Hey guys sorry that this chapter is late! I was just so tired last night with studying and work I fell asleep almost as soon as I got home! It's insane how I stayed away to eat before going to bed! But yeah anyway, here you go I hope you enjoy it!

When he got home his teeth were chattering and his hair was flat against his forehead. One of the lights was on and there was a dog barking. No… he isn't supposed to be back till next week. Gilan parked his bike and tossed his helmet, absently not caring where it ended up. He hopped up the stairs, taking two at a time. "Dad?"

The tall man turned around, he was tall, like Gilan, but bulkier, where Gilan was thin this man had muscles. "Yes Gilan?" The man was smiling, he had missed his son.

"I missed you dad."

"I missed you more Gilan." The two men walked across the room and hugged. Gilan's father had be away for two months, with him he took Blaze, apparently Gilan wasn't responsible enough to take care of him for two months. Gilan knelt down to start petting his dog.

"Who's a good boy?" The dog began to lick Gil's face and neck. Soon after the dog started barking and licking, the dog began to yip and bark in excitement. "What brings you home early?"

"The trip ended early, a family emergency with Eric (his boss)."

"That sucks. I was just about to order some pizza, pepperoni, sausage, and bacon right?"

"I think I'm gonna go a bit lighter than that, just got back anyway, how about just one topping, you pick."

"Bacon it is then. Now what have you done with my father?"

"Nothing kid, just wanna chill and relax with some bacon pizza, my son, and the dog." The man sat down in one of the dark colored chairs after plugging his phone into the wall. He isn't standing by his phone, he's not attached to the wall while it's charging, what's up with him? The older man was looking at Gilan, tapping his foot, waiting for Gilan to say something.

"I'm gonna order the pizza and then we can talk, I… uh.. guess."

"Okay, I'll just wait here then." Gilan jogged back to his room in the garage, snatched up his phone from the nightstand and called the pizza parlor. "Hello, hey Bill, can I have a large bacon pizza and cheesy bread sticks."

"You know it dude. Ronnie will be there in like… half an hour."

"Thanks, have a nice day Bill."

"You too Gil."

"Okay dad I'm back, you wanna talk about anything?"

"Gilan, I just want you to know that even though I may not support it-"

"What are you talking about?! I thought you supported me about being gay!" His arms flew up and all he wanted to do was shout at the man.

His father held his hands up in surrender, his brows furrowed. "GILAN MICHAEL-"

"No dad! Stop it! I-"

"KID THIS ISN'T ABOUT THAT!" Gilan lowered his arms and crossed them instead.

"What do you mean?"

"It's about the art, the graffiti, Gilan."

"How-how did you find out?"

"I saw the paint. Same colors on the mural, they always are." Gilan took a few steps back.

"But no one else…"

"Just me Gilan, the paintings are quite beautiful but there is a way to do this legally, Gilan."

"No there isn't, believe me I've tried, dad. Sometimes it's just better to do things illegally." The man looked at his son, the fatherly disappointment blatant in his eyes. His hands rested themselves upon Gilan's shoulders.

"Not better Gilan, never better, just easier. I want you to stop, if you don't I'll report you to the school and they can go from there. This is vandalization, it is not funny, and you shouldn't be doing it."

But what if I don't think it's vandalization? To me this is art, this is beauty and beauty cannot be told where and where not to be. I don't want an art show, I want to make change, I want to inspire people, art shows aren't my method of change.

"I-I don't know dad… let me think about it." His hand was rubbing the back of his neck.

"No thinking Gilan! This shouldn't be a hard decision. Honestly I don't know why you bother with art, you should be concerning yourself with important subjects, like math and science, maybe even speech and government. Those are good subjects, they lead to stable and high paying jobs."

"I don't care about money or speech or math! I like art, and that's what I wanna do!"

"Art will never get you anywhere Gilan!"

"Have you ever even seen one of my paintings?"

"You mean your graffiti, yes I have, every single one. I do not approve Gilan, my son will not be an artist!"

"But it makes me happy!"

"So does-" Knock. Knock. Knock.

"That's the pizza. I'll get it." Gilan angrily rushed off, leaving a gust of air in his wake. His father was still red in the face, furiously scanning his brain for more points to make in his argument. Growl. Maybe after pizza, they could continue this. Gilan would eventually come to his senses, he just hopped when he did it wouldn't be too late. It had happened to his brother and he flat out refused to see it happen to his son, Gilan had too much promise.

The box was hot in Gilan's hands and he quickly placed it on the table grabbing two cups, and two paper plates. "Truse?" He held his hand out, wanting to just skip over this fight and just have his dad agree with him, and support his art.

"Truse." They shook hands and then began to dive into the pizza in all its bacon-y glory. The cups were soon filled to the brim with soda, sprite for Gilan and root beer for his father.

"How was the trip?"

"Boring, Eric and Adams got drunk one night and passed out a few doors down from their rooms. Eric ended up wear a floral print skirt and Adams had a coconut bra over his sweater vest."

"Seriously? Adams in a coconut bra is one of the strangest things I have ever heard of, how drunk was he?"

"Enough to find a coconut bra in the middle of Aslava, and worm his way into it." The two kicked the feet onto the table, with the pizza off to the other side of the table. With a few taps of his phone Gilan and his father were watching the Flash. Gilan had a couple ships for the show, they came and went, some more then others, Eddie and Barry, Barry and Caitlin, Snart and Barry, Cico and Kendra, and finally Ronnie and Caitlin. He had a lot of ships but hey, that's just any fandom.

They were only on season one because his father made him promise not to watch without him, it was hard, so many people and so many spoilers at school. It was a miracle how he only escaped with only a few small, and one big, spoilers.

The screen flashed (hehe, I made a funny) in all different colors, red, yellow, green, and blue as the older man began to nod off. Despite the bright lights on the TV the man could feel all of the travel and pizza catch up with him. He was sprawled out, legs out on the footrest and his body laying over the entire couch. Gilan simple giggled a tad bit when he saw his father. The man was serious and dignified most days but seeing him now, like this with his hair tousled, and body hanging around the couch, snoring louder than tractor.

Gilan turned off the Tv, threw a blanket over his father, and began to tiredly walk back into his room (more accurately known as his garage). Once at his bed he just passed out, too tired to care enough about changing or brushing his teeth. His eyelids slammed shut as if they were made out of lead.

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