My dad invited me over for a sleepover. It sounds weird, definitely, but he hasn't seen me for twenty plus years so I wouldn't blame him. He just wants to hang out with his son… for once without people at each other's throats. So I accepted it… kinda out of pity and also I've been bored lately, yeah even with the love of my life.

I packed my stuff as soon as school ended and I was able to get to my dorm and said goodbye to Ezekiel and kissed him quickly.

I brought the prized belongings of the best stuffed rabbit along with my Ezekiel body pillow… just in case. Along with some alcohol, to break the tension.

I road in the car for a while before finally getting to the place. I knocked on the door and Lucas- I mean my dad- let me in. He looked fancier than before, well this time he was expecting someone special I guess. Well, I am his son and all. He led me to the kitchen, it was nice… roomy. I looked at him for a second before starting to grab my alcohol from my bag, but he saw what I was doing and stopped me in my tracks.

“You really wanna lighten the mood? Then get the hard stuff, man I do it whenever I had to talk with Barb- I mean your mom… haha… this is awkward,” he took the bottle from my hand and set it down. This is a robbery I want my wine back. And instead handed me a bottle of whiskey, who knew it came in bottles, I sure didn't.

I drank it slowly because of the rule of not drinking too much but Lucas had other plans. He drank it at a medium speed, duh. We had a nice boring conversation about my life story that just about everyone knows by now until about nine. By then Lucas was tipsy and I was meh so we decided to go to bed early.

He barely led me to the bedroom correctly, I had to tell him where he was leading me to was the bathroom… twice. After that confusion I finally got to a bed. He said since Barb died he didn't have anyone to sleep with and was lonely and of course my partially drunk self gave in.

We laid together, not romantically you gross incest people, and I tried to get to sleep. And then there was a tap… of course there was a fucking tap I can’t have a normal life even if I asked.

“A-Alex…” I heard Lucas whisper from behind me. I groaned and turned to face him, and that’s where my mistake began. “Alex… I wanted to tell you something… I forgot though…” we exchanged looks and pretty much had a staring contest until Lucas finally found out what he even called me for.

“Sorry… I meant to tell you… that I-I like you a lot…” he mumbled, “and… um... “ then I yet again waited another minute, “that… if you wanted to have a lover-”

“Ahahaaaa… sorry, I already in a relationship and you’re kinda my dadddd…” wHAT THE FUCKING FUCK ABORT MISSION, ABORT ME FOR FUCKS SAKE JUST SLIT MY THROAT THIS IS DISGUSTING, INCEST IS NOT OKAY EVER.

He looked down, looking disappointed, “o-okay, I understand that… b-but if it’s just because you don’t wanna break some societal rules…” he grabbed my arm aaaaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaaaa kiLL MEEEEE, “we could always make an exception…” he ran his fingers up and down my arm, I’m disgusted, I’m pretty sure Ezekiel would be disgusted too and not just because he’s my boyfriend.

“Ssssssorry but noooooo,” I got his arm off of my arm and turned back around, hoping his drunk ass’d forget what was happening and go to bed. Too bad that’s not what happened.

hE STARTED HUMPING/GRINDING ME I DON’T KNOW THE REAL DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THESE WORdS DON’T SUE ME AAAAAAA GET HIM OFF, SO I PUSHED HIM, “FUCK OFF,” I screamed in the most monotone tone ever like what the fuck.

He stopped and looked at me, tilting his head, “w-why don’t you like it, babyyyyy…” he stared at me like he’s looking at his lover or something and drooling all over that nice lookin’ pillow ewwwwwieeeee.

“B-BECCCAUSE YOU’RE MY DAD,” I yelled in response to his question.

“Y-yeah…” he groaned, “I-I’m your daddyyy, heehheeeee…”

YOU DISGUST ME,” I yelled as I hit him in the hit with a pillow. He isn’t trying to shoot me so he doesn’t deserve the death penalty.

“W-what…? I don’t understand… I-I’m your father…” he whimpered, fuck you’re making me feel bad shiiiitttttt.

I sighed, “Lucas… just get to bed, please. You’re drunk and you’re gonna regret this all in the morning…”

He pouted, “fine… but you’re gonna have ‘ta let me hug you…”

“Okay fine, but once you’re not drunk I’m gonna force you off of me,” I finally said before Lucas finally started to fall asleep, hugging me from the back as I hugged my stuffed rabbit. I think this weird phenomenon is called spooning but I could be wrong. I think it’s a romantic thing but I’ll allow it since it’s better than dealing with all that face. Ew.

