AN: I like squares, roller-ball pens, and my computer. Sue me.
Thanks To: rosy2lee2, Yaythe1st, Parapaxis, backass, Chocobollo, and MindlesslyStaringAtYou. You guys rock!
Tinsly: have my babies. I love how you helped me with this. We should have penguin behbehs.
EDIT: Major change to the confrontation with his dad. If you're just reading this now, then don't worry about it. (:
My heart aches.
I don't think its ever hurt this much.
My chest is constricting and I feel as if I slowly suffocating.
What a strange sensation.
I wonder what could have caused this.
I can't breathe.
Maybe I'll die-
Knock.
"Come in."
Dad is standing in my room, fidgeting. Why does he have the right to fidget?
"Craig... I-I'm sorry." I stay quiet. "You have to understand..." I stay quiet. "Answer me, young man. I am still your father."
"No." This man standing in front of me, he isn't my father. I no longer have a father. He died when he was fucking some bimbo senseless in some dodgy hotel. "You're not my father."
"Craig..."
"You're not my father!" I hiss.
And I slap him.
He's shocked.
Serves the bastard right.
"I-I'm sorry-" he splutters, holding his cheek.
"That's not good enough."
"Let me-"
"Get out."
"Craig-"
"Get out!" I throw the family picture I have of us and it nicks a cut on his forehead. The picture falls to the floor and shatters.
That's my family.
Visible, but untouchable behind the glass.
And now it's cracked.
Because of him.
~o~o~
"Craig, if you had Alice's power, would you be regretful?"
"I..." My mouth runs dry. Would I want to know what would happen?
Then you could have prepared yourself for your father's betrayal.
But maybe then you would have a jaded eye towards everything, resulting in years of nothing but arguments and fights.
Would you trade knowledge for peace?
"I..."
"You don't have to answer, Craig. But it's a good one to mule over, yeah? Now, Georgina..."
~o~o~
Would you trade knowledge for peace?
If I had known that Kyle would have left those years back, would I have been angry?
Probably. In my immaturity, I would have blamed him and anything else. I would have thought he was every bad word under the sun.
But do I still feel like that?
It wasn't his choice to leave.
Like it wasn't father's choice to cheat? What a pack of lies.
Maybe I haven't matured at all.
I wonder what mother would think.
"Craig?" I swing my eyes up to the person addressing me.
"Butters?"
"I, uh, well, uhm... Are you okay?"
"What."
"Well, I mean, well, golly, you've been looking pretty darn emo for the past few days. And we haven't talked in Lordy knows how long..."
"Butters."
"Wuh, yeah?"
"You don't... Hate me?"
"Hate you?" he asks. His eyes are bulging out as if this is the most absurd things he has ever heard. "Why would I hate you?"
Now it's my turn to be confused. "You're together with Wendy," he doesn't deny this but merely blushes furiously, "and she hates me."
"Okay, no offense, Craig, but are you that much of an ass that you think I'm Wendy's bitch?" I shrug and nod. "I'm not."
"Okay."
"If you went to her and apologized, she'd come back. She's just waiting for you to say sorry."
"Butters."
"Yeah."
"I love you, man."
"Aw, shucks. You don't mean that."
~o~o~
"I'm sorry."
I don't know what to say to him. The dumb card always works.
"For what?"
"For kissing you." I flinch. Jeez, he's so blunt.
"Hey, it's no biggie, yeah? As long as - er - it doesn't happen again." When did my shirt collar get so tight? Kyle looks deep into my eyes with his creepy ass ones and I swear to god I almost lose my bowels in my pants.
"Yeah, I guess." We both give nods, and then - in a manly way! - hug.
Because that's what guy friends - who are not attracted to each other in any way - handle conflicts.
Yeah.
In fact, we're so not attracted to each other that we end up kissing.
Goddammit.