Opposites attract

Im not joking

After another hour of talking to Chris I packed up my books and decided to call it a day. Chris drove home and I went straight to my dads to talk to him about staying with him and his lady friend. I'd decided calling her the failed instagram model was a little rude.

"Blakely" my dad smiled after opening the door. He was wearing a gray robe and his reading glasses which told me he had just gotten into bed. It wasn't until then I realized how much I missed him. Knowing someone so well you could tell what they were doing just by what they were wearing felt nice, it was comfortable and it felt like home.

I realized I hadn't lived with him in over 2 months. I missed him. Despite what he'd done before, that was the truth.

"Hey dad" I grinned wrapping my arms around his torso. He slowly hugged me back and I smiled at the familiar scent of his shower gel.
"What's with you Blakely? Is everything ok?" He chuckled pulling back slightly so he could look at my face.

"I didn't realize how much I missed you" I admitted with a small smile, "I think I want to move in with you dad".
His eyes widened slowly as he stared at me in utter shock, "really? Tell me you're not joking?!"

"I'm not joking" I grinned.
"Oh, thank god!" He exclaimed lifting me off my feet. I laughed as he shook me around in excitement, it felt good to know he really did want me around.

"What made you change your mind?" He asked putting me down. I followed him into the apartment and shrugged, "I guess I realized how much I need my dad" it wasn't a complete lie either. I did need him, I just didn't realize it until this moment.

He led me into the kitchen and and pulled a tall stool in front of the sleek white island bench out for me. I slowly climbed up on it as my dad opened the fridge and pulled a jug of juice out. "Would you like a glass?" He asked looking over his shoulder at me. "No thanks" I smiled looking around the apartment.

I knew my dad had money and all so I wasn't that surprised, but the apartment was amazing,
almost better than our actual house. The ceiling stretched up about 2 meters higher than a regular ceiling, there was a sun roof in the middle of it which reflected the half moon off the shiny black tile floor.

The marble benches were shiny and spotless with nothing but a microwave, coffee machine and blender sat on top of them. My dad noticed me scanning the room and let out a small laugh, "is it too extra?"

"What did you just say?" I asked raising an eyebrow. When did my dad start saying extra?
"The apartment" he laughed, "is it too extra?"
"Dad, why would you say extra?"
"What? Isn't that what the kids say these days?" He smiled taking a sip of his juice.
"Yeah, actually it is. Which is why I'm confused you said it" I explained shaking my head.

"I guess I heard Jasmin say it once or something" he mumbled with a small smile. That explained it.
"So..." I sighed folding my arms on the table, "where is she?"
My dad walked around to the other side of the island bench and sat on one of the tall stools next to me, "she's in the bedroom. I meant what I said about her moving out B, if you're really serious about staying with me I can find her a place somewhere until we figure something out. You are my main priority now, you should've been from the start, but I'm making up for that by making you my priority now".

I smiled gratefully at my dad. From the start of everything he had seemed like the bad guy between my mom and him, I always thought he'd be the one to leave and let me down again, but he was here now and she wasn't. He was willing to do whatever he needed to to fix our relationship.

"So, did the Everett's feed my daughter yet?" My dad asked making his way to he fridge. "I wasn't hungry" I shrugged, "don't worry though, Ms Dimsley followed all orders from you and mom to stuff food into my face every 5 minutes". My dad chuckled quietly as he pulled the fridge door open and reached for a lunchbox with what looked like lasagna stuffed inside of it, "you know why your mom and I do that though B".

I rolled my eyes and let out a loud sigh, "that was literally 3 years ago dad, I haven't relapsed once ever since". Just talking about this made my eyes heavy, it was the darkest part of my life and while I never physically went back there, it was always in the back of my mind, and my dreams would force me to revisit that time in my life. Talking about it out loud was the only thing I had control over so when people brought it up, it was frustrating.

"I know Blakely but...we didn't check up on your eating back then and because of that we almost...we almost lost you. Both your mother and I don't want to ever make that mistake again".
He didn't need to explain, I got it, heck, I could relate. I often found myself counting my calories and eating extra meals when I wasn't hungry, just to be sure I had eaten enough more often than not.

My dad threw the lunchbox in the microwave then we sat in silence and focused on our own thoughts and the quiet hum of the microwave. As I sat there, thinking about who I was 3 years ago, and how different I was then, I realized that everything going on with Lucas wasn't as big as it had seemed before, it was just a small fragment of all the events that led me to being in my dad and his girlfriend's kitchen in the middle of the night, wondering how everything happened and changed so fast. Yes, I liked Lucas, and yes, I had been sick and possibly in some way, I still was. But that was okay, because in a year, or even a month, I would be looking back at this Blakely as future Blakely, wondering how everything sorted itself out.

Okay, I'm sorry about the dramatic monologue at the end😂 I guess you can say I was feeling enlightened and wanted to express it through my writing, Blakely seemed like a good character to write that through. Don't hate me, I hope it wasn't too cringe lmaooo. Xx