Date: Sat, 25 Mar 2017 09:16:40 -0500
From: Kurt King <kingkurt1339@gmail.com>
Subject: The New Life of Xander King Chapter 20

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	Meant to send this yesterday, sorry for the delay!

	In the last chapter, Xander played Monopoly with Tessa and crew the
day after his school's Winter Bash, and before Beth and Josh arrived,
Xander and Dylan had a little makeout session. The fun was interrupted
after the game ended and Xander opened up about Ben to his new friends by
Mr. Scott showing up, Xander being two hours past his curfew.

	Anyway, on with the chapter, hope you enjoy! Sorry it's shorter
than normal, had to change the restaurant scene, and that cut a decent
length from it. Sorry! The next chapter should be back to normal lengths,
though!

	Anyway, on to the chapter (for real, this time)!

~~Chapter Twenty – Agitation~~

[Xander]

	"Goodbye, Ms. Jones," I say, and she jumps, facing me with a weird
look in her eyes. "Try a baby next time. You're too clingy. Babies like
being smothered. Teenage boys do not."

	I turn around and go back inside. The divorce was finalized
earlier, and she's moving her stuff out. This was to make sure all of her
stuff was gone, and now she's leaving. It is standard to say 'goodbye' to
someone who is leaving. Adrian told me that.

	"You don't seem upset to see Linda go," Mr. Scott says.

	"I'm not," I respond. "She's too clingy. She's always trying to hug
me and do stuff with me. It's annoying. You're nice. You don't try to hug
me or ruffle my hair, and while you try to do stuff with me, it's not as
often as you used to. You know how to give space, even if you ground people
unfairly."

	"You were out past curfew," he says. "And never contacted me. Two
hours past curfew."

	"I lost track of time," I state. "I was having fun crushing their
goal of winning the game. I wasn't trying to crush their goals, however,
that is what I did. They told me to do my best to win, and so I did. They
didn't judge me or beat me for showing my superiority. And you never
attempted to contact me. My phone was on the floor in front of me the
entire time, it never said I had a message.  You overreacted."

	"I did," Mr. Scott sighs. "And I apologize for that. I acted in
haste when you didn't return home for two hours, and you hadn't contacted
me. I was afraid you'd run away again. I'll lift your grounding if we can
come to a deal."

	I take offense to him thinking that I'd run away again when things
are going okay. A slight problem won't make me run away.

	"I don't make deals very often."

	"I know," Mr. Scott says. "I'll try not to overreact on the
groundings when you break rules or stay out past curfew, or not
respond. Having a kid is new to me, just as having real friends is new to
you. I'll do my best to wait for you explanation before reacting."

	"What's my end of the deal?'

	"Keep following the rules I've set," he answers. "And when you'll
be out later than you expect, contact me to get permission first. I won't
promise that you'll always be able to stay, and if I say you can't, I don't
want you to argue."

	"I'll think about it."

	"Xander..."

	"I thought about it," I say. "I'll attempt to do that."

	"You're messing with me, aren't you?"

	"I was, sir," I say. "However, I did have to think about it for a
moment before giving you an answer. That was the result of my thinking. I
wasn't sure if I could keep the agreement or not. Saying that I'll attempt
to do that works to clear me of any wrongdoing if I don't do it, due to me
forgetting or not hearing or feeling my phone, or for a variety of other
reasons or circumstances."

	"Would you like to go get something to eat?"

	"I'm only a little hungry."

	"Let's go," he says, and we get into his car.

	He takes me to this small little restaurant that's pretty nice, and
the staff there are weird. They're kind of arrogant. And they mess up my
order a few times. I start to get annoyed, and Mr. Scott tells me to be
careful with my temper.

	Then the fucking waitress spills my water.

	"What the fuck?" I ask her, and she looks at me, astonished. "I
asked you a fucking question. What the fuck? Can't you do your fucking
job?"

	"Language, Xander," Mr. Scott says. "Keep it civil."

	"This bitch can't do her fucking job!" I exclaim. "How many fucking
times do I have to correct my order before I get what I fucking ordered?
And then she goes and spills my fucking water!"

	"I'm sorry," the woman says. "I'm diabetic, and I'm starting to get
light-headed. It was an accident-"

	"You're a fucking liar, too," I snap. "You're not a fucking
diabetic."

	"Yes, I am," she says.

	"Bitch, please," I say. "I can tell when people are lying, and you,
bitch, are. Now go fix my fucking order, and get the fucking manager,
too. Hopefully, you can't screw THAT up."

	While she takes off, Mr. Scott glares at me.

	"Watch your language," he says. "That is no way to treat her. And
calling her a liar, Xander, you can't tell when people are lying."

	"Yes, I can," I say. "It's because I don't lie. If I lie, then I'll
lose my ability to know when people are lying."

	"My favorite color is red, my grandfather started the business I'm
in, the first time I had sex was in the seventh grade, and her name is
Jenna, I absolutely dislike teriyaki, and my first pet was a pitbull, and
its name was Steven."

	"Your sex one gave a weird response," I say. "It triggered for both
'her' and 'Jenna'. You had sex with a guy whhen you were in seventh grade?
Even though you're straight?"

	"Most boys go through an experimental phase," he says. "And I was
curious about it. He was in high school, just four years older than me,
though, and-"

	"And you didn't have a pitbull," I say. "What was the animal you
named 'Steve'?"

	"A turtle," He responds. "Let me speak, don't open your mouth."

	"Hello," a man says, and I look over to find the waitress with a
man in his forties. "Karen says that you wanted to speak with a manger?"

