[ WP ] Son , what are you doing ?

`` Son, what are you doing?'' 
 `` I-ah... Just some school. Math homework.'' He tried to turn his back, but his swivel chair stuck.'' 
 `` Really? Looks to me like that's cursive writing.'' Dad looked at his flushed face, the multiple attempts to write out the same sentence on his desk, each one neater than the last. Ah, young love. 
 Dad moved into the room and closed the door. He sat on the bed. `` No worries, bud, you do n't need to lie. Who is she?'' 
 His face had been flushed- now it was vampirically pale. `` Who wha- wh- no, dad, it's just like...'' He stopped. He threw his pencil on his desk. `` How did you ask out mom, the first time?'' He said, defeated. 
 Dad laughed heartily. `` I used poetry.'' He admitted. 
 `` Yeah, see, I'm trying that, but it's not working out.'' He sounded defeated. 
 `` Words do n't have to rhyme to be beautiful. Tell me about her a little.'' 
 His eyes brightened. `` She's top of the class. A little taller than me, but I do n't mind. We had n't really talked until this year, when we took drama together. We had some fun in class, and I walked her home from school.'' 
 `` Where does she live?'' Dad asked. 
 `` Um. Cresecent Ave, South East.'' He said quietly. 
 Dad laughed again, a little too loudly. They heard Mom come up the stairs, and start to open the door. 
 `` No girls allowed!'' Dad yelled in his most petulant, immature voice. Mom got the hint. She gave a little laugh and moved along. 
 `` Bud, that is on the other freakin' end of town. That's half an hour from the school- so you walked for an hour and a half instead of taking the bus?'' 
 He blushed a little. `` Can we not focus on that part? There's this awards program the school is giving, and she's supposed to have an escort. I kind of want to be her escort.'' 
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