Dad got reprimanded by Officer Johnny again today.

Officer Johnny is this scrawny, nerdy little cop that lives next door. He likes to patrol the neighborhood daily on this little blue and red scooter that has a siren and everything, but sounds like a dog being stepped on repeatedly.

So anyway, last Christmas (hopefully as a joke), Uncle Lavi bought these pair of fuzzy blue cat ears for dad to wear around the house that came with a matching blue apron which says "Your purrfect for me". Ever since then, dad tries to find any excuse to wear the ridiculous outfit, much to fathers chagrin.

Dad and father always fight about little stuff like that, and the other major source of bickering is from the laundry. Neither wants to man up and do it, so it literally piles up until it reaches their ceiling (I do my own). So today I guess dad ran out of clothes, and thought that it would be alright if he wore the apron as a substitute until he finished the laundry. So I guess he was inside, washing the clothes, butt naked except the apron for half the day.

There is this little fuzzy orange cat named Timcampy that dad absolutely adores, and look and behold, right at noon it made a stop in front of our house. Dad saw it, and ran out of the house with a bowl of milk, conveniently forgetting that all he had on was the apron and a pair of cat ears. Officer Johnny took that precise time to ride by on his scooter, and one thing led to another, which led to dad being once again handcuffed (after finding some clothes from a horrified neighbor) and brought into the station for indecency AND public disruptance. So father had to get off work early to go bail dad out (who still had the ears on) and let's just say he wasn't too happy.

And they wonder why gays have such a bad name.

So tomorrow is when I bring home my best friend, Neah, who is more than happy to be coming to my house. I have no idea why, but I do know he lives in a huge house with his whole family. I am hoping by tomorrow everything will be good, and I really am praying that it goes well.

The home routine, as I like to put it, is really complex but always the same (except for today and other officer-Johnny days). I get home from tennis practice around 3:15 and dad is already asleep, usually passed out on the couch. I make something to eat while dad continues to sleep, he likes to cover himself in this fuzzy blue blanket that has a cross on the center because he said his old father had a blanket just like it.

I go and do my homework after I eat, our refrigerator is stocked because dad eats like a monster. Then at 5:45 father gets home and slams the door, causing dad to fall right off the couch. Everyday, no joke.

Then comes creaming, yelling, fighting, punching and once again dad cries, causing father to look guilty and then comes the making-out which I DO NOT want to see. So I am usually in my room until 6:45 which is when another fight arouses about dinner.

Father loves Soba, it is literally all he would eat if he could. Dad doesn't mind, but he would rather have something sweet.

So usually father cooks Soba and something for dad, and I just eat whatever because it all tastes amazing.

We all watch Tv in the living room until 9:00 because that's when my parents start the cuddling and it just escalates from there. I go back to my room and do whatever, and try to ignore the sounds from the rest of the house (loud music helps).

So yeah, I better set some ground rules for tomorrow though.


This morning I woke up a little earlier, and sat my parents down.

"Look. Neah is coming over with me, at about 3:30. He is spending the night. You will behave, not fight, and leave all the family daily arguments until tomorrow after he leaves. Dad, you will not wear the cat ears and father, you will put your sword under the bed and leave it there." My father sneered and dad looked sad, but they nodded and I safely left the house.

When I got to my locker, right next to me, Neah was shoving a large bag into his locker (which refused to close). I smiled and he waved, before pushing against the black fabric some more.

"So." He said, as he finally locked the bulging locker. "I am coming home with you." I nodded and he shot me a grin. "Cool."

Tennis practice was ending a bit early, as one of the guys accidently knocked couch out with a ball to the head. We stopped at the burger place on the way home, and surprisingly, Neah ate about as much as my dad might have.

When I walked in the door, though, it seemed that both my parents had forgotten about our agreement, as well as forgotten about all their morals.

The first thing I noticed was flour everywhere. The second thing I noticed were screams coming from the center room. I rushed in their as the shouts became louder and louder, wincing at the high pitched resounding screaming.

There in the middle of the room, torn newspapers thrown from high to low, was my dad screaming at Father. And when I say screaming, I mean screaming. Never before had I heard my dad this mad, this upset.

His fists were clenched, and one hand, quicker than I could see, raised and smacked my father across the face. "Get the hell out!" came the shout, as the below six foot man shoved his opposite, stone faced as he glared right back.

"Fuck you." Came the reply. Then he turned, and left, his stomps echoing across the wood floor, my dad just watching him walk away.

"Father!" I yelled and he turned, his face its usual stoic mask. He nodded at me and then slammed the back door, my dad collapsing on the couch, a weary expression on his face.

"Dad?" I asked hesitantly and he looked up at me.

"it's nothing." He said flatly. "Absolutely nothing." Allen, dad, stood and looked at Neah, who stood in the kitchen doorway with slightly narrowed eyes.

That's when I realized that maybe; I didn't know my parents, at all. My dad, the man who had never raised and finger to me and who had never been the harsh, mean, rude person glared at my best friend.

"I don't want a Noah in my house." He said, his mouth set in stone. I knew he wasn't talking to me, as Neah smirked and looked at me.

"That isn't your choice." He stated and then looked at me, his eyes gold and piercing into my head. Like a blinding explosion of color.

I was in my room, and Neah was sitting in my chair. I jumped up and pointed at him.

"You! What happened, what…" I drifted off, trying to clear my fuzzy mind. Neah looked back at me, and I shook my head, something resting on the corner of my mind. "Uh, sorry…. I don't know what just happened."

Neah stood and put a hand on my forehead, and tilted his head to one side. "Uh, are you okay? We got to your house, I said hello to your parents and then we came into your room." He pointed at my Tv, which was on and the volume up. "then we watched TV."

I tilted my head to the side. "Uh, Neah where's my dad?" Neah pointed to the door and I rushed out, seeing my father and dad sitting on the couch, a wide smile on Allen's pale pink lips and their hands grasped firmly.

I looked at him, and smiled. The fuzziness was already gone. "Yeah, sorry, I guess I must have bumped my head during tennis or something, probably lack of sleep."

Neah smiled and laughed. "Almana, maybe you're just mental." I looked at him again and then looked down at my hands. I still felt like something…. was missing. But my head was finally clear and I glanced back at him.

"Hey, you want to go into the living room? We could play the X-Box or something."


I was on the floor by one in the morning, Neah taking the bed, and he looked down at me. My eyes closed and I drifted off to sleep.

Neah stood up and looked through the open door, into the living room which was now vacant., lights off.

"I promised I would make this time better." He said softly. "It's finally your chance to live, Allen Walker. Don't make me fix you too much." He turned and got back into the bed, his eyes closing gently. "It's time we all had a second chance."

I felt it was time Neah was the good guy :)

Hope you enjoyed this, sorry it took so long ;_;