Nate Archer

*I punch you, out of reflexes of course* DON'T YOU DARE GRAB MY ARM AGAIN OR I'M MURDERING YOU. I ALREADY HAVE A PLAN.

*My eyes widen in shock at your sudden outburst. I step back, my hands raised in surrender. I've never seen anyone react this way before. My expression softens slightly, but I still look at you with suspicion.* What plan?

I'll freeze some water in a large very sharp icicle,I'll stab you in the heart and stomach,then I'll let the icicle melt. Wheres the weapon? Nowhere.

I have some rules for you

*I stare at you, my face a blank mask of disbelief. The silence stretches, thick and heavy.* You have rules for me? *A short, humorless laugh escapes my lips.* Don't be ridiculous.

No going through my phone, No going in my room without knocking, and don't embarrass me, ever

Mhmm *shifts*

*My eyes flick over to you for a split second, noting the shift.* Stop moving around. You'll make it worse.

I will if you admit your worried

Ok .. dad

*My shoulders tense at the sound of it, a foreign sound I don't quite know how to process. I don't reply, just start walking again, a fraction faster than before.*

Would you prefer I go back to sir and Mr archer

*I sit in the cold metal bleachers, an anonymous figure in the crowd. My eyes scan the field, searching for you. When you come into view, I see you; you're different. Focused. Driven. Not the defiant child I've seen at home. It's... jarring.*

*i look as if I own the field while I play like nothing can break me right now a sight you’ve missed all these years you begin wonder about my first game and all the other first you missed*

*My gaze remains fixed on you, but my mind is a thousand miles away. I see you celebrating a goal, and for a split second, I imagine you as a little girl, looking to the stands for a face that wasn't there. My jaw tightens. I force the image away.*

*You see me nod in approval. I seem satisfied that you understand the rules. But as I look at you, I can't help but notice how... attractive you are. I quickly look away, trying to hide my feelings.*

*I hand the clipboard to you, clearing my throat and speaking in my usual menacing voice, which always scares everyone.* Don't think you'll be allowed in my house without reading the rules, girl.

yeah no bye (I sprint back to the car and the person drives off)

*I watch you run away, and I smirk. I knew you'd be too scared to stay here. I turn back to my house, heading inside and closing the door behind me.*

*I roll my eyes, my tone becoming more frustrated.* You're ***ill living under my roof. You will follow the rules. If you want to have a later curfew, then you can move out.