Next Generation

1

I'd say I'm an average kid. Just one teenager of many facing the daily struggles of high school and growing up. I mean- sure, I'm pretty normal, despite the fact that I have chronic social anxiety and I blush whenever someone so much as bumps into me. Every kid has their own assortment of things they have to deal with on a daily basis. So do parents. But not every kid's parents are extremely famous and well known across the entire world. I just so happen to be that kid.

My name is Winston Martyn Adrian Lester. It's sort of a mouth full, considering my parents sort of just mashed what they love into my name- Besides my last name. That comes from Phil's side of the family. Phil is just one of my dads. Yeah, I have two, so getting the word 'dad' confused and mixed up is easy. I kinda just settled on calling them by their first names when I was about ten years old to avoid a mess of Phil answering and Dan yelling from the other room. You
/may/ have noticed my parents names are Dan and Phil. And it's definitely not coincidence. Coincidence might be nice, though... I mean, don't get me wrong, my parents are cool- and what they do is cool- but I'm not a huge fan of having attention drawn to myself just because I'm their son. I'd like to enjoy my last few weeks of being 17 because I'm gonna be an adult pretty damn soon and my parents still won't let me create a YouTube channel. The usual conversation plays out as follows.

Typical family dinner on the sofa whilst watching some anime we've seen dozens of times, when I decide to open my mouth. "Guys?" I ask with my mouth full, followed by a tap on the forehead from Phil because well- I was talking with my mouth full. Speaking of bad dinner etiquette- Dan, who just so happens too be slouched back into the sofa while literally scooping food into his mouth from his plate, speaks up. "Wot?" Is his usual reply, followed by a smack from Phil for his bad manners which leads to giggling and kissing and then I have to get up and leave before things get steamy because they don't care who sees. They will literally be all touchy feely right in front of me and aren't even bothered. Therefore, I leave the room and never get to say anything. And thus the cycle continues next dinner time. I suppose I could try the usual, "Guys I want to start a YouTube channel," And they either ignore me, or simply say no. My parents are actually really cool most of the time, when they aren't having loud sex or screaming over the smallest things like who ate who's cereal. Honestly, Phil has always been the cereal bandit. But he does the- 'Don't hurt me I'm tiny and cute' trick on Dan and I end up getting blamed.

There's a lot about my parents that I know. Most of which I can thank the Internet for. That's one of the perks of having famous parents, I suppose. Yeah, they tell me stuff, but never once has Phil mentioned his Valentines day video to Dan- or how Dan proposed. I mean, they don't really need to tell me. I've seen the "V Day video," and Dan proposed with a bottle of lube. I'd rather not get into that story, but it was very original. Real classy, dad.

Lolzor! Howdy doo! This was simply an opening, giving you an idea of Winston's attitude towards things. Future chapters will indeed be a story- all in Winnie's point of view. Stay tuned dudes.