On the road again (5SOS children)

chapter4

SEBASTIAN POV

Id just dyed my hair dark brown and wandered back to the arena where dad was playing tonight when i began getting yelled at by my mum. I decided to ignore her and just keep walking to the dressing room. I was not in the mood to get another lecture.

"SEBASTIAN WOULD YOU STOP AND LISTEN TO ME" my mum yelled getting fustrated

"WHAT SO I CAN HEAR YOU TELL ME OFF AGAIN. IM 18 FOR GOD SAKES I DONT NEED TO BE BABYSAT IM NOT A CHILD" I yelled back getting annoyed she treats me like a kid when legally im an adult now

We walked into the dressing room where everyone had phones out recording Ashton, Kian and Audrey, i actually couldnt care less what they were doing so i sat on the couch getting ready for dad to now join in the yelling.

Everyone walked out of the room leaving me with Mum and Dad....thanks guys

"Sebastian where have you been" dad asked me he didnt seem as annoyed as mum did

"I..." i started but got cut off

"He decided he would go dye his hair and not tell anyone where he was"

"Whats wrong with that" dad said finally he was on my side

"Michael he was out, in a city, that he doesnt know, by himself. You honestly dont see anything wrong with that"

"Lauren he's not a baby if he wants to explore he should explore i did when i first started the band" Dad explained

"you're no help Michael" Mum said storming out of the room

great now mum and dad were fighting becuase of me. But dad was right im 18 i know not to get in any trouble and so what a few fan girls found me its not like they mobbed me

"Seb you know your mum gets worried easy why dont you make life less hard by just sending one of us a text"

I just sat there not saying anything i didnt want to so i just fiddled with my shirt. I had also gone out and gotten a tattoo on my back and it was rubbing on my shirt

"You know son you are exactly like me" he said patting my back making me yelp

a look of confusion spread across dads face as he slowly lifted my shirt. I dont care if he sees it im not ashamed

"Seb.." dad said in a tone i couldnt quite decide was disappointment or joy

He traced his finger over the words "TONIGHT IM A SUPERHERO WATCH ME FLY ILL NEVER GET LOW" it was my favourite song that dad wrote and he would always sing it to me when i was younger

"you know your mum is gonna try her hardest to scrub it off in the hopes its fake" he laughed

"oh well" i laughed back "she can try but its not going anywhere"

A/N picture is of Madison