Prodigal

~15~

“So you’re dating Gabbi now?” Dad asked me that night when we were eating dinner.

“Yeah it just kinda happened.” I said. “We were in the pool, just hanging like normal, but then before I knew it we were just making out.”

“Okay.” Dad said skeptically. “And you…actually liked it?”

I tried to sound as genuine and convincing as possible, but felt like I wasn’t. “Yeah! I can’t wait to have sex with her.”

Dad squinted his eyes at me I regretted saying that because he probably knows it’s a lie and it made this really awkward.

“Uh-huh.” He said, like he was about to call my BS.

“I think you were right.” I said. “It was just a little phase, like my underdeveloped voice was screaming out.”

That made no sense.

“Alright.” Dad said. “Now just remember, before you do anything, you need to be safe and understand,”

“Dad I really don’t need the sex talk.” I said back.

“It’s as uncomfortable for me as it is for you.” He said.

“Condoms. They’re great. I’ll use them. I promise. Could you hook me up with some of those?” I’m surprised Dad didn’t see right through that because I was using phrases I had never used before.

Not that I would ever actually have to use them.

“Emmett, are you just saying all this?”

“No.” I said back, trying to sound honest but mostly scared he wouldn't believe me. “If you don’t believe me, you can call Gabbi and ask her yourself.”

Notes

Only 25 days until Christmas wooooo