Do you think two totally different people would fall in love? I mean it's happened before but they are just so different. A soc girl who is from the south side with mustangs, madras and a grease from the north side that steals, gets into real troubl...
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𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯
I hate my life. You can all agree having someone drop a kid off, you didn't even know existed, at your door step that you don't even want, fucking sucks. It ruins everything.
You guys are probably thinking this exact thing. 'This kid is ruining the story' well you little fucking asshole it's my fucking life that's getting ruined so you get fucked?! I'm already getting fucked?!
I swear to fucking god man, if I won't be able to do everything I've been doing I'm fucked.
Don't think my whole fucking life story in this story is fucked, it ain't. It just sucks. It sucks that I'm a father. Ew. I'm.... I'm a dad. I SOUND OLD! I'm fucking 17, gonna be 18 soon and have a kid. THAT I DIDNT EVEN WANT.
Anyway, I was waking up, it's been a week. It's Sunday. No one works and before you say anything yes I go to fucking Church so don't say shit bout it. I'm going to yell at god in my head for giving me a kid for no reason.
"Mickey wake up" I took the blanket off Mickey and he was out cold. I checked his pulse to make sure he was still alive cause he was really asleep. "Mickey, wake the fuck up" I shook him awake and he looked at me all mad.
"What?"
"I want my mommy"
"She's gone. Come on we gotta go to church, I'll help you come on" I grabbed his back pack and it had a pair of jeans a white t-shirt and a Jean jacket. That works.
"Why?" He asked me
"Cause she is, now shut up" he took off his shirt and waited for me to put on his clothes. God I hate kids. I'm not his fucking servant.
After about 10 minutes of eating, we left walking to church. I swear if I see the gang there I will shoot myself.
"Dad?" Mickey asked me as we walked in and stood in the back.
"Shut up" I muttered. He never shuts up.
"Dad..." he pulled on my sleeve and looked up at me.
"What? Quit dancin round" i mumbled annoyed at the current situation.
"I need to pee" I sighed very much fucking annoyed at life.
"Come on" I picked him up and quickly walked to the bathroom. Thank god we were in the back. "You know how to piss right?" I asked him and he shut the door. Before he even answered.
I waited like 2 minutes and was already losing my patience.
