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."
I didn't want to talk about any of this with Brian. Of course abuse and getting hit was a huge deal, it wasn't okay, but I wasn't getting abused. My dad just got angry sometimes. I could deal with him just fine, I didn't want Brian to worry so much about nothing.
Because that's all it was. Nothing.
Reluctantly Brian put the chicken strip in his mouth and chewed. He sighed, "Okay, Dairy Queen does have some of the best chicken strips."
I nodded my head hurriedly, "Right? Bro I'd fucking kill for a life time for this shit. Like seriously, I'd kidnap the owner and like beg for him to give me a life supply coupon for this shit. Or give him some of that sloppy toppy for this shit. You know what? I'd even let him touch my sixth toe for a lifetime coupon."
"Cole, you don't even have a sixth toe."
"Not one that you know of." I stuck my tongue out at him. "It's there Brian, and one day you'll see it by accident and you'll be..." I snapped my fingers, "Instantly aroused."
"Why would I be-"
"Don't lie Brian. We all know you have a foot fetish."
He groaned, "I mentioned feet once. I said 'I like her nail polish' on some girls feet, because you pointed it out. And ever since then you won't shut up about me having a foot fetish."
"Shut up Brian. You're just in denial. Speaking about denial, have you denied the fact that you have a crush on a girl recently?"
"What?"
"You're stupid. Do you like someone Brian? Have you had any action recently?"
"I mean-"
"Let me rephrase. Any action that doesn't involve a random person on randochat and your hand."
"I haven't been on randochat in years, Cole. And it was like one time!"
"My memory is deliciously good Brian, I'll never let you live that down. I cant even believe you admitted that to me." I laughed.
"I admit everything to you." He glared, "and no I don't have a crush on anyone. Do you have a crush on someone Cole?"
I shrugged, "Not really. I mean if this person asked me out I wouldn't say no."
Brian's ears practically perked up. "Who? Someone at school? Someone you met going on a random escapade at 3 am?"
I smiled, "His name is Candice."
"Candice?"
"Candeez nuts fit in your mouth."
"Oh my good you're so fucking annoying." Brian groaned, laying his head back down in slight disappointment. "I thought you meant an actual person, I was excited. You've been lonely for so long."
"Me?! Have you seen yourself Brian. Who do you hang out with besides me?"
"Who do you?" Brian shot back.
"I hung out with Nathaniel yesterday, and I text people all the time because I'm just so popular."
"People text you because you're confident and it makes people feel confident."
I winked, placing a hand on my chest, "That's my biggest flex."
"Wait you hung out with Nathaniel?"
I nodded my head, "Yeah. Dude took me in his fucking 2021 version of the bat mobile and we went flying. Let me drive it and everything. And no I didn't get to crash it, which made me thoroughly upset."
"He let you drive his car? Do you guys hang out often?"
I shrugged, "Not really. More so now though than before. We are the bestest of buds, Brian."
Brian smiled slowly, tauntingly, "Do you like Nathaniel?"
I rolled my eyes, "You're always all over me Brian. But don't think I haven't seen you been texting someone all the time. I'm with you 24/7."
"I haven't been texting anybody at all!" Brian said, a little too quickly.
"Oh yeah? Go ahead, tell me about her:"
"I haven't-"
"Brian you are the worst in the history of lying. I've seen better liars than you in Americas dumbest criminals. Who is it?"
His face went a bright red and it was then I knew that I was completely right.
"Come on, I'm your bestest bud, tell me."
Brian groaned, burying his head into his arms in embarrassment.
I pointed my chicken strip, "Tell me and Ill pay for lunch for the next two weeks."
"Fine!" Brian exclaimed, "I met her... well she goes to school with us and I met her in psychology."
"Ooo." I said dramatically, "do tell, what's her name? I'll probably know her, I know everybody."
Brian rolled his eyes, "You're so arrogant sometimes."
"Sometimes. Stop trying to change the subject. Give me the details. What's she like. Who is she?"
"Her name is Anna."
"Anna Forche?"
"Yeah her."
"Oooo Brian you're trying to get the Principal's daughter." I gave him a thumbs up, "She's cute, suits you very well."
He ran a hand through his hair. "I just feel like she's way out of my league, ya know?"
I rubbed my chin, "Brian out of everybody I know, you're genuinely attractive you just don't know it. Your personality has definitely glowed up since you met me though."
"You think I should go for it?"
"Yeah of course. If it goes wrong then I'll bail you out."
"How will you do that?"
I shrugged, "I'm Cole."
"And?"
"Stop doubting me Brian."
"I never said I doubted you."
I glared, "I can see it in the way you're breathing. You're doubting me aren't you."
He laughed, "I would never."
"Good. So ask her out and don't doubt me."
Brian ran another hand through his hair. "You think so?"
"I know so. And I know everything. I'm a genius Brian. Do it."
"I'll get closer to her first. Then do it. Deal?"
I pretended to spit on my hand, holding it out for a handshake, "Brilliant Brian. Sounds perfect."
He shook my hand.
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