Happiness Rarely Exsists;;Ella;;3

I'm at my dads house. I catch him outside sitting on his front steps wearing light washed jeans and a orange flannel. Now I know where the hell I got my fashion sense. He stands up and walks over to me. His light brown hair was going all around because of the wind and his gray eyes didn't match his tanned skin. He looked drained or worn out. "Hey dad," I say to him.

"Hey Ella," he replies while giving me a hug. "How long did it take you to get here?"

"Not long," I reply, sitting on the step. He takes a seat next to me. "Is mom here yet?"

"She's on her way."

"Okay."

We're sitting in silence now and the silence is starting to kill me. Here is my dad, the man who could've gone pro in baseball but chose to start a business instead, married my mother, helped my mom conceive myself and my brother Alfonso, is in a relationship with another male. The thought was still sinking in with me. "I'm sorry that things went the wrong way between you're mother and I."

"Daddy, it's okay really."

"You and Fonso don't deserve what I put your mother through. All the lies I've told her."

"Daddy, really, it's okay. I still love you, so does Alfonso."

"Thank you honey. I love you too," he tells me, putting his arm around my shoulder. "I know you two will love Jay."

"How exactly did you meet Jay?"

"In a meeting in Millwaukee."

"What was it about him?"

"Honestly honey, I don't know."

"I never thought you'd swing the bat that way."

"Neither did I. It's just...Jay...he's great. He's got this contagious laugh, you'd love him!"

"I'm happy for you Dad."

We hear a truck engine and look to see my mother driving a U-Haul rental. I look at my dad and sigh. We stand up and watch my mom open the trunk of the truck. She then walks over to my dad and I. "Ella you look so tired!"

"I haven't slept lately," I tell her.

"Enzo, you look tired as well."

"Same response as her. I better leave you too alone."

"We'll get dinner next week dad."

"Fair deal," he says, hugging me then walking into his house.

I follow my mom to the garage and help her pick up boxes. We're not really talking but she then starts to talk. "What did you're father say?" She asks me as we put a box into the truck. I shake my hands out. "What do you want him to say?"

"I was just asking a question Ella."

"He apologized for ruining his marriage and that I'd love Jay."

"I see."

"I'm sorry mom."

"I don't want you taking sides."

"I know."

"You have to come to court by the way."

"Why?"

"Since Fonso is only eleven, we need you there as a wittness."

"Are you serious?"

"Ella, it'll be fine, don't worry."

I pick up a box and start heading over to the truck. I hated the word court. I hated it with a firey passion. I walk back to the garage as Alfonso's yellow school bus came around the corner. I look at mom. "Half day," she smiles as Alfonso comes by mom. He doesn't seem to happy, I don't blame him though. He's a kid, a kid who just found out his father is gay and that him and his mother will never be together again. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for my dad being happy, but seeing Alfonso confused is just sad. "Hey Fonso," I smile as he walks over to me.

"Didn't you have class today?" he asks.

"I over slept."

"Ella you cant do that."

"I know I know."

My dad comes outside as Alfonso tries to put a smile on his face. My dad walks over to him. He gives him a tiny hug. "Hey buddy how was school?" Alfonso shrugs. My dad doesn't know what to do. "Tell ya what, let's make a sandwhich then go to the batting cages."

"Fair deal," Fonso replies and follows him into the house.

"Poor kid," I say.

"Enough about the divorce. How about you Ella? How's your love life?"

"Nonexsistant. I think I'll pass on getting married."

"Don't say that?"

"Why?

"Because men are rude!"

"Not all."

"I really don't want to talk about this mom," I say, grabbing the last box and putting it in the trunk.

"Ella, I don't want to see you grow old alone, so best find a boyfriend."

"Okay, I'm leaving."

"Ella..."

"Yeah..."

"I love you okay?"

"I love you too mom. I'll call you sometime tomorrow."

I pull away from my dad's and get on the highway. I think about what my mom says about finding a boyfriend. Really, I wasn't ready to find someone. I'd much rather have someone come find me. Little did I know, that was all about to change soon.