bbs one shots

New kid - basicallyidozeroseven • fluff

Scott's pov-

* beep* ,* beep* ,* beep* ,*be-*

I grab my alarm and throw it across the room. I let my arm hang on the side of the bed and I sighed. I forced my eyes open, and squinted at the bright light that came in from my blindness window.

Yeah, I didn't really have any time to decorate my room or anything since we had just moved. In my opinion, I wasn't very siked about the move. My father had a job back in Colorado and we'd been living there since I was a kid.

It was our home town, and where I had grown up. We lived there for thirteen years, and we moved like nothing!

Yeah I get it, my dad lost his job, but that doesn't mean we should give up and start over! I sighed as I grabbed my phone and looked at the time.

"Six thirty..." I said quietly. I got up and walked to the bathroom.

I grabbed my toothbrush and started to brush my teeth. I mean, I'm not mad at them for it or anything. I'm just kinda irritated that they had decided without me.  Like c'mon, I'm basically an adult now and they need to see that.

I spit the last of the paste in the sink and washed out my mouth with mouthwash. I went to my desk and grabbed my folded clothes that I had picked out yesterday.

I started to put them on, still thinking about my parents.

I love them with all my heart, but sometimes they just make me so angery. My father is a working man, who sometimes takes things too seriously. He is very respectful and responsible when at work or in public, but at home he's just a big softy. That's probably because dad makes him all flustered and giddy.

Speaking of my dad, he is the more obnoxious one of the two. He's always cracking jokes, having the nicest personality and makes even the most sophisticated of men, like my father, fall head over heels for him. That's where I get my crazy side, and it makes my father go ballistic!

I threw my pajamas in the hamper and started to comb my hair.

Yeah I have two dad's. I'm not adopted though. My dad is transgender, he can get pregnant even if he's a guy since he still has a uterus. It came to a shock to them both, and me when they told me the story of how I was born. But that's probably because I was just eight when I figured out men can't have babies, and then they had to explain it to me.

I have nothing against their relationship, if anything I was thrilled! It was so much easier to tell them I was gay, since they are too. The sucky part is, dad always pesters me about any ' cute boys', and father would lecture me on not having a boyfriend till I was older.

We would always have playfull arguments about it during diner. Even though it was stupid, I cherished them all, those moments were ones to remember.

I went to my wall mirror and looked my self over. I was wearing a pink t-shirt top and blue jeans. It looked like it was missing something, so I grabbed one of my shades and slid them on.

"Perfect!" I said in excitement. I ran over to my closet and slipped on my shoes and grabbed my backpack.