If only his dad could see him now. His dad always said….
He drew back, repulsed by the sudden memory. He had no right thinking about that monster as a good person. Even if it was a long time ago, Walter White-
"Flynn?"
Lindsay's hand on his arm shattered the memory immediately and he looked into her eyes. "Yeah?"
"Are you sure you're all right?"
"I'm fine." He lied, quickly looking away. But her hand went to his chin, turning him toward her.
"You don't look fine."
"I was just thinking about my… um… Walter."
"Who's Walter?"
"My dad."
"Oh…"
He stared at her for a moment, wondering yet again how someone so pretty, a girl with chestnut hair, hazel eyes and pink lips (that must be incredibly soft), could
possibly be interested in him.
"Flynn?"
Brought out of his trance, he had a revelation. He finally had someone he could talk to. Someone who he was sure wouldn't laugh at him or judge him. Someone with
whom he could talk about his dad, his Uncle Hank…
She was holding his hand now, a concerned look on her face. "Look, I know this is our first date and all, and we don't know each other that well, but if there's anything
that you want to talk about-."
He took a deep breath; ready to spill out his most carefully guarded secrets. "Lindsay, before I came to pick you up, I…"
"Yes?"
"I found out something from my mom and Aunt Marie."
"What?"
"My dad is dead."
She gasped in shock, one hand flying to her mouth, the other to his arm. "Oh God, Flynn… when?"
"I found out before I came to get you. It wasn't much of a shock, actually. I mean…"
"God Flynn, I'm so sorry."
"I'm not." The words were bitter, but he wasn't about to take them back. He'd never be sorry that his father was dead. Not now, not ever.
"I don't understand."
Another deep sigh escaped him. "Maybe we'd better sit down."
He was grateful once again for the darkness and for the fact that they were alone for the most part. As usual, he was being ignored. He told her about his dad, but
once he started talking he couldn't stop. And not once did she laugh or judge. When he was finished, he was emotional and spent, even shedding some tears. And it
was then that he found himself in her arms, the recipient of a comforting hug. No girl had ever hugged him before, and he found it hard to let go. But feeling guilty once
again, he drew back.
"How is your mom doing? This must be really hard on her."
He sighed deeply. "She's upset. She said she was going to have a memorial service for him. My Aunt Marie is angry about it… because of Uncle Hank, but I'm sure she's
there as well. I told her that there is no way I'm going to that. I'd rather be here at the dance with you."
She was looking into his eyes now. "Flynn you should be there. No matter what you felt about your dad. Your mom and your aunt need you."
He looked around at the kids dancing in a line, having a great time. "But what about-."
"There will be other dances, Flynn. But this is your family."
If anyone else had asked him to go, he would have flatly refused. But this was Lindsay and he liked her… He really, really liked her. And so he nodded. "All right. But will
you… come with me?"
She smiled at him and took his hand. "Of course I will."