A Stolitz Story: Forever After

.+*Chapter Nine*+.

Blitzø was speechless.

No scratch that, he was BEYOND speechless now.

The last thing he would ever see, let alone try to think about, was the sight of HIS dad here with no invitation to be seen, but was also casually having tea with HIS boyfriend, and talking to him like it was a normal tuesday.

This, in fact, was not a normal Tuesday, but like a panic war cry for help instead.

And the look Fizz was giving him reflected just how he felt perfectly.

"Uh. . Babe?" Blitzø asked nervously at Stolas, who was still sipping his tea like nothing was clearly wrong in this situation.

"Oh, hello darling! We have some company right-"

"Yeah, I can see that." Blitzø said, cutting off Stolas in the middle of his sentence. "I'm trying to know as to why he's here. Last time I checked, I didn't invite anyone else over besides Fizz."

"Sweetheart, he just. . .showed up here. He wanted to come in to see you, and when I said you weren't here, he said he could wait here and have some tea. You know that I'm not rude, so of course I let him in."

That explanation to what happened only made it even WORSE.

Not only did he come here uninvited, but thought the best idea was to actually have tea with his boyfriend, while also being there for him? To talk to him face to face?

Yeah, that was very suspicious for him.

"Okay, thanks for the side info. Can we talk back in our room real quick Stols?" Blitzø tried to as polite with all of his words, but he felt like slapping the life out of his very own father, which sounded very pleasing to him,

Thankfully, Fizz was right there to place a hand on his shoulder, and he silently thanked him for it.

"Umm. . .sure. I'll be right back with some more tea, Cash, I just need to talk with my boyfriend for a moment."

"Ain't no problem. I can just wait here for a few minutes." Blitzø was now praying to the gods that he didn't try to slap him down into his unspoken grave and burial.

Once they FINALLY left the atrocious living room, they finally made their way to the bedroom, and Blitzø felt much calmer than he was in the last ten minutes, just because Stolas was there with him. But that didn't mean that he was any more on edge than before.

"Stolas, I don't trust that guy, and I don't trust any part of him that is still alive and breathing." Blitzø said the moment they entered the bedroom that he was in earlier.

He also made sure to double, triple, and quadruple lock the door, windows, escape shafts, and barricade the door with anything his body could carry and handle, just in case someone tried to enter into their room

"Blitzy, don't you think that you're being over. . .excessive at the moment?" Stolas voiced as he sat down on the bed and Blitzø followed soon after, once he made sure that nothing was able to enter.

"Babe, that guy in our living room is the definition of bad news, and we shouldn't trust him here." He said while looking at Stolas, but the owl barely looked convinced, let alone trying to believe in his statement about Cash.

"Are you sure Blitzy? From what I've seen of the man, he really seems to be very nice and caring."

Nice? Caring? Now Blitzø was even more sus about why and what his dad wanted. And even though he didn't want to give him the info that he despised, he also knew that it was the most important thing that he needed to tell him.