just one touch

One.

"Just because your name is famous doesn't mean you're going to be famous. With these grades, you'll be lucky if you could get yourself into community college." my stepmom Andrea snaps.

"You're right, I'll try harder." I'm already out the kitchen as she starts telling me something I know I'll hear later on.

Sighing, I make my way down the hall to my small bedroom. I throw myself on my bed and let a out a huge scream into my pillow. I don't get how a guy like my dad would end up with her. My dad is never serious and always makes you laugh. My stepmother, on the other hand, is serious and is always on your back about something.

I hear a soft knock on my open door. Footsteps walk over and pause before my bed. Without looking up I know who it is. The figure crawls on my bed and cuddles into me.

"Hi James." I scoot over and let him lay on my pillow. I look into his eyes and see that he's been crying. "What's wrong J?"

"Andrea took away my bear and said only little boys sleep with stuffed animals." I hear the little whimper escape on bear and I pull him into me and let him cry. I pat his back and soothe him until he's done.

"Big boys sleep with bears too right?"
Of course the answer is no but when he's giving me his big blue-eyed puppy face, the answer is always yes.

"Anyone can have a bear, no matter how old they are." He gives me a dazzling smile and hugs me.

We stay like that for a couple minutes until we hear the garage door opening. James gets out of my grip and runs out the door. Dad is home.

"Hey James! How's my big boy doing," My dad booms from the living room. I sit up and walk to the my mirror, making sure I don't look like I want to punch my stepmom's lights out.

The only thing I inherited from my dad is his curly brown hair. The rest is from my mom. Her brown eyes, her heart shaped face, her pouty lips. I even look more Asian than Caucasian from my father. While my dad is 6 foot 5, my mother was a mere 5 foot 2. Unfortunately, I'm not tall like my dad. I'm shorter than my mom at 5 foot.

I get a brief pang of sadness for my mom even though she doesn't deserve it. She's the one who left us for a guy she met online. I shake my head and get rid of the thoughts.

I walk into the living room and give my dad a peck on the cheek. "How's my favorite daughter doing?" Andrea must have told him our little spat because he's got this pleading look in his big blue eyes. I smile and shake my head. I go to the kitchen for a banana, leaving them to have a moments peace before Andrea ruins it.

"Etta I've got something for you, you're gonna love it!" Dad says.

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