Beep Beep Beep Beep

Fern groaned and sat up, her strawberry blonde hair in a curly mess.

"Fern, hun, get up." Chris said to the lump that was Fern as he put in his earrings.

"UGGGHHHH I DON'T WANT TOOOOOOOAAAA!" Fern whined.

"GET UP BEFORE I CALL GREG!" Hearing this Fern scrambled out of bed and ran to out of her room to the bathroom that was down the hall. She pounded on the door.

"LET ME IN LET ME IN LET ME IN!" She begged. The door rushed open.

"What the hell?!" The boy behind the door exclaimed. Water trickled down the upper half of his body, his lower half covered by a towel, his dirty blonde hair dripping and the shower was going behind him.

"ERIC! CHRIS IS GONNA CALL GREG! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!" Fern yelled.

"I'M ALMOST DONE CALM DOWN!" Eric closed the door. Fern ran back to her room, collecting her outfit for the day, and her towel. She paced outside of the bathroom, her eyes darting every which way in fear that Greg would show up and kill her for not being ready yet. The door opened revealing Eric fully dressed.

"THANK YOU!" Fern ran in quickly and started the shower.

After the shower, Fern blow dried her hair, making her bangs sweep over her eyes and her usual curly hair straight, hairspray being a huge help.

She opened the door and ran back to her room, tossing her dirty clothes in there, and running down the stairs to the kitchen. She sat down at the table, put her head on it, and sighed.

"What's for breakfast Chris?" She asked.

"Pancakes! Duh, do you not know me?"

"It's been almost ten years, it'd be sad if I didn't know one of my own dads."

"Chrrrrriiiissssssss, can I borrow your car t'night?" Eric asked.

"Nope, sorry sweetie, I'm going to the club with daddy." Chris did a small dance. "And we're going to have so much fun!"

"Oh yeah, every Friday night is club night, how could I forget." Eric mumbled.

"Wait, it's Friday? YES! NO SCHOOL TODAY! TODAY IS THERAPY DAY WITH GREG!" Fern had jumped on her seat had started dancing.

"Except," a voice said, "it's going to be actual therapy this time." Fern groaned.

"UGGGGHHHH Nooooooooo."

"Yeeeesssssss." Greg said, poking Fern's nose, and sitting down.

"Whyyyyyy."

"Because Fern, remember? We made a deal, once a month we'd actually do what I'm paid to do and that you'd cooperate?"

"Ugh, and I'm the one that made the deal. Stupid young me." Fern muttered. Chris rolled his eyes and took out the plates, putting pancakes on them and serving them to the three that were at the table.

"Babe can you get me the butter?" Greg asked Chris.

"It'll cost ya." Chris smirked.

"I'll pay later tonight." Greg winked. Fern gagged.

"Oh God, I lost my appetite." Fern said, pushing her plate away. Eric did nothing, and just chowed down on the pancakes that Chris made.

"Honey, we do this everyday. Now shut up and eat your food, you anorexic child." Chris said jokingly.

"Fine, I'll just throw it all up later." Fern mocked.

"Hush, that's a real problem, don't joke about it." Greg said sipping his coffee.

"Aww, honey we were just joking, lighten up." Chris said kissing Greg's cheek as he handed him the butter. Greg grinned, taking the butter.

"So, what're you thinking about doing tomorrow?" Eric asked Fern, who gave him a questionable look.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Tomorrow's your birthday, remember?"

"Oh yeah." Fern muttered. It was her birthday, well, not really. Just the day that she was adopted by Chris and Greg. And it's also the day that he left her.

Greg- her therapist (and dad)- said that he was just a figment of her imagination, and that the adventure that he took her on with his friends, weren't real. It was all just something that she made up to keep her going while she alone. To give her hope.

But deep down inside, she still thought it was real. Absolutely Real.

"So what're you thinking of doing?" Eric asked.

"Oh, probably going to call Hailey, Ashton, and Heather over for a movie night." Fern answered.

"What about Waylon?" Chris asked sitting down in front of the girl. A blush dusted Fern's face.

"Waaaayyylon!" Eric sang. "Your booooyfrrriiieeend!"

"Shut up." Fern growled, hitting the twenty-one year old.

"I wouldn't mind having him over, he's a stud." Chris winked. Greg glared at Chris.

"What?" Chris asked innocently. "I think he's a doll, and so cute."

"Ewww, he's like, twenty years younger than you." Eric said.

"That doesn't stop you from being in love Scarlett Johansson."

"Shut up, Chris." Eric muttered looking down at his food. Chris rolled his eyes.

"Look, hurry up, Greg and Fern have to leave, and you and I are going shopping." Chris gathered the empty dishes and put them in the sunk, quickly rinsing them off.

Chris kissed Greg quickly before grabbing his keys, taking Eric by the arm and dragging him out of the house.

"No matter how many times he searches, he's never going to find a wig that goes with his purple dress." Fern said.

"Yeah, we don't tell him that though." Greg smirked. "C'mon, Chris was right, we have to get going." Greg chugged down the rest of his coffee before getting up and rinsing his cup out. He grabbed his keys and beckoned Fern to follow him out the house.

Fern huffed and followed, as the first few pages of her life opened to Chapter One.