Adopted (Peterick)

5

Three days. I've been adopted for three days and I already had to see my new parents break up. Wouldn't you? What are the odds that right after I show up, they leave each other?

But, remarkably, Pete hasn't really changed much. He's not acting depressed or even the least bit sad. I can't believe it, because they were so far into their relationship to adopt a child!

I heard talking from downstairs and I assumed it was some of Pete's friends. I, being a nosy child, walked down stairs to see who it was. It was three other guys, one with long curly hair, one was a ginger, and the other had a remarkably large forehead.

They all noticed me when I walked in. "It's been one day, Pete!" The one with the forehead yelled at him.

"This is Patrick," Pete told them, ignoring the earlier comment. "I adopted him a few days ago." I stood shyly by the stairs and smiled politely.

"Really? Is he the reason you broke up with Ashl--" The one with the fro started.

"No! He isn't. She cheated on me. Don't ever blame him." Pete said defensively.

"Geez, I was just asking."

"Just shut up, Joe." Pete told Joe. I turned to leave and started up the stairs. "Aren't you going to stay for cake?"

"What cake?" I asked.

"It's his birthday, dumbass." Forehead said. I don't care what his name is, he will forever be 'forehead' in my book.

"Oh, okay," I said embarrassed. I walked over to the table they were gathered around.

"How are we supposed to cut a cake into fifths? Fourths is so much easier." Joe complained.

"You cut an entire cake into fourths?" I asked.

"Well, duh." Joe replied And then we sang Happy Birthday, well more like yell as forehead sang 'till his lungs gave out.

The rest of the night was spent with Pete and his friends chugging beer, and me and the ginger sat aside awkwardly. "You don't drink?" I asked him.

"No, people drink to forget, and I want to remember my life, so I prefer not to." He said and I nodded.