergio along too. Alright. Love you, bye." He explained while on the phone with Ricky and put the phone down. "They're going to be here in ten minutes. So you should try to look cute." Joe said. "I don't feel like it." I told him. He rolled his eyes due to my laziness and took a seat again. "Those are cute jeans." I complimented. "You're cute jeans." He replied. I was confused.

     How could my jeans possibly fit him? He's two sizes above me. "Those are my jeans?" I questioned. "No." He answered while running his fingers through his perm. I am only waiting for his hair to be straight again. "Oh, I thought you said your cute jeans."  I clarified. "I did." He said. I'm so confused right now. He's not making any sense. "So those are my jeans?" I interviewed for about the third time. "No! YOU ARE CUTE JEANS!" Joe yelled correcting me. I don't get it at all. "Huh?" Was all I could think of to say. He stood up. "Alright I'm going upstairs. Call me when Menudo is here." Joe said walking away, only because I didn't get the joke.

Ten minutes later, Menudo sure did show up. I opened the door for them and I could see some damage done to the gate. I'm assuming either Ricky doesn't know how to drive, or Bill the security guy wouldn't let him in. But either way the gate is destroyed. "I'm so sorry that we ran over the gate." Ricky apologized and handed me a bouquet of flowers. I sneezed once I realized that they were tulips. "It's fine. We can just buy a new one." I lied and sneezed two more times. "Can someone please take these? I'm highly allergic to tulips." I said and handed Ricky back the flowers.