Angry at Love - Chapter 6: Chapter 6

CASEY>>>
At the end of the day I followed him out of the school and we walked to his house.
He didn't live too far so it was a short walk, but it was quiet. We walked side by side, me almost walking on the grass so as to not be too close.
After a while, he turned up a driveway to a small bungalow and I followed. He was starting up the stairs to what I thought was his bedroom, when a stout man with a slight beer belly came around the corner.
"Hey kid, introduce your friend."
Miles sighed, but waved his hand around as he said, "Fisher, thats . . ." he paused, then squinted at me. "What's your name again?"
I scoffed at the fact that he forgot and said, "Casey."
He nodded, "right. Fisher, that's Casey. Casey, that's Fisher. Now come on."
He started up the stairs once more and as we were walking, the man called from the bottom, "glad you're making friends, kid."
Casey didn't react and just kept walking
At the end of the hallway he opened a door into a room, presumably his. "I thought you hated green?" I questioned.
He nodded, flopping onto his bed. "I do. And I hate this stupid room."
"So you didn't pick the colour?"
"Nope."
"Huh . . . also, why do you call your dad fisher? Is that his name or something?"
"No stupid, he just loves fishing so much that thats what I call him." he sighed, "yes. His name is fisher."
My eyebrows furrowed. "His first name? Isn't it more of a last name?"
"No, it's his last name."
"And why don't you call him his first name?"
"Cause I don't know it."
At this I got even more confused. "But isn't he your dad? How do you not know your own Dad's name?"
He glared and pulled out his books from his backpack. "Cause he's not my dad. Now shut up and let's actually do something productive."
I sighed, he always gave me cryptic answers. I tentatively walked over and sat on the end of the bed.
"You're gonna fall off like that." Miles said, not really looking at me.
I scooted a little closer so I was properly on the bed and he shrugged. "Fall off the bed if you want, I don't care."
We got to work and he was surprisingly helpful considering his reputation.
By the end of our little work session I had moved quite a bit closer to see better and Miles didn't say a word.
I was just lost in my thoughts when he asked me, "do you have a ride home?"
I thought about it for a moment and shook my head. I'd texted my mom that I would be late but didn't think to ask for a ride.
Miles stood up and walked out, calling over his shoulder when I hesitated to follow. "Come on, I'll get fisher to drive you."
The man, who was apparently not Miles' father, happily said yes right away when asked. And so miles sat up front, and I sat in the back seat as I directed the man to my house.
The man whose name I still do not know suddenly started up a conversation. "So, Casey." he said as he glanced back in the rearview mirror at me, "how'd you meet Miles here?"
"He just was sitting at my table at lunch one day. And didn't move"
The man nodded and said, "from what I've seen of him, that sounds accurate."
From what he'd seen? They were both confusing now.
I didn't bring it up and the conversation continued. He asked me about school and random stuff, and Miles said nothing the whole way. I noticed he had put headphones in again.