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Started May 14, 2018 by Deleted user

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"Great," Lillian smiled, "So when is this 'lunch date'."

“Noon,” He said checking his watch.

Lillian nodded, "Okay."

“Why do you think he’s doing this?”

Lillian thought for a second, "I don't know. I doubt it's just to talk."

“Maybe he know that now that I have a brain tumor I can’t play football.” Darren said worried.

Lillian looked at him worriedly. He had a point, that's why she was coming. To make sure he wasn't affect by anything, "Maybe. Well just have to wait and see."

Darren nodded, “wait and see,”

(Alright)

Noon came sooner than Darren wanted and before he knew it he was sitting next to Lillian and watching his dad walk through the doors of Maggiano's.

Lillian placed her hand on his. She squirmed in her seat.

Darren smiled at Lillian with worry in his eyes as he took her hand.
"Hey son," His father said keeping his focus on Lillian. "I didn't know we were expecting company," He said extending a hand to Lillian.

Lillian took the hand and smiled, "I always am unexpected."

He smiled, "I'm Jon,"
Darren shifted nervously in his seat.

"Lillian," She responded curtly. She shifted again, her back kept bothering her.

Jon Anderson kept a smile on his face as he took a seat, "So, how's the day been for the two of you?"

Lillian shrugged as she leaned back. She bit her hiss back and said calmly, "A day."

Darren kicked Lillian under the table. "It's been pretty good,"
"I'm glad, I actually wanted to remind you about your chemo appointment tomorrow." His dad said smiling. "Also I wanted to ask both of you about how the musical is going,"

Lillian got the message and shut up. She was there for moral support. That's her job, nothing more.

"It's going well, Lillian actually has the other lead part," Darren smiled to Lillian.
"Really? So you can sing pretty good then?" Jon looked at Lillian.

Lillian smiled back, "I like to think I can. And I haven't heard otherwise, so yes."

"That's cool."
Darren didn't understand the sudden interest his father had taken in the musical or him.
"Why are we here dad?" Darren finally asked.
Darren looked angry but Jon didn't, "I just wanted to get lunch with my son, is there something wrong with that?"
"There wouldn't be for other people but the relationship between you and me has been non-existent ever since mom died." Darren glared at his father.
"Maybe we should change that, you are my son."
Darren turned his hand into a fist, he was definitely angry. "Why because now that I'm dying you think we should be friends?" Darren yelled causing a hush to fall upon the restaurant.

Lillian looked at Darren. She wasn't sure about how much his father knew about their relationship. She placed a hand on his fist and began rubbing it in hopes of calming Darren down.

Darren released his fist and grabbed Lillian's hand instead. His father was taken back by the anger, "Why would you think that?"
"Because you stopped caring when she left," Darren was still yelling, "You only care about football when it comes to me and I assumed that now because I can't play you would either kill me or forget about my existence. So yeah, that is what I think." He said making to stand up.

Lillian said softly, "Darren could you maybe s-stop yelling. I agree with you, but please stop."

"Stay out of it," he said back to her. Suddenly Darren looked around and noticed that people were looking at him. He walked briskly out of the restaurant and into his car, he rested his head up against the steering wheel.

Lillian sighed and rested her head against the table. She debated going after him, but he said to stay out of it. So that's what she did.