I waited and waited, for about a few hours, but I couldn’t sleep. Ugh, I hate me sometimes. Ever since I was like, not at the orphanage, that I barely slept at all at, I’ve had S L E E P I N G P R O B L E M S. Of course that’s what happens when your force a kid in a horrible place where it’s hard to sleep. They no longer know how to, “sleep,” without working their brains out first. Which is kinda sucky for me because well, I wORK MYSELF A LOT. HECK. Well most of the time I’m lazy butttt, eh no one cares. It’s weird how I fall asleep to boring stuff but not to like, nothing. That could deal with in the orphanage I didn’t really have much to do butttttt ehhhhhh I don’t care. The point is I have meds for this and they’re in my bag that’s on the other side of the room and I have Lucas stuck to me.

I groaned, slowly getting unstuck from Lucas’ arms as I creeped over to my small bag, where I quickly took the pill bottle and dashed back to the bed. I sat down on the bed, inhaling a few pills before finally being able to fall asleep.

I have awoken, great… I grumbled stupid shit to myself as I realized I didn’t have a hangover for once and felt a little bit happier. I looked over at the unconscious Lucas sleeping next to me. Damn, I’ve never seen him with his hair down before. I pet his head, shush your faces I just like to feel hair like everyone else I swear to God I’m not strange I swear. It’s very straight, unlike him, obviously. I like it, it’s silky smooth.

I think he noticed me touching him because he woke up, blushing quite a lot, “w-what are you doing!?” he jolted up and probably felt the horrible sensation of a hangover, unlike meeeeeee.

“I’m feeling your hair, it’s silky…” I mumbled.

“W-why would you-” he pushed up his hair like it would just go back up in its position when he simply pushed it up but it didn’t work, “s-sorry… I’m just not used to things like that…”

“It’s fine, by the way I never wanna see you drunk again,” I stated.

“W-what happened!? Did I swear or something!?” he started getting all worried even though what he did was worse than swearing, fUCK.

“You tried to romance me even though I’m obviously your son,” I stated blandly, “it was gross.”

He blushed deeply and bit his lip, “I-I’m so sorry!” he held my face in his hands, “I-I didn’t mean to let that out- I-” he let go of me and fidgeted with his hands, “I know it’s wrong… but I just… sorry…”

I sighed, “it’s fine, you can’t control how ya feel and stuff like that. But I’m not interested, so I would kindly ask for you to fuck off, to someone else and not me.”

“Yeah, I get it… I’m just… I don’t know... “

“Oh, also I just thought of something,” I interrupted.

He looked up at me, “what’s the something?” he asked needingly.

“Hey, so my friend, well my friend’s boyfriend that sucks a whole ton, found a pic in this room that he wasn’t supposed to go in and I said it looked like you. Do ya know why that is?”

“Well it could either be a weird stalker or-”

“I forgot to say, his last name is Lane, fuck, I’m stupid.”

“And it’s the or, shit,” he muttered to himself even though I herd mate.

“So, what’s the or?” I asked.

He groaned, “ugh, I thought he was over me by now…”

“Please stop being so vague oh my God just answer my question and stop not giving the author enough to be able to let me do rambles oh my God.”

“What.”

“aNSWER MY FUCKING QUESTION MATE.”

He laughed awkwardly, “okay… so your friend’s… father?”

“His name is Ashton.”

“Ashton’s father… we used to date butttt that was a longggg time ago, like high school. We were fine until he started getting really clingy and I couldn’t take it so I just got in a relationship with Barb to make him not go out with me and think that it was because of him even though it obviously was.”

“Well shit, ironically Ashton’s boyfriend’s now the clingy one.”

“Really? That’s stupid weird. By the way we’re supposed to segment into Shawn somewhere so his last name’s Hartman did ya know a Hartman if so were they sucky.”

“Hartman…? Oh yeah I did. This guy named Nikolay… we were penpals on some stupid, old website before he disappeared after about two years. He said he was learning English for his trip to America to see his wife’s sisters.”

“Damn that could’ve been Shawn’s dad. Uh, do ya know where they’re from? Cuz Shawn’s pretty Russian, or that’s what I’ve been told. I thought he was speaking witchery.”

“Yeah, I think. Sometimes he’d ask me what words meant in English and whenever I translated it with 1990’s Google translate it came up as it was Russian.”

“Oh by the way when he, “disappeared,” he actually died. In a car accident. With his wife. Shawn was in the orphanage with me. He was creepy, he stared at me while I was trying to sleep.”

“Oh um... “ he did an awkward as I decided to get out of bed for once.

“I’m gonna goooo, get breakfast from a place that isn’t here bye-”

“Wait! I mean- you know what never mind. It’s not all that important.”

“Spill the beans.”

“I was just gonna tell you that you can get stuff from here,” he stated awkwardly, “I have chefs and stuff…”

“Yeah nah no thanks I like my horrible crummy life byeeeeeeeee,” and then I left the end of the story sorry it sucked a lot.