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Name: Father's Day
Author: KyleKamei
Rating: G
Genre: General
Chapters: 1
Words: 998
Published: 7/2/03
Updated: 7/2/03
Complete: Yes
Description: A quote inspired this story, "Teenager have a hole in their heart in the shape of their dad." Slash and their dad find that the hole may not be as big, or unfixable as they thought.
Disclaimer (By Author): I don't own Slash in the least, though his dad is mine. I am not making money off this fic, it is for my own enjoyment and I'm sharing it with others because I did pass kindergarten. I hope you enjoy it.
Story
Chapter 1
I stared out the window of my bedroom; waiting. It was Sunday but my dad had to work anyway. My mom had gone out with some friends of hers about an hour ago, so I was alone. The house at the moment was silent. I had my hair pulled back into a ponytail. Despite the altatude it was hot, normally it didn't go above ten degrees even in the summer, but today it was twenty.
Standing up I picked up a small box and headed down stairs. When I got to the kitchen I notices dishes sitting in the sink. Deciding I had nothing better to do, I put the box on the counter and wached the dishes by hand and put them away. Just as I was finishing up I heard the front door open. I sat down at the counter and nervously toyed with the box. My dad and I aren't close and I had a tough time finding something for him for father's day. He saw me when he came into the kitchen. He gave me a small smile and started getting himself dinner. Neither of us said anything until he was done eating. He put his dishes in the sink and came over to sit next to me. I pushed the box over to him.
"Happy father's Day." I said. He was silent for a bit.
"Thanks, you didn't have to do anything." I shrugged. He opened the box. Inside was a book on the history of Canada. I have never known much about my dad, but I did know he liked history. He was silent, he picked the book up, flipped it over and a through it. Finally he turned to me.
"Where did you find this book?" I looked back and blinked.
"I ordered it in at the book store. I get a discount because I order so many." He looked back at the book and shook his head.
"I have been looking for this book for five years." I was surprised. I hadn't known that.
"I guess I know how to wing it then, cause I never know what to get you." My dad looked at me.
"I know what it's like, I never know what to get you either." I raised my eyebrow at him, he'd been doing fine for the past fifteen years. "Your mom always picked the gifts out, not me." I nodded.
"I guess I'm not a typical son." I said. He shrugged.
"Maybe not, but you are a good one." I looked at him sceptically from the corner of my eye. He had never been one to give compliments to anyone, let alone to me. He sighed.
"I'm not good at this you know." I nodded my head. "I mean, sure we never go out to throw the ol' pig skin around," I wrinkled my nose, I hate football, as a matter of fact I'm afraid of footballs (which got me teasted in gym class). "But you're the only guy I know who doesn't feel guilty about showing how you feel. Not only that, I do know you really like helping other people. Now I don't know if you learned that from your mom or me, and it's probably the former. But one way or another you turned out pretty good, and I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if you managed to make a name for your self." I was silent for a while, taking in what my dad had said. He stood up and was about to leave when a finally managed to resond.
"I don't think it was all mom's doing." He stopped and looked back at me. I got up and stood in front of him. "You had a lot to do with how I turned out. After all, you're the reason I like helping people. You do it every day, even if you get paid for it, you don't have to do it." I shrug. "Besides you're the one who tought me to face up to my mistakes and take it like a man. And if you hadn't taught me that I probably would have run for the hills when Kyle was born." He was silent for a second. I looked down at my feet. Suddenly he pulled me into a hug. It took me a second to respond, but I hugged him back. When we pulled back there was some unease in the air.
"Um, Linda wants me to head over there. She said Kyle has something for me. So I'll see you later." He nodded.
"Sure, maybe we can do something next week." I nod.
"Ok, I can show you how to order a book." I smile at him. He rolled his eyes and mussed my hair as I moved past him.
As I walked to Linda's house I went over the conversation in my head. As I reached her front door I realized one more thing my dad had taught me. He had shown me that even though it's never to late to make amends with someone, the longer you wait the harder it becomes. I made a promise right then, as I was waiting for Linda to answer the door that I would never let my own son slip away from me. And with that in mind I gave him a big hug when he greeted me.
