Story Of My Life (Book Three in the Peterick Mpreg Series)

Life Sounds LIke (Emily's POV)

Come on! My hair isn't that bad! I mean sure the red dye that's on there stained my face red... Again, but other than that, it's not bad! Just run a brush through it, straighten it, and then style it and we can call it a day!

I quickly stopped looking at myself in the mirror in my bedroom and bolted towards my bathroom. I quickly went to the bathroom and then back into my room and grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans, a Panic! At The Disco shirt, my high tops, and then my fingerless black and red gloves. I ran back into the bathroom and quickly got changed in a matter of minutes. After that, I found my brush and brushed my hair. Once I was done with that, I straightened my hair and then flipped it to one side. I grabbed my black eye liner pen and ran it under my eyes and then on my eyelids. I smudged it a little and then put some mascara on. After that, I put on my black beanie and the looked in the mirror and smiled.

I ran out of the bathroom again and then slipped my shoes on. After that, I grabbed my phone and my iPod and ran downstairs.

"Are you going to die or something?" Pete asked.

"I'm not e-exactly sure yet," I said. "I've been running around upstairs for like the past half hour."

"I know," dad said as he laughed. "I could hear you! Do I need to call your therapist again?"

"I don't even have a therapist!" I stated.

"With this family, you might need one," dad said as he laughed.

"You're just fricken weird sometimes. I hope you know that," I said.

"And I embrace the hell out of it," he said as he smiled. "Now, get your little fifteen year old ass over here and help me make some food."

"Alright," I said as I chuckled.

I walked over into the kitchen and Pete handed me a bowl that had a bunch of meat in it. We were making hamburgers for my party because that's what I said I wanted when Pete and Patrick asked me what I wanted to eat. I sighed and then took my gloves off and quickly threw my hair up, hoping it would still look the same when I let it down. After that, I gladly dug into the bowl and made perfect flattened circles and then set them on the plates dad had set out.

"You're really fast," Pete said.

"It's a gift," I said as I smiled.

"Maybe that's one thing you get from me..." he said.

"What? You definitely can't cook," I said.

"One, hate you! And two, I mean this," Pete said as he walked over to the sink.

"Shit, what are you doing?" I asked as I started to back away.

"You want to know what you got from me?" he asked.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"You got the ability to know how to have fun!" dad said as he quickly grabbed the sprayer on the sink and sprayed me with it.

"Ahh!" I screamed as I laughed. "You suck! Ugh, it is so on!"

"Fuck!" he said as he put the sprayer back and ran into the living room.

"Yeah! You'd better run!" I shouted as I took off after him, but not before grabbing a glass of water that was on the counter.

"You'll never get me!" Pete shouted as he took off up the stairs.

"Bull!" I shouted as I ran after him.

Once I reached the top of the stairs, Pete didn't seem to be anywhere in site. Little asshole. I looked around my room, Jaimee's room, Pete and Patrick's room, and then finally, I looked in their shower. I chuckled as I ripped the shower curtain open.

"Gotcha!" I shouted.

"Shit!" Pete said.

"Payback is a bitch!" I said as I poured the water all over him.

"That is so cold!" he screamed.

"You know I love you, dad!" I shouted as I dropped the glass and then took off again.

"You're going to get it!" I heard him shout.

I laughed as I ran down the stairs and then out the frontdoor. I knew Pete probably wouldn't look out here, so it seems like a good place to hide for now!