On an unusually warm day in April what else would nine year old children want to do other than play in the local park together?
I was on my way to my best friend, Kyle's house to ask if he wanted to play out. He didn't live too far away from me. Although he has warned me before his dad can be quite embarrassing at times.
Knock knock
A couple minutes had past and I was still stood there like a lemon with no one answering the door.
Knock knock
Seconds later Kyle's dad answers the door
"Hello Mr Smith, is Kyle coming out to play?" I look up to him, he's reaallly tall. It amazes me how long his legs are. I wish I could be that tall sometimes.
"Oh, call me Dan. Yeah course, he's just getting his shoes on," He looks down at me.
"Come in, he might be a while"I step inside, trying not to trip up on the door step. I look around and notice the house is an absolute mess.
Kyle shouts from upstairs, "Dad!! I can't tie my shoelace"
I sit down on the sofa and Dan sits next to me. My feet don't quite reach the floor so I sit there swinging my legs.
"So," Dan looks at me "You must be Kyle's girlfriend. He speaks about you a lot"
"Uhm no, just best friends" I reply, avoiding eye contact as best as I could.
"Would you like a drink? I've got vodka" Dan offers.
"Uh no thanks, I'm only nine"
"Oh sorry... I've got red bull?"
"I'm fine but thank you" Right now I really want the ground to swallow me up. How long does it take for Kyle to tie his stupid laces?
"Oh! I've got a Capri sun, you can take it with you. Maybe share it with Kyle. Capri suns are his favourite." He pulls it from underneath him and as I take it I can feel how warm it is. I take a look at the expiration date and see it's three months out of date.
Kyle comes hobbling down the hallway, his shoes half on. "Dad, I can't do my shoelaces" He whines.
"Oh Kyle, come here, let daddy do it for you"
Kyle instantly turns red and I sit there trying not to turn red with laughter.
His shoes are finally on and we both get up to go out the door.
"Bye daddy Dan" I say, mocking Kyle slightly.
Kyle pushes me out the door quickly and slams the door shut. I see him trying not to look at me.
"You idiot, why did you do that for?"
I just carrying on walking while trying to suppress my laughter.
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Dysfunctional Family
ФанфикIn another universe where Bastille are actually a biological family. Based on the odd conversations of @weliveinthiswildworldd and @baadsteal on Instagram.