𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐃 been normal, well as normal as the southside can get. She had been up since 5:30 getting ready, preparing hers and Allens lunches, and was taking care of Bongos needs. Which was now a typical morning within the Parker household.

As of 7:30, Adelaide was in the kitchen, cutting the crusts off her brothers pb&j sandwich and Allen was walking into the kitchen with a permission slip for some school trip. "Are you allowed to sign this, Adie?" He asked, handing her the piece of paper.

"Shit." She muttered under her breath. "I'm not sure, but can't Debbie forge mom's signature?" Adelaide asked.

Allen nodded. "Yeah, she had to forge it for that one school trip for for you last year cause mom was passed out on the couch." He recalled.

"Well, all your things are ready, so why don't you run over to their house and you can ask her to sign it." Adelaide suggested as she put the sandwich into Allens lunchbox and put the lunchbox into his backpack.

He nodded and took his backpack before running to the front door, putting on his shoes and jacket, and leaving the house. Adelaide immediately went back to doing the rest of her morning routine and began making her own lunch.

A knock at the door quickly brought her attention away from the sandwich. "It's open!" She called out, suspecting that it was just one of the Gallaghers.

She heard the door open and then heard footsteps approaching the kitchen. She looked up briefly to see that it was Lip. The two hadn't talked much since the fake wedding, considering what he had drunkily confessed to her. Adelaide wasn't entirely sure if he remembered what he said, but it was still awkward either way.

"Hey." He smiled to her. Her only response was a smile back. "I wanted to apologize for the other night. I was drunk, I didn't know what I was saying." Adelaide nodded.

She hadn't thought of the incident much since it happened as she preferred to just bottle it up so she didn't have to worry about it at all. Even though the moment had lingered in her mind, she prefered to stay ignorant, 'cause why would anyone want to dwell on a drunken confession from their best friend?

"Don't worry about it. I know how you get when you're drunk." She softly smiled, keeping her response short and simple, trying her hardest to get this topic over with.

"Just didn't want there to be any awkwardness between us." He chuckled, picking up one of the discarded crusts from Allens sandwich and promptly eating it.

"You've described your hook-ups with Karen in perfect detail. I know what her boobs feel like without having to actually feel them. Trust me, there is no awkwardness." Adelaide explained with a grin as she finished packing her bag.

❝𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓? Fuck." Adelaide groaned, leaning up against the bathroom wall. "Dude, Lenora never came anyway." Ian stated, pushing Adelaide's shoulder a bit.

"Thats because she blamed me for her marital problems. She usually went for Allen, though." She explained.

"Usually. Not always, I'm sure it won't be a problem today." Karen said before taking a drag off her cigarette. Adelaide nodded and ran her hand through her hair.

"Hey, Louise got an A on the paper you wrote for her english class, how do you keep doing that?" Karen asked Lip.

"Well, to master the art of the book report, you just take any novel, no matter when it was written, and you argue that the main character is a latent homosexual." He explained. Karen hummed in response.

Adelaide shook her head and grinned. "No, seriously. Seriously." He continued. "Now, most english teachers are either gay and agree, or they're straight, but too scared to disagree and get labeled as intolerant." He finished, taking a hit of his cigarette as Karen laughed.

"I don't know, I think my tactic is better. Personally, I prefer to argue about how the main character might be a communist." Adelaide joked. Although it wasn't fully a joke. She had used that tactic many times and since her english teacher was actually a communist, he agreed, despite the fact that every other teacher would definitely fail someone for trying to argue that Harry Potter and his posse were all communists.

"Now, while I do enjoy this little rendezvous, I, in fact, have a book report to write." Adie smiled, turning to leave the bathroom. "Who's the communist today?" Ian questioned.

"Frodo Baggins. And he's a socialist, gotta switch it up every once in a while." She said, turning on her heels to look back at the group before walking out of the bathroom.

「↠ 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐞𝐚- 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 ↞」
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im missing the urge to speed this fic up and add some new characters that i rlly want to add

i think the whole "arguing that book characters are communists" is the funniest thing ive come up with.

anyway, i hope you all enjoyed this <3

𝘶𝘱 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵: 𝟢𝟫. (𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗀)...