John got into the house late, quietly going to his room so he wouldn't wake his parents- or his annoying sister for that matter. He felt like a teenager trying to avoid getting in trouble after sneaking out. He didn't hear his sister walk into his room.
"Here I thought you were the virgin." Harry said.
"Harry, go away." John replied without turning to look at her.
Harry went back to her room as John sat down on his bed, striping down to his pants. He knew in the morning that he'd probably hear all about how he was the devil's child. It was the same lecture he got after every date when they knew he had been on one. Normally they were a big secret, but sometimes Harry find out and told them; he wished he was an only child some days. He could hear Harry through the wall flirting with someone- John wondered how she got away with it. He put the pillow over his head hoping he could tune it out. John slowly drifted off to sleep after Harry got off the phone.
John woke up to yelling so he got dressed in his pyjama's, padding downstairs to see what was going on. His dad was in a fight with their mum over something, but he knew better than to get involved unless it got physical. Harry came down the stairs, quickly standing next to John.
"What is it about this time?" Harry asked, rubbing her eyes.
"Like I know." John retorted.
When the argument was over the two went into the kitchen to make breakfast; Mr. Watson sat at the dining room table, opening his newspaper like he did every morning. His wife brought him his coffee as John sat down at the table; he hated the awkward silence because it always lead to a pointless lecture. It stayed silent for about ten minutes before a single word was spoken. No one said anything until the food was served.
"So, you went on a date last night." He said looking at John.
John didn't bother looking up as he played with his food, "Yes."
"With another one of those fairies, I bet."
John looked at his father, "He isn't a fairy! I really wonder how you manage to get through life without getting shot."
His father glared at him, putting his paper down, "I didn't raise no son of mine to be a Homo. I raised you to be a lawyer, like me, and marry a nice homely girl and have children."
"I don't want to be a lawyer, I want to be a doctor, which I am on my way to being just that.. No thanks to you."
"John, that's no way to talk to your father."
Harry, whom sat across from John, looked at him just a bit worried; the two may not like each other or get along for that matter –part of the time at least. Both hated their father for the way he treated them their whole lives; it was true, Mr. Watson preferred his daughter over his son, but still Harry disliked him. The two kids ate their food wanting breakfast to be over soon.
"So, John, I was thinking you could go see Mary- I hear she's single again." Mrs. Watson said.
He let out a sigh, "Mum, Mary's a friend, and her fiancé just dumped her.."
"Doesn't mean she couldn't use some company."
"I will go visit her." John said before finishing breakfast.
Both John and Harry quickly went back upstairs before anything else could be said. John grabbed a set of clean clothes and was about to start changing when Harry walked in.
"So, where you really going?"
"Out and out." He pointed to the door.
Harry left grinning and John closed his bedroom door, pulling his pyjama's off and slipping his trousers on. His phone buzzed on the nightstand so he grabbed it opening the message; he typed out a quick response before buttoning his trousers. He heard his phone buzz again but ignored it this time as he put his t-shirt on. When it started to ring he didn't bother to look at it when pressing the send button, putting it on speaker.
"Hello."
"You going to be able to meet me at May's Chinese?"
He took it off speaker when he realized it was Greg, "Um.. yeah, were you the one that just texted me?"
"Yes."
"Oh, I wasn't checking my messages, I was about to leave the house to get out for a bit."
"A bit crowded?" Greg asked.
"Yeah, mum trying to get me to date a girl and my dad just being himself." John said. "Normal around here." He watched through the window as his father got in the car, leaving.
"I was thinking we meet around se-" He stopped when he heard a door open on John's side of the line.
"Mum! Don't you know how to knock?!" John all but yelled. "A friend, but Dinner? Really? You want to invite her here?"
Greg let out a sigh, "Curious, is she the type to be in denial?"
"Yes, she is. I will call you later if am able to get out of dinner with Mary."
"Who's Mary?"
John grinned, "A neighbor who at one point asked me out."
"Oh.. I should get back to work."
"Yes you should. If I don't see you tonight, call me around eight or something."
"Will do, see ya later." Greg said.
They both hung up, John was stuck with staying home for the day. He knew his mum would want help making dinner. It also meant Harry would have to help as well; John really hated stuff like this but it was his family, so you never got a chance to tell them no.
