dad

You opened the door angrily only to find the grimacing face of your father. _[Oh god] "_I heard you and your mother had a disagreement." he said pushing passed you into your room. He seemed to be studying it.

"I..uh yeah." you finally admit. Obviously he already knew.

"Listen." he patted the bed as he sat in your computer/gaming chair. "I want you to know this isn't because you're...because you have a boyfriend." Your father seemed unprepared for this conversation as you sat on your bed. He breathed a deep sigh, "Look, we don't mind if you're together, but we have rules that we expect you and your sister to follow and one day your brother. No make out sessions in the living room is number one." Your face must have lit up red as a christmas light.

"I'm sorry."

He sighed again, "I know what high school is like and I know it's ridiculous to expect you not to go to parties but I don't want you drinking. You could get seriously hurt. The only reason your as-you're not grounded is because you showed great restraint in having tom driving you home." You nod, not wanting to let your dad know you tried to drive home yourself.

Once again he sighed, "Finally." The silence stretched for eternity "Boys, well you have to watch out for them. They're likely to say anything to convince you to uh..to get in your pants."

"Dad!"

"Look I just want you to be mindful."

"Tom's not like that." you hide your face in your pillow "I am not having this conversation with you!" you yell into the pillow.

"Would you be more comfortable with your mother?"

"No!"

You peak from behind your pillow and watch your dad stand up to leave, as embarrassed as you were you appreciated that he cared. "Dad?" he stopped at the door and turned to face you "Thanks." He smiled and left your room.