My Mess

Chapter Twenty-Four: Sloppy Toppy for Dairy Queen

Chapter Twenty-Four: Sloppy Toppy for Dairy Queen
Cole's POV

"Hey dad." I grinned at him as I entered my house, "Miss me?"

He rolled his eyes, "No Cole, no I didn't." He paused as I busied myself with the delicious food on the table.

And by delicious food I mean oranges because, let's be honest, there's no fruit better than oranges and no I don't criticism.

"I'm sorry about... you know, when I slapped you because you came back."

I shrugged, "It didn't hurt." I said, shoving an orange slice in my mouth. "Not like it matters anyways, barely gave me a bump."

"Well yeah, I know it wasn't like actually hitting you, but your mom used to-"

I stilled, "Stop, don't worry, it's fine. What are we having for dinner? If it has chicken in it, count me out."

"What, you don't like chicken anymore?"

I made a face, "I like chicken, but, and no offense here, you suck ass at cooking chicken."

"If I suck so fucking bad, why don't you make your own food then?"

"Because I suck ass at making anything food wise. Remember that time I almost burnt down the house? That was fun."

"Exactly. So shut your mouth and eat what I make."

I smiled at him, "Pwetty pwease don't make chicken?" I clasped my hands.

He turned away.

"What are we having?" I hollered.

"Chicken enchiladas."

I snickered when he walked to his study, "What a bully." I murmured to myself, shoving the last orange into my mouth.

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"So what did your dad say when you got home?" Brian asked, placing his head down on the picnic table in front of us.

After I called him in hysterics about how bored I was, he told me that he'd be willing to hang out with me if I shut up and met him at the park.

Rather rude in my opinion, but I didn't object because he bought me Dairy Queen chicken strip basket.

"Nothing much." I shrugged, "Just apologized for how mad he was when we came back. Things like that."

"Like how he hit you?"

I sent Brian a look, "He didn't hit me, he slapped me because he was mad. Plus it didn't even hurt, and he did in fact apologize."

Brian sent me a look like I was stupid, "Cole, slapping you because he's mad is hitting you."

I took a bite of my chicken strip, "Relax. Shove this down your throat, it's good." I said, holding out a chicken strip.

He stared at it and I rolled my eyes.

"Eat it or I'll shove it down your throat. Which you won't want because I won't put any on your tongue so you won't even get to savor the taste of the deliciousness."