Hey guys new chapter! It's short but sweet. I'll be a bit busy this week but I wanted to get this out.

I was very sick and had a terrible fever and chills.

My father entered the room.

"How are you feeling?"

"Well, besides the fact I feel terrible... being sick isn't that bad. I don't have training and I get to play Underwatch all day."

"Of course." he rolled his eyes. He huffed. "And you say you're no typical teenager."

"Everything is better with video games. Actually, could you play a round with me?"

"Of your game? I don't know how to."

"I'll show you! Here, you could have this spare controller I never use."

Maybe it was my puppy dog eyes, maybe just was how pathetic I was looking, but he eventually gave in and began to play.

Well, it turns out my father is a horrible gamer. He kept getting himself killed.

"Why is my gun not working?"

"Father you're pressing the wrong button."

Oh, the joys of having an old parent. Some of my friends' parents from home were gamers and could easily beat me.

I tried not to but I ended up laughing at him. Then I switched the game to the video game version of trivial pursuit on the hardest difficulty and, well... He killed me.

"No fair. It has questions on WWII." I said

"I hardly see the issue."

"Come on! You lived through it!"

He smiled at this. "You should have picked a different game."

"I picked it so you'd actually have a chance."

"Your mistake. You should know not to give up the advantage to be nice."

"I hate you father."

He laughed at this.

A few chess games later and I started feeling really really awful. I went to the bathroom and barfed up a lung. That's when I started feeling dizzy. So, so dizzy.

To my surprise, my father started fretting about my rapidly climbing temperature. My father never panicked. Not ever. No matter what happened.

But he did now.

Toad had taken the car into town and the taxi we called was taking forever to arrive due to the hell that is New York traffic. I was too tired to say much and when I did try father would tell me to not push myself.

My father was pacing, cursing in German and generally getting extremely worked up.

Father's scared... He shouldn't be. He should be happy... Wait a second. I like pizza, it's my favorite food... Maybe pizza will make him happy! I thought.

Apparently, extreme sickness has a way of bringing the inner six year old out of me.

"Father?"

"Scheiße! Electron, don't."

"No, please listen. You're scared. I dunno why. But maybe you should eat pizza. That always makes me happy."

He stared at me as if those were the most profound words he'd ever heard.

"After this, Electron, we'll go back to that place you like."

"I love you."

Great, I held the last syllable for five seconds too much, making me sound like I had one too many drinks.

He stared at me scared beyond belief.

"I love you more than pizza, father, and I really really reaaally love pizza." I said with a large smile.

Toad beat the taxi and I was rushed to the hospital. Apparently, I'd caught that year's strain of the flu months early.

Thankfully, I recovered. When I heard about what I said I cringed in embarrassment and tried to dismiss it "And that concludes my brief foray into poetry." I said before drinking some orange juice.

My father smirked at this. "I love you too."

I choked on my drink, causing some to spill on me. "You said that on purpose!"

"Perhaps..."

"You're so evil sometimes!"

"If the news is to be believed than it's a bit more than sometimes."

"Ugh! Whatever. I was promised pizza."

"I don't get why you like that place. The pizza's so greasy you can see your reflection."

"And that's what makes it so good."