🌈【𝒶𝓃 𝓂𝓂 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎】
Andrew Parker's life has been shaped by tough breaks and heartbreak. Growing up in the remote stretches of Alaska, he came out to his parents only to be kicked out, and his high school graduation ended with the pain...
I stormed back inside, slamming the heavy front door of the house shut behind me.
Malia had taken the Porsche to pick up Devon -- after I clearly told her I had to go to work today once my online meeting ended. The meeting had just ended late, and she had fucking taken the car anyway.
I scratched my head, putting my shoes on haphazardly, nearly falling over in the process because I was also trying to text her.
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"Dad, can I go to the movies with David tonight? He can come pick me up," Tina yelled from the living room.
"No, I won't be home 'till late." I yelled, booking an Uber on my phone while I frantically searched for my wallet.
It wasn't where I left it, didn't I leave it on the kitchen counter?
"I'm still going to go, I'll be home by the time you get back. Don't worry, we just wanna see the new horror movie that came out Friday," she yelled out, turning up the volume on the TV, "Lizzie says David is scared shitless of horror movies," she yelled a little louder, "and that he's gonna break up over this, but that's not even true because last summer Megan said she took him to see IT and that he laughed the whole time. So I bet Lizzie twenty bucks that he stays the whole movie date without freaking out --"
Oh my God, I didn't fucking care. I loved them to death, but raising teenage girls tested my patience more than anything I'd ever experienced in my life before. I'd tuned Tina out but she was still talking about her teenage drama.
"Sounds great, sweetheart."
"How does that sound great, dad, are you even listening?!"
"I got the gist of it, Tina, I'm sorry, I don't have time to really sit and listen right now... I have to run. I'm late. Where's my wallet?!"
Gary texted me for the millionth time that I was really goddamn late for taping on Relay, like I didn't already know that, and I texted him to back the fuck off.
He sent me a crying emoji and some weird GIF in response, I didn't have time to watch it. I knew I was late, he wasn't helping. Everyone was waiting on me, and I couldn't even find my wallet.
"Dad, can I borrow a hundred bucks for tonight?" Tina asked, going through my cash – there was my wallet, right in Tina's hands as she looked through what I had.
I stormed over, grabbing everything out of her grip, and threw a twenty back at her. She was my youngest, having just turned sixteen, and I completely spoiled her, but what the hell did she plan to do with a hundred bucks tonight?! What teenager brings a hundred bucks to the movies?!
"Ugh, dad, what the fuck am I supposed to get with this?" she complained.
"Watch your language, and if you complain about getting a handout, give me the twenty back. That's for when you lose your bet to Lizzie."