Name: Father's Day
Author: KyleKamei
Rating: G
Genre: General
Chapters: 1
Words: 998
Published: 7/2/03
Updated: 7/2/03
Complete: Yes
Description: A quote inspired this story, "Teenager have a hole in their heart in the shape of their dad." Slash and their dad find that the hole may not be as big, or unfixable as they thought.
Disclaimer (By Author): I don't own Slash in the least, though his dad is mine. I am not making money off this fic, it is for my own enjoyment and I'm sharing it with others because I did pass kindergarten. I hope you enjoy it.
Story
Chapter 1
I stared out the window of my bedroom; waiting. It was Sunday but my dad had to work anyway. My mom had gone out with some friends of hers about an hour ago, so I was alone. The house at the moment was silent. I had my hair pulled back into a ponytail. Despite the altatude it was hot, normally it didn't go above ten degrees even in the summer, but today it was twenty.
Standing up I picked up a small box and headed down stairs. When I got to the kitchen I notices dishes sitting in the sink. Deciding I had nothing better to do, I put the box on the counter and wached the dishes by hand and put them away. Just as I was finishing up I heard the front door open. I sat down at the counter and nervously toyed with the box. My dad and I aren't close and I had a tough time finding something for him for father's day. He saw me when he came into the kitchen. He gave me a small smile and started getting himself dinner. Neither of us said anything until he was done eating. He put his dishes in the sink and came over to sit next to me. I pushed the box over to him.
"Happy father's Day." I said. He was silent for a bit.
"Thanks, you didn't have to do anything." I shrugged. He opened the box. Inside was a book on the history of Canada. I have never known much about my dad, but I did know he liked history. He was silent, he picked the book up, flipped it over and a through it. Finally he turned to me.
"Where did you find this book?" I looked back and blinked.
"I ordered it in at the book store. I get a discount because I order so many." He looked back at the book and shook his head.
"I have been looking for this book for five years." I was surprised. I hadn't known that.
"I guess I know how to wing it then, cause I never know what to get you." My dad looked at me.
"I know what it's like, I never know what to get you either." I raised my eyebrow at him, he'd been doing fine for the past fifteen years. "Your mom always picked the gifts out, not me." I nodded.
"I guess I'm not a typical son." I said. He shrugged.
"Maybe not, but you are a good one." I looked at him sceptically from the corner of my eye. He had never been one to give compliments to anyone, let alone to me. He sighed.
"I'm not good at this you know." I nodded my head. "I mean, sure we never go out to throw the ol' pig skin around," I wrinkled my nose, I hate football, as a matter of fact I'm afraid of footballs (which got me teasted in gym class). "But you're the only guy I know who doesn't feel guilty about showing how you feel. Not only that, I do know you really like helping other people. Now I don't know if you learned that from your mom or me, and it's probably the former. But one way or another you turned out pretty good, and I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if you managed to make a name for your self." I was silent for a while, taking in what my dad had said. He stood up and was about to leave when a finally managed to resond.
"I don't think it was all mom's doing." He stopped and looked back at me. I got up and stood in front of him. "You had a lot to do with how I turned out. After all, you're the reason I like helping people. You do it every day, even if you get paid for it, you don't have to do it." I shrug. "Besides you're the one who tought me to face up to my mistakes and take it like a man. And if you hadn't taught me that I probably would have run for the hills when Kyle was born." He was silent for a second. I looked down at my feet. Suddenly he pulled me into a hug. It took me a second to respond, but I hugged him back. When we pulled back there was some unease in the air.
"Um, Linda wants me to head over there. She said Kyle has something for me. So I'll see you later." He nodded.
"Sure, maybe we can do something next week." I nod.
"Ok, I can show you how to order a book." I smile at him. He rolled his eyes and mussed my hair as I moved past him.
As I walked to Linda's house I went over the conversation in my head. As I reached her front door I realized one more thing my dad had taught me. He had shown me that even though it's never to late to make amends with someone, the longer you wait the harder it becomes. I made a promise right then, as I was waiting for Linda to answer the door that I would never let my own son slip away from me. And with that in mind I gave him a big hug when he greeted me.
