In Love With My Best Friend's Brother Book:1 By SCM75

CHAPTER 2

Senior Year Changes Everything

I'm so happy, finally I'm in m my senior year. The struggles and the hardship but finally I made it to my senior year. But now my dad have to drop a bomb on me.      

"Bas, we're moving to Arizona."
I stare blankly at my dad with a blank face in shock. He kept his gaze at the TV. Couldn't miss even one minute of the Dallas Cowboys versus the Vikings, Could we, dad?

"What do you mean? Are you kidding me right now?" I hoping it was a lame joke, I know that my dad would never joke with something like that. My dad never joked.  The world have made my dad weary, jaded and without ability to find humor in any thing. When my mom left us, he left became dry hearted, humorless.    He he turned to me, holly shit. He serious. I thought and click off the television.      I got an opportunity at Flagstaff... managing my cousin's shop. He wants out there by next month. "I figured you could finish your year out there."  

Flagstaff? Even drier place then Fairfield, Texas? It's in the middle of nowhere for God's sakes. Really?

"Dad,  we're not moving to Flagstaff. That's crazy. Who is this cousin of yours? Do you even know what you're doing?  I stammered, trying to undo the decision that had obviously already been made without my
input.

My dad rubbed his eyes. He was tired and is through. He was hitting middle age and nothing to show for it, and I could sense that this mean a lot for him. 

Bas, we need to get out of here. "There's nothing for us in Fairfield." This absolutely sucked, I was editor of the school paper. I was working an internship for the monthly, the state magazine. These were accomplishments I need it highlight my application for college so I had some of getting a scholarship. Otherwise, there was zero chance I was going to school.

In school was my only way out of the trailer park existence.

My plans were deteriorating before my eyes and my dad was back to watching the football game like I wasn't having silent emotional meltdown.

I grab the remote control from the arm of his Lazy Boy and clicked off the television.

"I'm not going!" I yelled.

My dad wasn't too surprised by my reaction. He knew what I was working for. He knew I had my own plans. He rubbed his eyes and blinks purposefully as if to help them refocus from the TV screen to my tense figure hovering over him, and then he finally gave me his full attention.

"Dad, you know I have to finish school here. I can't go with you. I have my whole life to figure out here. I'm going to be a writer and that it's not going to happen in in Flagstaff. I'll have to start from scratch at some other high School where no one knows me! I'll have nothing on my transcript but   a job as carny for Circus Circus."

I could feel tears pushing their way up, but I held them at Bay. The only time I allowed myself to cry alone, where no one else could see me. I learned a long time ago that weeping in front of people translated to weakness, and I wasn't going to look weak to anyone. I was Bas, after all. I was a survivor.

His long, frail frame struggle out of his chair and then he put his arms around me: An awkward and rare a hug of my father. As much as I was skilled at pushing my feelings down, I had learn from the master. Was very uncharacteristic of us both, but maybe he had known all along I wasn't going with him. I felt like he was already saying goodbye.

"Bas, I don't want to stand in your way, but you can't stand in my way either," he mumble through my short blonde hair, and the rare kiss in my forehead. Feeling sad that he could easily leave me pressed my face into chest trying to imprint  the infrequent moment of fatherly tenderness into my long-term memory. I close my eyes,  the cold medal of the small,  gold cross he wore around his neck against my cheek.  If there was one constant throughout my childhood, it was that cross. He never took it off. It was the only thing the he had from his biological mother.

"Dad, I want stay in Fairfield." I never thought in all my years I would ever utter such wish, but there was no other way for me. I knew at a very young age that I would have to claw my way to something better than a mobil home on a dirt road. I had a decent plan for the future and I wasn't going to let it go with out fight.

My dad let me go and grab for his cigarettes in his shirt pocket. I cringe as he lit one between shaking fingers stained which motor oil, and took a long, deep drag as if the toxic smoke what's life-giving oxygen. He always claimed that he couldn't think without having a smoke. The Truth to be told, he couldn't start a day, or finished a meal or go to sleep without one either. I had stopped trying to get him quit a long time ago.

"Your to young to stay here alone. You're only seventeen," he reminded me, expectantly like I should expectantly like I should easily solve the problem standing between me and the rest of my life.

Thanks for your help, dad.   

But I was Bas and I would overcome this.  I quickly plotted a plan. Tee's brother, ever irritating Copt. was away at college and they have a big, empty house. His parents loved me and I was always helpful around the kitchen. Hell I could make Mrs. Kerdthongtaveell Red curry duck even better than she can could. (At least what Mr. Kerdthongtaveell told me on night and then quickly swore me to secrecy.)

I could stay with them.
What could go wrong?    

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It didn't take much convincing. Dad came over to their house for dinner and we talked about moving to Flagstaff.    Everyone was so horrified to to think that I might leave Fairfield. Before I could even bring up the idea of staying behind, Tee brought up the solution to his  parents. "Bas can live with us! He can finish his senior year here with me. Oh mom, Dad, please?"  He pleaded with every fiber and her being. He was sick at the thought of facing school without me. 
 
Mr. Kerdthongtaveell nodded his head to his wife could see his approval. He always told me how grateful he was "to Buddha" that Tee had such a good friend. He was more sensitive than Mrs. Kerdthongtaveell to the difficulties his children faced at school.

Mrs. Kerdthongtaveell spoke up first.
"Of course she can stay here," she said. "I'll pay for rent and food," my dad offer lamely. He was obviously feeling some pang and guilt
For  abandoning his only child.

"No, no, no. Bas eat like a bird and he's so helpful to us,"Mrs.  Kerdthongtaveell graciously responded. She smile at me as if I were a pure angel from heaven.

"Besides,  Bas is such a good boy, and it's just for a few months."
I smiled back. I was a good boy.
At least, I thought I was.

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