Thread: New Kid [Amigar & Fox Writer]

John would have shook his head a little bit at Anna's assumption. Either that or he hasn't had a better example to follow. Or maybe he thinks acting like his dad is what his dad wants from him. Who knows? He would shrug his own shoulders in response, then blink at the mention of Nathan hurting one of his own 'friends' that bad. Oh, god...that's pretty bad. And that was the worst he got for it? Guess I got off pretty easy comparatively.. He shuddered a bit before looking off into the distance. Well, guess I'll just stick with my normal strategy of not trying to piss him off. Seems to have worked so far. Thanks for the heads up, Anna. John would eye Nathan as he says he isn't worth it, and shake his head a bit. My mom says that everyone is worth the effort, if there's a part of them that's good. And I've heard you didn't always act like your dad. He would nod at Nahtan's question, frowning a little. Yeah...when he'd have a bad day, or just think he was going to have a bad day, he'd call me a freak, and some worse things. Say he'd wished he'd worn a condom the night I was conceived. Things along those lines.. He would shrug one of his shoulders a little, like shrugging off a coat. Well...if the weekends tend to be worse, you could always come over here if you really need someplace to get away from him.. He would glance to Nathan's face. I have no reason to want him over here. Even for a minute. He would take the moistened wash cloth and start dabbing at the blood under Nathan's nose and cleaning up the split lip gently without trying to agitate the injury any more. He laughed quietly, following Nathan's gaze to his nails and briefly closing his hands and pulling away to hide them, before pausing and shrugging again before going back to cleaning Nathan up. No....I'm not gay...I'm bisexual, just like mom said dad was in college. He couldn't care less about that. It was just...how I am other than that, that he had issues with.. He bit his lip lightly, meeting Nathan's gaze and letting out a soft sigh. Yeah, disappointed would be a good word for it. He expected one thing when I was born, and what he got didn't match up to what he was wanting. He would blink at the bit about his parents wanting a girl and would sit back in his chair a bit, resting his hands in his lap and twisting the wash cloth a bit. A girl, huh...? As for smart, well, you're smart enough to be able to avoid him, and possibly more if you tried? I dunno...seemed before he got involved you had a pretty good friend with Anna. That seemed pretty smart, too. John would furrow his brow when Nathan called himself a retard, and brought up his dyslexia, reaching one hand out to gently squeeze a non-bruised part of Nathan's arm. Hey, hey! Having something that is different about yourself isn't a crime. And it doesn't make you a freak, either. You might feel like it, your dad might call you one, but you're not. You're just -you-. Just like I'm just me. He would frown a bit at the wince Nathan gave to him touching the other boy's back, he'd get back to that later, after getting the point across that there was nothing wrong with Nathan. I don't think you're like your father. It just sounds like you're trying to deal with a bad situation. Not that I'm saying I appreciate how you have chosen to deal with the anger and fear...both of which are understandable.. He would motion to Nathan's arm, and his face and neck. But there is always time to change, if you want to. At least the things that are wrong with you, and I'm referring to copying your dad here, are something you can make a decision to change. Me? I'm always going to be what my dad considered a freak. And I'm not talking about the nail polish... He holds up his hands and wiggles his fingers to show off their coloring. As Nathan started to cry, John would blink once again, and carefully set down the cloth, and half-rise from his seat before moving closer to Nathan slowly, like approaching an injured dog, not wanting to scare him. If he was let to get close enough, John would slip his arms around Nathan at the shoulders, but avoid as best he can, touching the other boy's back as he gave him a gentle hug, resting his head against the side of Nathan's. Shhh, shhh....it's okay. You're safe here. No one is going to judge you here. No one is going to hurt you here. Just let it out..