Lmao this is late as hell.

~Unedited and a lil rushed~

It's not that long I'm sorry 😓

Previously: Your best friend, Peter, died when you were three.

Mom doesn't want me going outside.

MISSING THREE YEAR OLD HAS BEEN REPORTED

I know that kid...

That kid is me.

HOLYSHITHOLYSHITHOLYSHIT.

I'M MISSING.

OH SHIT.

WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO.

WHAT DO I DO.

Okay I just need to go up to Mom or uh, Samantha and ask her what the hell is going on.

I can do this.

I can totally do this.

I close the laptop and walk to my 'parents' room.

"Mom?" Oh my gods it feels so weird saying that now.

'Mom' sat up and turned on a lamp. "What is it honey?"

Alright Gavin- Peter, all you have to do is ask her if I'm not actually her son and if she kidnapped me off the streets when I was three.

Simple.

"Did you— did you uh, wash my pants?"

Ah shit.

'Mom' nodded and looked at me weirdly. "Is that all you wanted?"

I nodded, "Yep."

"You came into my room at two in the morning to ask me if I washed your pants?"

"Yes, that is correct."

"Why the hell are you two talking when I'm trying to sleep?"

'Dad' had woken up during our very important conversation and was looking at us like we had green heads.

"Gavin, hunny, you did not come in here so late to ask me if I washed your pants. Tell me what's going on."

"I don't know if I should, I mean-"

"Gavin, I'm your mother-"

"Are you though?"

Oh fuck. It just..slipped out.

"Excuse me mister, I don't know where that attitude came from but you can take that back to your room." 'Mom' said using the Pissed Mom Voice™.

"Gavin, why would you say something like that to your mother?" I looked over at ‘Dad’ and felt like crying.

“D-don’t call her th-that.” It didn’t feel right to call her Mom anymore, it felt weird and out of place.

“Gavin-”

“Don’t call em that either.”

“Petey, be nice to daddy, he may be old and cranky but he’s a big sweetie!”

“Daddy is old and cranky!”

“Don’t talk to your father like that!”

“Don’t talk about your dear ol’ dad like that, underoos. It hurts right in the feels”

“You’re not my dad!” (pls get my reference)

“Gavin, what is up with you!” ‘Mom’ yelled, stopping ‘Dad’ from replying to me.

“What’s up with me?! Oh maybe the fact that you fucking kidnapped me! Now all your weird behavior makes since, you're a psycho!”

Both were quiet as Connor turned to Samantha. “Sam, it’s obviously a pra- woah what’s wrong?” Connor stopped short as he noticed Samantha crying.

“Everything I’ve done is for you,” Samantha got out of her bad and walked up to me. “Everything I have ever done is for you! And you call me a psycho”

Connor rushed out of bed and grabbed Samantha’s arm. “Wait- you- he isn’t-,” Connor took a deep breath and I could tell he was about to cry. I felt bad for yelling at him. “He isn’t my son?” Connor was crying now and his voice cracked in the middle of his sentence.

“But you said-”

“I know what I said, Con. But it’ll be okay, he’s still our son and we can work on us-”

“Our son!? Work on us?! Bullshit. He’s my son and there is no more us.”
I didn’t know what to do after that. Everything became so quiet all I could hear was Samantha trying not to cry while Connor was quietly sobbing.

So I ran out of their room and went to the kitchen to grab Samantha’s phone off the table.

“Gavin! Don’t you dare touch that phone!” Samantha was right behind trying to grab the phone away from me.

“No! Get away from me!"

Samantha knocked the phone out of my hand and held me in place.

"Gavin, listen to me-"

"No!" I twisted in her grip but I was weak, all of this hitting me at once caused me to fall to the ground.

"Hey, it's all going to be okay." Samantha said as started crying.

"No, you- you took me-"

"Shhh, I took you to protect you. Your parents put you in danger, so I took you away from the situation."

"Are my real parents bad people?" I asked, trying to stop myself from crying more than I already was.

"Yes, they are." She wrapped me in a hug and I let her.

"I raised you and protected you, so in a way I am your real mom."

I laid my head on her shoulder.

She was right, she like my real mom.

(￣ω￣;) Carol is back and she is sad, people are making fun of her for being a single mother. She gives you this one week time skip in her sadness.

"Alright, I'm going to the store!" Mom called out to me and Dad.

Dad hasn't spoken to Mom since That Night happened and I don't think he plans on doing so anytime soon. He told me that he still loves me like I'm his own son and that won't ever change. So me and him are on good terms.

I'm pretty sure he's going to try to move out once he can afford to because he knows he can't kick Mom out.

"Wait! Can I go with you!" I jumped off the couch and ran over to the door.

"Gavin I don't think-"

"Please Mom! I'll be good!"

Mom sighed before nodding.

"Don't you dare go anywhere that isn't within four feet of me."

"Okay!" I said putting on my shoes.

"Bye Dad, love you!"

"Bye son, love you too."

And with that we were in the road.

"I have to go to the bathroom and I want you to stand right here," Mom pointed by the door of the bathroom, "and wait for me, okay?"

I nodded in agreement and stood by the door.

As she went in I looked over and saw a big dude by the paper towels. He looked over and we made eye contact, I looked down at my shoes quickly. I felt embarrassed that the man caught me staring.

I saw black shoes in my friend of vision that wasn't there before. I looked up to see the man I was staring at had come up to me.

He had slicked back hair with a slight beard that was gray and white and looked very unhappy.

"Hello, sir." I gave him a smile and saw his eye's widen my smile dropped and I became concerned.

"Sir are you okay?"

"Yeah, fine. What's your name, kid?"

What's taking Mom so long?

"Gavin. You?"

I saw his eyes flash something before he answered, pain, sadness, and anger? "People call me Happy."

Mom came out of the bathroom and rushed me away.

"We're going to go, we don't need anything anymore."

"Mom what's going on?"

"Nothing Gavin, keep quiet and put your head down when we walk outside." She grabbed my arm an started to pull me out of the store.

"Ma'am, I'll have to stop you right there."

Hi I posted a rant on my message board but it's gonna be here too because it's important:

I like some ships people don't and some people like ships I don't. I don't disrespect them or belittle them for the characters the ship and neither should anyone else. I have seen plenty of arguments in this book about how someone's ship is wrong and disgusting.

DON'T SAY THAT.

Just ignore their comment and respect it, agree to disagree. I want my book to be a safe place for all.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

Anyway high school is shiiitttt.

Okay bye :)

🥒 "oH mEh GoD, iTs A sAlTy CuCuMbEr"