"Ya hate her, but ya can't stay away from her, it seems like." He said, "And plus, I hate Owen. So what now?" Brown eyes pierced blue with a challenge.
"Please, Papa."
"What do you even hate Ellie for, I thought she was a nice girl. Smart n' pretty, sweet." Jerry eyes her with a knowing look and Abby blushes profusely.
"She's weird, and .... gay."
or:
Abby being a little shit to Jerry, and he puts her right back in her place cause he's a stern dad who doesn't take shit
Abby remembers when she was younger, and it was just her and her dad — she was at that age where he really wasn't fucking around when it came to curfew, hangouts, parties, all of that.
Abby remembers thinking she'd somehow get over on him, doing all her chores, even chores that weren't hers, cutting the grass, sterilizing her dad's suture tools, cleaning his lab.
She'd saunter into his room, hands behind her back, "Pop?"
"Yeah, honey?" Jerry looked away from his TV, then back, then a double take back at Abby. "You want somethin'. What is it?" he sighed.
She ran up to him gripping his arm, "Please, let me?"
"I don't even know what it is ya want from me, Abs."
"Can I go out with some friends?"
"What friends?"
"Nora, Manny ... Mel."
"Is it Ellie or Owen?" He sighed.
"What, no! I hate Ellie!"
"Ya hate her, but ya can't stay away from her, it seems like." He said, "And plus, I hate Owen. So what now?" Brown eyes pierced blue with a challenge.
"Please, Papa."
"What do you even hate Ellie for, I thought she was a nice girl. Smart n' pretty, sweet." Jerry eyes her with a knowing look and Abby blushes profusely.
"She's weird, and .... gay."
"So what are you, normal? And straight?" Jerry says, "It's okay if you're not, hun. Ain't nobody gonna judge ya. I like women too, I see the appeal."
"Jesus, papa! I'm not freaking gay, oh my god!"
"Okay." He says simply, teasingly, "Doesn't change the fact that you're still not goin' out with Owen, so you might as well just call her up anyway." Jerry says offhandedly, changing the channel. "You know, I haven't even met his Mama yet."
"This isn't fair!" Abby stomps, and Jerry's gaze finds her again, eyeing her with clear warning, looking her up and down, then turning back to the tv.
"I'd watch it, if I were you." He says. "Cause you can be hanging out with nobody."
Abby storms off, goes upstairs and slams the door, and Jerry tries to compose himself quickly before he's storming after her and ripping the door open. "Hey!" he yelled, "Get your fuckin' act together, okay!"
"or what?!" She screams back, and Jerry's eyes widen.
"Abigail Junia Anderson." He gripped her doorframe, teeth gritted as he warned her. "I'm not blowin' smoke here, you better start mindin' your p's and q's. I got no problem tanning your hide."
Abby knew he was pissed when he started using her name-name.
Abby stays quiet this time, staring at him. Jerry taps his belt, points at her — Abby shakes her head, and he gives her a look that says thought so — then turns to leave. "And this fuckin' door stays open."
