High School Dropout

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"I think it'll be good for us to have male figure in the house again."

"You're kidding right? Dad left 8 years ago and you think now is a good time to bring a 16 year-old boy into the house and he's going to count as a 'male figure'!?"

What the hell was she thinking? We barely know the kid!

"Emma, trust me on this. It'll be good for both of us. I could use the extra help around the house and you could use the company."

"You're insane... We know nothing about him!"

"Well, you'll get to know him."

I roll my eyes in frustration and grabbed my bag from the ground.

"I'll be in my room," I mumbled and started walking away.

"Oh, Emma dear, one last thing... Be nice to him..."

I simply nodded, "Of course, mother..."

I'm gonna make his life here a living hell...

~~

That night at dinner, we sat through awkward silences and forced conversions. I'd actually never been happier to clear the table, it was that bad.

I started washing the dishes, since I didn't want to go through the awkwardness of sitting at that table any longer.

"Hey, need any help?" Asked a random voice.

I looked up from the sink and out of the window, "Grandpa..?"

"Um, no... I-I'm Luke..."

"For fucks sake, I was trying to be funny..." I groaned and turned to face the boy in the doorway.

He laughed a bit, "So, you don't need help then?"

"N-Actually, can you finish washing the dishes for me?" I asked with a slight smirk.

"I-uh-yeah, of course." Luke stuttered and tripped over his feet on the way to the sink.

"Calm down, little guy, they're just dishes..." I laughed and he rolled his eyes.

"I may be a few months younger than you but I'm an entire foot taller. So, who are you calling little, shrimp?" He snapped.

"Whoa, okay mister confidence... Just get the dishes done," I said rolling my eyes. "Oh, and never call me shrimp again...."

"Ei, Ei, Captain..." He mumbled rolling up his sleeves to finish what I had started.

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I've had this written for a while... I just haven't had the time to upload it...