Adopted By The Wrong Number: Part 4: Chris Evans Fanfic

Chapter 40- Should've known

"Here I am, barbeque sauce on my titties-"

Freaking Christopher, my father, cut me off by throwing a fucking pillow at me.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Sir, I was simply quoting my generations finest creations."

"Your generation needs help."

"You sounded like a real millennial jackass when you said that. Also don't say my generation needs help, that's just rude to them. How dare you compare my generation just because of something I did, I'm just one of the stupid ones."

"Says the one with the above average IQ."

"Shhhhh we don't talk about that, I'm still a dumbass."

"Imma agree with you, anyway I have to go to work, so like you ready to be dropped off?"

"Am I allowed to be in control of aux?"

"No."

"Rude, just rude. Ya know I thought you would be more understanding."

"No because last time you showed me a song and you kept screaming, 'Rip that something AYYY' over and over again."

"It's a beautiful song."

"It was disturbing."

"Disturbingly beautiful."

"I swear I will throw another pillow at you."

"I'll call you Chris, I swear I'll do it."

"That's illegal I'm legally your dad so like no you can't, that is illegal. Sorry not sorry."

"Ya know sometimes I confused on who is the teenager here sometimes."

"Really because sometimes it's fairly obvious."

"Exactly sometimes, others time you're just a child."

"So are you."

"I'm 16, what's your excuse?"

"I live a with a 16 year old."

"That's not a good excuse."

"Really because the 16 year old I live with is quite a lot to handle."

"I'm freaking amazing, what you mean? I have no problems what so ever. Totally none."

"Says the one that resorts to the worst thing when anything goes wrong."

"And that's in being mentally ill." Totally wasn't doing the fuck boy face meanwhile saying this. Not at all.

"Imma enter you to a psych ward."

"No, please don't. I don't want people watching me as I shower and shave. Anyway we should get on the road. Let's go traffic is getting worst."

"Before we go, gotta check you."

I just groaned, I'm tired of this shit I regret.

"I haven't done it I swear, it's annoying. Come one just like not. Dad. No. Please no. I'm tired of it."

"You brought upon yourself."

"No more please."

"Just let me check."

I just lifted my sleeves and there was nothing, other than the shit I did like two weeks ago. Which ya know is getting there, I mean its healing.