Michael.....I'm sorry. (Carter's perspective.)

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I woke up and sat up on my bed. *Yawn* I looked around in my new room. Light blue walls with posters,Toys on the floor,Cabinets full of clothes and socks. I loved my new room. I walked to the bathroom in my room. 

When I came back I checked the time. Exactly 11:03. I put on hoodie and jeans. Then opened my door. I walked around lost because I'm still new to this place. I walked around looking at everything. There was a picture that caught my attention. 

It was Dad and a red haired man hugging. Wait a minute I thought wasn't this the guy I saw yesterday at the arcade? no I'm just thinking too much. I kept walking before I came across a room.

The door was closed. I turned away about to walk down the stairs when curiosity got the best of me. I opened the door and I gasped. There were so many papers on the floor. There was a random table with a computer on it.

I was about to walk farther in when I heard a door open. That must be dad I thought as I closed the door quickly and walked down the stairs. That was close. My heart was pounding now. But I just kept going.

"Carter?" Dad called. "Downstairs!" I called back. "Okay I'll come down there in a second okay just hang tight." Dad said as he closed a door. Dad is nice he saved me from my old mistake dad that used to hit me. Mother was gone most of the time anyways. Plus I don't give a f*** about them both anymore they can go rot in hell i wouldn't give a s***.

I sat down on a couch. I remember this was the couch dad slipped on yesterday. I laughed a little. After about 10 minutes or so. Dad announced "I'm here!" I perked up and jumped off the couch, walking to him. 

"Are you hungry 'cause I am." I said as I pulled at his arm and dragged him to the kitchen. "Okay okay calm down." Dad laughed as he walked over the the fridge. In about 20 minutes he put my plate in front of me.

"My special...Pancakes with eyes and mouth!" Dad grinned while he made his own. I gobbled my pancake. I was about to drink my milk when- *Ding..Dong!* "I'll go get it!" I blurted. "Wait Carter!" Dad cried, but I was already opening the door.

"Hello?" I asked "Hi is Michael here?" a strange man questioned. He had red hair....the same guy I saw in the picture. I eyed him up and down. "Why are you following-" Dad came up from behind me. "Carter you shouldn't just open the door without perm-" His voice faltered. I looked behind me dad's face was pale. 

He looked shocked. I looked at the red haired man. He looked like he was about to cry. I just ducked behind Michael and sat on the stairs. "Michael I-i'm sorry I-" The man stammered. "Forget it Noah" Michael barked angrily. 

Tomato grabbed the grape and hugged him sobbing softly into his shoulder. I couldn't see dad's face but I could see him soften. "I'm so so sorry!" Noah sniffed. "Noah....I-" Dad started to cry grape juice. "It's fine I forgive you." He whispered into Noah's ear.

I clapped and slurped a juice box that was laying near me.  "Hello tomato." I joked. To my surprise it worked they laughed. Noah let go of daddy and came over to me. "What's your name kiddo?" he chuckled.  

"My name's..." I stammered. Why was it always so hard for me to lie? "Carter.." Dad sat next to me. "Can I call you tomato paste?" I asked, Dad cracked up. Tomato smiled. "Of course." he beamed. "Cool I have two dad's? Hmm?" I glanced at Michael who was blushing. Dad picked me up and set me on his lap. He hugged me. 

(If your wondering.... Dad:Michael  Pop:Noah sometimes he'll call them by their actual names.)

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