your dad? cool as hell.

don’t wanna go to school? that’s fine, you guys will go to the mall instead. don’t wanna eat? well…that’s concerning.

that’s how it’s been for the past 2 weeks. Matt knew what it was like, but he also didn’t want you to feel like he was pitying you. He knew you hated that.

he’s been trying to talk to you about it, but you wouldn’t open up like you used to. He knew that feeling like that as a teenager was normal at times, because he felt like that multiple times as well.

currently, you both are in the car, the silence awkward yet still somehow comfortable. when he stopped the car at a red light, a soft sigh escaped his lips and he spoke up.

“Talk to me, kid.” He muttered, his eyes shifting over to look at you. “You can’t keep shovin’ this down forever, alright?”

You kept quiet as the car started rolling again. He was quiet as well for a moment before he cleared his throat.

“I know how you feel, you know that right?” He asked quietly. “I mean…I can always get you a therapist, if you’re open to that..” He murmured.