A father and his son

"Feel sick..." Skye muttered and tried to pull the cover back over his head.

Managing to pull the covers far enough to reveal the boys head. "Well? What's your excuse?"

Whimpering he clung tightly onto the covers trying to keep them over him.

Heaving a sigh, Carlos walked over to the bed and attempted to pull the covers off of the red head.

The young boy said nothing, just stayed under the covers hoping that Carlos would give up.

"Skye." Carlos said sternly as he glared at the lump under the duvet.

He refused to move and held onto the covers tightly.

Opening the red head's bedroom door, he lent against the door frame and crossed his arms. "Skye, get up."

Hearing his father Skye curled up in the covers and began to think about trying to get the day off by claiming to feel ill.

The boys father was already wide awake, hearing the alarm he rolled his eyes and began to stamp upstairs in an attempt to get Skye out of bed. "SKYYYYYE!!!"

10 hours passed. Hearing his alarm go off Skye hit it and decided to ignore it. It wasn't like he'd be missed at school, he'd proven that theory yesterday. Rolling over he cuddled up to his covers and went back to sleep.

Standing up, the dark haired male walked upstairs slowly and looked into Skye's room. A small smile appeared on his face as he saw the red head child had dozed off. Closing the door slowly and quietly, he made his way to his own room where he flopped onto his bed and soon found himself asleep.

Sitting on his bed Skye held his hands in his head. Eventually he laid down and started to think himself. Why was he so different from everyone else, why did he have red eyes, why did he change form when he touched any kind of water except from the water in Carlos' house.
Rubbing his eyes slowly he dozed off.

Watching his red head son go up the stairs, Carlos sighed and rubbed at his head before he continued thinking.

Skye half glared at Carlos before getting up and going back upstairs. It seemed that the school hadn't contacted his adopted dad about his lack of presence, the last thing he wanted to do was have to explain why he hadn't been attending his lessons.

Pouting, the dark haired male stuck his tongue out at the child.

The red head merely grumbled and crossed his arms, obviously not liking being called stupid.

"Owwww... I was only joking!" Carlos complained as he rubbed the area where Skye had hit him.

Skye glared and hit his dad back twice as hard.

"Because you are stupid." Carlos said jokingly.

"But being a kid is boring, people treat you like your stupid..." The red head grumbled and yawned.

Groaning, Carlos yawned. "You get tired, have to work and do stuff you don't want to."

"Why??" Skye asked, genuinly wanting to know.

Carlos continued to smile at his son. "You don't want to get older, trust me."

The young boy continued to grumble, not happy with being the age he was.