	"I don't know what she's already told you," Mr. Scott says to him,
glaring at me when I start to speak. "But she's upset my son, and it kind
of set him off. I'd like to apologize on his behalf for how he was treating
her, though I must admit, when I learned she was faking being diabetic, I
was kind of upset, too. I was wondering if we could have another waitress?
Or perhaps a waiter? Xander tends to react better towards males, and this
one has shown herself to be incompetent a number of times. What brought my
son over the edge was her spill his glass of water, after having to send
his order back for the fourth time to fix it, and no, that's not him being
picky, that's him not receiving the burger he ordered. Two pasta dishes,
chicken nuggets, and pizza, but not a burger. He is quite upset."

[Finn]

	I arrived at Uncle Trey's house to find out that he and Xander left
some time ago to go out to eat, and that Aunt Linda moved out today, after
their divorce was finalized. Xander's going to be far more comfortable here
now.

	I'm about to leave when Uncle Trey and Xander walk in, Xander
looking grumpy and stomping his feet.

	"The fuck you want, Finn?" He asks the moment he sees me looking at
him.

	"To know why you're cussing."

	"Because I fucking cuss," he snaps at me. "Get the fuck over it."

	"Whoa there, horsey," I say. "What's wrong?"

	"Xander's in trouble for swearing," Uncle Trey answers. "And
doesn't seem to want to stop cussing."

 "He does cuss a lot," I say, and my godfather raises an eyebrow. "I'm
honestly surprised the school hasn't contacted you about it yet. Most of
what he says at school involves a swear of some form. He swears a lot when
he's agitated, and don't go too far, Xander."

	"Fuck you."

	"Please?"

	"Go fuck yourself."

	"Not big enough."

	"Fuck off."

	"I know you don't like Christmas," I say. "But can I give you a
present?"

	"No, now fuck off."

	Xander's seriously pissed.

	"I want you to meet someone."

	"Get them to fuck you."

	"He's completely loyal to his own boyfriend," I say, and that seems
to catch Xander's attention. "I've been doing some digging after noticing
something, and found that you've got family in town. I was wondering if
you'd be interested in going and meeting them."

	"I know I have family in town," Xander looks at me like I'm an
idiot. "I've known that for awhile. Matt, this famous internet star who
lives three doors down from one of my new friends, is my cousin. His older
brother is my cousin as well. Matt also has a nephew, so that boy is
related to me, but I'm not sure how."

	I was going to take Xander to meet Adam and Matt, and he already
knows they're his cousins? How long as he known? If he'd said something to
Uncle Trey, I definitely would have heard.

	Also, if he knows they're cousins, did they know when I approached
them?

	"Does Matt know you know they're cousins?"

	"Not that I'm aware," Xander replies. "He's weird."

	I don't think the two correlate, but just go with it. I'd rather
not push my luck with him while he's in this mood.

	"He's Matt," I say. "Do you want to go and meet him as cousins, not
just two people in this word seeing each other as friends or fellow
citizens or something?"

	"Want my ass in your face?"

	"Yes."

	"Because you're a freak."

	"Dammit, Xander!"

	"Well, you are," he says. "Only freaks like having asses in their
face. Bye."

	And then Xander leaves, completely ignoring me as he heads to the
annex, and I look at Uncle Trey, who just sighs.

	"What happened?"

	"He swore a bunch," Uncle Trey answers. "And I punished him for
him. Now, he's in a bad mood."

	"What did you do?"

	"That's between me and Xander," Uncle Trey says. "Xander seriously
has a couple of cousins?"

	"Yeah," I answer. "And now I'm wondering if they knew about him
already, when I talked to them."

	I try to see if Xander will answer his door, but he doesn't, so I
head home, hoping Xander's foul mood doesn't last too long.

[Xander]

	I'm in the annex a long time before I go back to the main part of
the house, this time for dinner. It's steaks and mashed potatoes, with a
salad on the side and some fruit. There's also pudding. I like pudding.

	As the staff is clearing our dishes, Mr. Scott asks if I could join
him in the living room to watch T.V. with him, and so I do. He turns on
some game at first, but I'm not interested in sports, not really, and he
eventually turns it to some kids' channel.

	I don't know why I do. I feel so comfortable with us watching
T.V. together. Probably because Ms. Jones is around. That's a weird
name. It fits her.

	I cuddle up against Mr. Scott, and he wraps an arm around me. He's
so comfortable, like a big, soft, warm, cuddly teddy bear. Not as soft and
cuddly as Trenton or the king's cape, though.

	He doesn't seem to mind me cuddling him, and I soon drift off to
sleep. He wakes me at some point, but not much. He's lifting me up, and
then he's carrying me. I feel cold for a moment, and realize that he's
taken me outside.

	For some reason, I don't think he's throwing me out, and so hug him
tighter, hoping for more warmth. Then it's warm again. We're in the
annex. He takes me up to my room and lays me on my bed, removing my shoes,
my belt, my watch, my phone, and my wallet, setting them on my nightstand,
except for my belt, which he hangs over my chair, and my shoes, which he
sets on my floor. He pulls off my socks, then tucks me in, kissing me on
the forehead.

	Done, he walks over to the door, flipping my light off.

	"Goodnight, Xander," he says softly as I drift back to sleep.

	"Goodnight, Dad."

~~END OF CHAPTER TWENTY~~

	Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it! As always, any
feedback, be it comments, questions, suggestions, etc., can be sent to me
at kingkurt1339@gmail.com – I try to respond to every email! You can
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secret project, though, that's taking up a lot of my time (though that does
take up a lot of time, I'm still working on Xander and Matt)

	Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it! Look forward to
Chapter 21!