《Rowan: Queen of Chav's》You're my superman (Twenty-four)
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Rowan PoV
Once I had got home and deuniformed myself, I felt so fucking old, because I was the mother figure of my friends apparently, even though I'm the second youngest in the friend group, (the youngest of us being Bee), and I was irresponsible as fuck back then, (lol I still am but I have matured a little bit since then).
I was home alone for a while, until Dad came home from work, then he sat on the couch beside me, because he loves me.
"Hey Baby, (kisses forehead), are you feeling ok?"
"No, I feel fucking old"
"Well if you're fucking old Kiddiewink, then I'm fucked"
"No Dad, don't be ridiculous, you're not old even if you sometimes sound like you are, it has nothing to do with how old I actually am, you git"
"Then why do you feel old Sweetheart?"
"I got called Mum as a serious notion by my friends"
"(Snorts)"
Dad laughing at what I had said didn't help my mood, nor did it comfort me when I needed comfort, so I crossed my arms in protest.
"You're not helping me here Dad!"
"Wait, you're not joking about this?"
"Why the fuck would I be joking around about this Dad?, I'm not you, like I'm literally like the least responsible person I fucking know-"
"You can say that again"
"Oh piss off Dad, but anyway, apparently I'm! the mature one of my friends, so much so that I'm the Mum friend of my friend group!"
"Well shit"
"Wow, great vocabulary there, Shakespeare would be quaking in his fucking boots if he were alive today Dad"
"Hardy, har, har, real cleaver, look Bambina, I don't know how to fix the fact you feel old, because I have never been in that position myself-"
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"You lucky Bastard"
"Could you let finish the sentence please smart arse?"
"Yeah sure, go ahead then old man"
"Thank you regardless of that old man comment, but anyway it must mean that you are very special to your friends"
Goddamn it, my Dad was just too good at being right, (mind blown), (wait, actually not really but hey presto).
"Fuck you and your ability to be right about things most of the time, sometimes I actually hate how right you are, and you say you're not Superman"
"Because I'm not fucking Superman Kiddo-"
"Look I know that you're not actually Superman, because I actually have a brain inside my head and I'm not a little kid anymore, but you're my Superman"
"I can't bloody argue with that"
"I know you can't Dad, I know"
"You little shit"
"You love me really"
"That I do Baby, that I do, even if you pout from time to time"
So I went and made myself a cup of tea, as one does when they fancy a cup, when I finished making the cups of tea, I brought Dad over his cup, because I'm nice like that, ya know.
"Here you go Dad"
"Thank you Sweetheart, you didn't have to make me a cup of tea"
"I didn't make you it because I had to, I made it because I wanted to Dad"
"You're a good girl Ro"
"I'm really not though Dad"
"Why's that Sweetheart?"
"Dad I had a fucking threesome in the girls bathroom on the 3rd floor-"
"(Snorts), Darling if that's the worst you've done in your life then you're not a bad kid"
"Ok Dad, I believe you Dad"
I then rolled my eyes at what had said before I replied to him, because I was a wee teenager then and I didn't know any better.
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"I'm serious, (kisses cheek), I should know about what qualifies as a bad kid, because I was one before you were born-"
"No you weren't-"
"I was a bad kid though-"
"Well no, you were just acting out because you were forced to go back and live with your Mum, I wouldn't ever wish that on my worst fucking enemy"
"(Snorts), I've never thought of it that way"
"Of course you haven't"
So then we just sat there, enjoying our cups of tea, as you do when you have a cup of tea, because it's a nice and chill thing to do.
"You know Sweetheart, I think sometimes that you overthink things-"
"Like you can fucking talk there Dad"
"I never said that I could talk Babes, but I worry that you might eventually worry more than I do-"
"You do realise that you worry like 24/7"
"Yeah I know that I do but I worry that you are getting as worried as I am at a younger age than I was"
"I guess that would be worrisome for a parent"
"I'm glad that you realise that"
"(Snorts), piss off you old git"
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