lol personally i love Gavin's/ Mr. Gavin's fuckwittery his lines had my guts bursting. especially him arguing with himself lol classic
i so need to work on that. i hit a road block on him.
Chapter--GAVIN
“Dad, I need your help!” I called out for the second time. I hate ties. I can never figure out how to get the top part longer than the bottom. It took a week, but eventually Jaxon gave in and agreed to go to this stupid holiday dance with me. I just want to show her off. The lights will be low, the will be horrible music, a shitty deejay, lots of men ogling her. Sounds like the perfect date night.
I struggle with my tie while heading down the hall, “Dad, I can’t get this goddamn thing to work.” Fuck it, I will go without one. I looked up, dad was sitting on the couch, the phone in his hand, his face was unreadable. “Dad, what’s wrong?” instantly my mind scrambled, fantasying about every possible scenario, and a lot of impossible ones. Did Jaxon get hurt? Did someone die? Oh my god, did Jaxon die? I can’t handle that right now. “Dad?” I choked.
“Your mom wasn’t feeling very well,” he said quietly, “The doctors ran some tests.”
I slumped down on the couch next to him. “Is she?”
He looked over at me, “She isn’t in pain. They are going to run some more tests to see what stage it is in. Most likely it is terminal; they didn’t catch it in time. I’m sorry, Gavin.”
“How long?” I whispered.
“They don’t know, anywhere between six months and thirty-six months. They have to run some more tests so it could vary.”
All I could do was nod that I heard him. This sucks. My mom is going to die. I mean, she is old, forty-five is old right? All of the memories that I can remember, good and bad, that stood out in my head flooded me. Going to the grocery store as a kid with a pair of Spiderman underwear on my head, my mom proudly holding my hand while everyone we passed whispered, giggled and pointed. When she let me get on the intercom at Wal-Mart and announce, “Attention K-Mart shoppers!” and kept security away so I could make a run for it. Feeding the ducks and swans bread at Manito Park, it wasn’t that special, that is until the swan started chasing people, we sat back and laughed hysterically.
By the time Jaxon showed up, I was more than an hour late to pick her up, she was frantic thinking something happened to me, and I was curled in the fetal position on the couch. Jaxon sat down next to me, “Sweetie, are you alright?” she whispered coaxing my head to her lap.
Immediately I started crying like a bitch. “My mom is dying,” I choked out between sobs. Little Gavin, as Jaxon calls him, was in hysterical bitch mode. I don’t how long I laid there in her lap, her fingers playing in my hair, but eventually I started to nod out. Incoherently I rambled, I’m sure that she didn’t understand most of what I said because I was crying, telling her every memory I could remember. Eventually I was dead inside and out, laying there staring at the wall like I used to do when they’d take mom away for a stint at the hospital.
Merry fucking Christmas to me.
“Can I get you something?” dad asked from the entryway.
“Is he going to be okay?” Jaxon whispered.
He sat on the floor across from her and looked at me but I could only vaguely make out his face. “I don’t know. Gavin is a momma’s boy if you hadn’t noticed. Karen, his mother, was the only person that could ever connect with him, until he met you. You’ve been a very good influence on him.” Oh god. He isn’t going to start this shit is he? Wake up, Little Gavin, and throw something at him!
Jaxon shrugged, “I guess. Gavin is an interesting kid but nothing that would warrant an electronic ankle bracelet.”
Dad laughed, “He told you about that did he?”
“Yeah,” she laughed. “You have to admit, Gavin is a pretty interesting kid. Bringing Wine Coolers to school for his fifth grade D.A.R.E. graduation was ingenuous.”