Adopted (Peterick)

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-Pete's POV-

The doorbell rang and I went(z) to answer it.

"Hello, Is this the residence of Pete Wentz?"

"Um, yes, may I help you?" I replied.

"Yes, I received a call from Ms. Simpson saying that you two are no longer sharing a residence. Is this correct?" I nodded. "Well, according to our guidelines, an adopted child must be under custody of two people."

"He's fine here!" I defended.

"That may be so, but it is against our guidelines, especially in the first month." That lady was really starting to piss me off.

"You can't just take him from me!"

"I can't, but the adoption agency can, unless he agrees to staying and defending you in court." The lady said.

"Court?! That seems ridiculous! Can't he just sign a paper or something?" The lady shook her head. This is so stupid! He'll be eighteen in a month, and he's already out of school. He had early graduation, so he's been done since January. "He's almost eighteen anyways,"

"Well he can come and stay with you then, but for now he needs to come back to the adoption home." She said. I know there is no way I can win this argument. "I'll go fetch him." She said walking right past me into MY house and into Patrick's room.

"What?!" I heard a tell from his room. "That's so stupid! What if I want to stay here? He can't just send me back!" Is that what she told him. She led Patrick past me. There were tears on his cheeks and hate in his eyes. I can't imagine what she told him. He didn't even say goodbye.