☆ in bloom ★ (style)

twenty three

1753 words

so, there's some tense air at the dinner table until stan gives our dads an official answer on the concert.

my dad slouches in his chair with his arms crossed and he looks at his plate, not eating it.

"what's wrong gerald? i thought you liked green beans."  poor mom. probably knows nothing about why he's upset.

"i'm just.. not hungry." he pouts.

i feel aggravation start to fizz, but i serpress and try to think of other things going on in school that i can talk about.

"today, this annoying kid in my spanish class made the teacher cry in front of everyone."

"oh my gosh, kyle that's terrible! is she okay?"

"huh? yeah she's fine she's deals with this like everyday."

my dad rolls his eyes and mutters under a cough.
"..i'm gonna make you cry in front of everyone. see how you like it."

i shoot him a staggering glare and dig my fork into my food.

"come on gerald, eat your green beans. be a big boy."

my dad scoffs and reluctantly takes a bite or two.

"ike, how was school for you?" my mom tried to include him, but he has an earbud in and can't hear her.

"ike?" still nothing.

"IKE!" my dad yells and hits the table in front of ike's face. why is he so mad?

ike rips out his earbud and looks over to our mom. "wha-what? sorry i wasn't listening."

"how was school, ike? did you turn in the homework we did the other night?" i ask.
this dumbass kid has no idea how to do math on his own, so i end up doing most of his homework and i convince him that he did it. after we spend all that time on homework, sometimes he doesn't even turn it into the teacher. it's exhausting.

"oh- uh- yeah yeah i did."

"good." she looks at my dad like she's already annoyed at what she's about to say.

"and gerald, how was your day? you seem a little tense."

"well, my day was fine. no interesting cases, but randy gave us the brilliant idea to bring the band back together." he adds smugly.

"oh that's wonderful! that's a terrific idea! i'm so excited to recreate all of your guys' old album covers, and photoshoots,"

"yeah well, between me being a lawyer and stuart basically being homeless, we average out to about a poor randy in funds. so, we thought we will ask the children we brought onto the face of the earth to do is a favor and let us use their stage, but randy's prissy little bitch of a son hasn't given us an answer yet, so the gangs a little on edge." he spits out the last part.

"language." i mutter.

mom looks at him, her mouth a little gaped open.

"did mr marsh not tell you stan approved your guys's request?"  i ask my dad. stan let me know when

"no??" he scoffs as if it was my fault he doesn't know. as if i was keeping it from him or something.