biblical times.

youngsters

jason and whizzer (not freaking weird ew like father and son okay)

it was a normal saturday afternoon in november. marvin was out and whizzer was left to take care of jason. jason was 16 and felt he didn't need a guardian, but he enjoyed whizzer's company so he didn't mind it as much as he would've if he'd been left with his father.

whizzer was doing god knows what. probably rearranging his closet for the third time that week and would reorganize jason's when he was done.

"ah, colors are all in order, now for sweaters-"

"oh mother fucker," jason exclaimed as he ran up the stairs. whizzer popped out of his bedroom door to check on jason.

"are you okay kiddo," he shouted.

"peachy," jason responded. whizzer stepped out of the room and went to see what his stepson was up to.

"really, it didn't sound like it," he lightly laughed.

"it's just- im running late," jason admitted. he couldn't help but talk to whizzer, it was comforting.

"late for what? you're leaving," whizzer asked.

"yeah and im gonna fucking be late," jason slid on three different pairs of jeans as fast as he could and finally settled on one.

"first of all, no need for that language," jason rolled his eyes at the comment," and second of all, tell me where you're going."

jason froze like a deer in headlights,"just, out, like with friends. jeez...... you know like- stuff about clothes right?"

"i like to think i do," whizzer walked over to jason.

"what color looks better on me," jason held up two brightly colored blue and green shirts.

"how about.. neither," whizzer let out a sigh and kneeled down at jason's dressed. he pulled out a long sleeved dark green turtle neck and held it up onto jason's torso. "this and your brown denim."

"oh, okay thank you," jason frantically pulled his shirt off and threw on the turtleneck.

"tuck it in," whizzer commented. jason sighed, but complied.

"ive never seen you care so much about what clothes you wear or about your appearance at all," whizzer watched painfully as jason tried to put a middle part in his hair,"this is for a girl, right?"

"n-no, i just wanted to care a bit today, is all," jason turned to whizzer, proud of finally getting his hair to cooperate, but also turning red.

"jason, jason, jason. im your best friend. i can see right through you."

"best friend, my ass. you're my dad."

"hey, i can be both! but really, you can tell me stuff. i won't tell marvin if that makes you feel any better," whizzer walked downstairs with jason.

"it's- complicated," jason said in a wavering tone.

"complicated, huh, what? your situation with said female being?" whizzer chuckled.

"well- yes. i think complicated is a good word for it," the younger male threw on his jacket and sprayed cologne.

"complicated. wow, what a word. things are getting complicated at sixteen! when i was sixteen i played hide and seek with boys behind trash cans in shady alleys.... you youngsters are crazy."

jason laughed and rolled his eyes,"you make it sound like you're my grandpa. ew, what even is the word 'youngsters'?"

"it's a word i use, now go on. go sort out the complicated-ness."

"don't tell my father.. i will never live it down," jason was a bit down the street as whizzer called back to him.

"trust me, i won't," whizzer shouted.

-

"someone finally decided to come home," whizzer greeted his son.

"it was only 5 hours," jason kicked off his shoes.

"where'd you go today," marvin asked.

"oh, just out with some friends. hung out, drank some sodas while walking around and going to the park. pretty normal stuff." marvin went to jason and hugged him,"i need to get changed out of these clothes."

jason ran upstairs to his room and started blasting music.

"he seems happy," marvin sat down next to his husband.

"yeah, guess he had a good time today," whizzer smiled. he felt accomplished even though he didn't do much. he loved jason like his own flesh and blood and it meant everything to him that they were friends.

-

"so, still complicated," whizzer asked, sitting on jason's bed. jason followed him, falling onto his bed.

"no, it went well! she was really, really fancy too so i didn't feel out of place and we didn't actually get soda, right, we got ice cream. much more of a cute place. we did go to the park though. it was like really fun, i didn't notice it'd been 5 hours. i know the rule is tell you guys if it's more than 3, but i didn't mean for it to be. sorry," jason finally took a deep breath.

"no worries, i just hoped you weren't drinking yourself away somewhere with an id you bought behind that drug store after being badly rejected," whizzer pat the boy's leg twice.

"you thought i would be rejected," jason faked being offended.

"i don't know, it's always a fifty/fifty kid. people are only so predictable."

"i guess.. ahh i like her a lot, whizzer." jason covered his face with a pillow.

"i know," they both laughed.

"thanks for helping me not go crazy earlier," jason sat up and threw the pillow at whizzer.

"thank you for talking to me, kiddo. means a lot," whizzer tossed the pillow back at him.

-

marvin and whizzer were up late, drinking a bit of wine and just talking. that's the highlight of every saturday.

"we have the best kid, marv," whizzed sighed happily.

"the best is probably an understatement," marvin smiled,"he was grown into quite the young man."

"if there's anything i really want to teach him as his 'dad'.. it's that i want him to know he can be open about his feelings," whizzer played with his glass,"it shouldn't be like.. a girly thing."

"i get that. sucks that he doesn't have a therapist anymore. i feel that helped him a lot, and now he has all these crazy teenage emotions," marvin replied.

"i mean- he doesn't not have a therapist."

"whatever," marvin rolled his eyes.