Kiddo

Punk knew something was up with Brandon and well, he felt bad of course. Obviously he had something against Punk and Punk wanted to be in the know and also have some time with Brandon. He didn't know what the problem was and it was killing him to no end. He just hoped that Brandon didn't feel left out or something because Punk always tried to make his kids feel equal and so on. Today though, it was his day with Brandon. He figured they would get some pizza and then they'd head out to a baseball game. Punk ordered the pizza and then they headed to the park to eat it. "Alright kiddo, let's dig in." he said as they sat at a table and he took a slice out for Brandon, putting it on a plate for him.

Brandon really wasn't feeling this whole "day with Dad" thing and he tried to get out of it, but Lacy asked him to go for her and he agreed. Brandon wasn't ever one to turn down pizza, so he sat at the table and started to eat. "Thank you." he said politely.

"Anytime." he told him. "So, how are you doing?" he asked. "Like with school and everything else."

"I'm out of school. It's summer." He said, looking at him with a 'duh' expression. Yep, Punk's kid.

"I know that, but I meant before school was out."

"It was okay I guess." he shrugged. "Why are we at the park? We never come to the park. What did I do wrong?"

"You did nothing wrong. I just wanted to take you out and do something a little different."

"Why." He asked deadpan, looking skeptical.

"Because, I know we don't spend much time alone together and I wanted to have a guys day with you."

"Well I'm only here because mom asked me to come."

"That's fine." he said. "I'm glad you came though."

He shrugged and finished his pizza. "When can we go home?"

"After the game is over."

"That's a long time." He finished his food and pushed his napkin away.

"Alright." he said. "What is your problem with me?"

Brandon looked up at him. "I dunno what you're talkin' about."

"You do." he said. "Just tell me why you don't want to be around me."

"I don't have to."

"Right." he said with a nod. "Well then, we're done with pizza. Let's hit the baseball game and then we'll go home."

"I don't like baseball no more." Brandon shook his head. "So we can just go home."

"Uh no, we're going to the game.'

"I don't want to." he shook his head.

"Come on, at least half of the game."

"If I tell you why I don't wanna be here then I don't have to go." he tried to make a deal.

"Tell me first and then maybe I'll agree."