Help | Andrew/Jackson
Rumors surrounding the Ballard family were nothing new but they didn't need it now. Walking down the stairs, his hand tapped the ceiling before stepping into the basement. It was as if the family stilled and didn't know how to act anymore. The teen's hands were rubbed down his jeans. He hated to be the one to do it but he and his father had a good relationship. They could withstand some mutual pushing from time to time.
Watching the stairs intently, the words were sorted into clumsy sentences as he mentally rehearsed what to say. "Relax." It needed to be said. Anxiety shown with twisted fingers. They usually kept things light. If something was too real, Andrew always tried to get it done quickly to get back to being friends with his father.