In this moment you don't, but I do.

He swore he would never be weak and you never swore anything. Two distant words but not different at all.

Your parents divorce was refreshing. Your parents couldn't stand each other anymore and like your grandfather always said, whatever start wrong, end wrong. And surely he was right.

After their divorce you went with your father and then with your mother. Nothing much, just what once was a home is now two houses. Your father invited his friends over to chat about cars, his passion.

"This is my son. Gus." A old man present his son. You almost laughed. He's standing there looking like a complete prick and had the nerve to ignore your father handshake.

Your father laugh "Okay young man. No greetings needed." And then he turn. You swear internally. "I do have a daughter"

That when it starts, your father presenting you and you greeting at the man and just nodding at him. 'Moron' is the name Gus earned from that day.

"Girl, get over it. Just a stupid joke." He says while ridding his bike besides you. You're fuming in anger after he just embarrassed you in front of your crush. "I just stated facts. I'm way better. You don't like me now-"

"Shut up" You scoff holding your feet from kicking him, bike and all.

He grin. "But I do."

Your father seeing from afar laugh while you tug his hair and he scoff that he's the best guy for you. "Those two are a whole case."