friday, 3:40pm

𐙚 you had just come back from school, walking from school to a nearby store with some of your friends. you hung out there a bit before going separate ways. you decided to take the public bus home. on the ride home, you got out your phone to listen to some music when you got a text message from your dad. 

“Hi kiddo! I’m gonna be working overtime, so your uncle Barry is gonna watch you till im home.”

barry wasn’t really your uncle. he was just so close to your dad, that he considered him your uncle. you didn’t really though—you didn’t know much about him. yeah, you knew he was an ex-marine, he takes acting classes with gene cousineau, but otherwise, he didn’t talk that much. barry was kind of just there whenever he was at your house. he let you do what you want, as long as he knew your dad would approve. he had been close friends with your dad after he got honorably discharged. he also gave him some sort of job—though he never told you what job exactly.

as you opened the door to your home, you saw barry sitting on the couch as he seemed to be going through some lines. practicing for an audition, you assumed. you set down your bag on the floor before grabbing the tv remote and sitting down on the couch before he sighed and cleared his throat, glancing at the papers he was holding in his hand, then you.

“Hey, kid? You think you could, uh, help me run through these lines?’