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Clayton rolls his eyes as he can hear the loud talking of his new family outside his door, seemed more like arguing to him but he decided to not go investigate, he knew better than that.

He's heard of the milkovich's before he was put into their care, they are dangerous, violent and fuck for all he knows, murderers too.

He sighs, pushing himself up and off the bed, his feet making the floor board creak slightly from how hard his feet hit the ground, "aye fag, keep it down in there!." Iggy shouted, he rolled his eyes not responding back, walked over  his dresser grabbing some clothes and walking out his room to the bathroom, Mickey rushed passed him into there, vomiting.

Clayton muttered a few curse words under his breath, "you've got o be fucking kidding me Mickey, maybe if your ass didn't fuck drink your god damn feelings away about that Fucking red headed fuck you wouldn't be throwing up half the god damn time." Clayton snapped causing everyone To go silent.

All eyes were on Clayton, even Ian's. Ian could feel a slight pain in his heart and strangely it was a good one, Clayton basically reassured to him that Mickey gives a fuck.

"No son of mine is a fag." Terry growled, Clayton snickered looking at terry half naked, "than what the fuck is he?." Clayton responded, to a shocked looking Mickey on the bathroom floor, staring at his adopted sibling with wide eyes.

"A fag," terry muttered, disliking the feeling of being wrong. He simply turns back to the table, eating the rest of his runny scrambled eggs, Mickey finally snapped out of his shock trance and wiped his mouth and walked out the bathroom.

Clayton walked in the bathroom, slamming it shut and locking it. He turned out the shower only to feel cold water, "fuck!." He shouted, he put on his clothes and rinsed his mouth out with minty mouthwash, worried that if he bushed his teeth he'd break the toothbrush because of how pissed off he is.

"Fucking Mandy, using all the god damn hot water." He mumbled shoulder bumping some short, wannabe drug dealer that was probably a friend of mickeys.

"Watch where the fuck you're going shorty." He said, staring into clayton's eyes, "watch who the fuck you're talking to, wannabe thug." He spit back, the amount of anger he had he was ready to rip that guy's head off with his own two hands.

"Fuck with me." He growled, shoving Clayton, he shorter boy grabs a giant kitchen knife and pushes it up to the guys neck, "disrespect me or touch me like that again and I won't fucking hesitate to cut off your fucking head and place it on my dresser as a souvenir, got that?." He threatens, the mans blood runs cold and his face pales, he nods carefully and walks away from him.

"The fuck I thought." Clayton mutters placing the knife back, "wanna go to the gallagher's place with me and Ian shorty?." Micky ask shoving him, as he grabs the last piece of toast.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, "do they have food?." He ask, looking up at Micky who rolls his eyes, "of course they fucking do."

"Then yea I guess." He says, Mickey grabs his arm and drags him out the house, Ian waiting by the gate, he smiles softly at Clayton who returns the gesture.

"The fuck's matter with you." Mickey says, smacking his brother on the back of the head, "I'm bipolar you stupid piece of shit, you'd know if you cared enough to ask from the fucking beginning." Clayton snapped.

Mickey grits his teeth together, knowing how bipolar people are he says nothing.

The three walk down the street in complete silence, people outside stared at Clayton as he passed by causing him to harshly glare, making them turn away in what he hopes is fear.