I was sitting in the passenger's seat of a car, that belonged to a guy that I didn't even know. Am I insane? Did I leave my brain somewhere back at the church? Or the Miller's home? I just stared out the window. Then I realized that's what I was doing before I got myself into this mess, so I crossed my arms and stared at the floor board.
Raph looked as uncomfortable as I did. So he tried to start conversation. "You, uh, want something to eat? I'm buying." I didn't answer. "I'll take that as a 'no'."
He tried again, "How old are you? Fifteen? Sixteen?" I was getting really good at saying nothing. He sighed. "Look. I know you're a little bummed about this situation you're in, but my Dad had this saying." Bad choice of words. "I don't care what your dad said!" I said. "Right now. That is the last thing I want to hear! What your father said. Fathers are nothing to be proud about! They are going to fail you! The only thing they want is a miniature wersion of themselves to take over when they're said and done! Don't tell me some wise crap your dad force fed you!" I crossed my arms again and sat there looking forward.
It was a few minutes of silence before I said anything. My face was hot with embarrassment and regret. I wiped my watery eyes and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. Not all dads are like mine." He shrugged. "Hey. I understand. I'm sorry for my poor choice in words." He laughed it off like it was nothing, and I've been sitting here like a big cry baby.
I said, "How do you know the Millers?" He smiled and said, "My uncle was a college friend of Mr. Miller. He met my dad at his funeral. Our families met up with each other ever since. Its like my dad said: Every dark cloud has a silver lining."
I had to think about this. I found that he was right. If my parents hadn't been such D-bags, then I would have never had to motivate myself in school, and such. If I hadn't had my wing knocked off, then I wouldn't have met Nicole. Crap. Bad feelings all over agian.
The car stopped. We were sitting in front of an apartment building. Raph turned off the car and said, "You can sleep in my bed. I'll go ahead and take the couch."
We got out of the car, and I said, "Please. Don't give me the special treatment or anything." He gave me a look. "What special treatment? The couch has lesser lumps in it." He walked up to the building, and I was struggling to keep from grinning like an idiot.
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