When I get home from the park I have to go through my phone, like I usually have to after hanging out with Echo. He has a habbit of cluttering my phone with apps and music and pictures. The newest editions seem to consist of some Frank Sinatra, Snapchat, Instagram, and a plethora of random pictures me, Echo, me and Echo, and what he likes to call "aesthetic" blurred pictures of trees. I grin going through them though. There's a couple of me just lying on my back with my eyes closed that Echo has sent to himself for some reason, he told me he liked them earlier though. I don't know why, they're just me.
I kept most of the photos anyway. I liked to be able to look back on them like a timeline. I click over to the yellow Snapchat app and hold a finger over my face to look at the filters Echo always insisted we mess with. As I swipe through the different faces I can see why.
I wander out of my room and into the living room to Pete find slouched in the arm chair half asleep, some movie halfway through on the TV. I flop down on the couch on my stomach, causing Pete to stir slightly before settling deeper into the cushions of the chair. I smile silently to myself as I flip the camera to focus on the sleeping figure in front of me.
I click through the filters again, making them register on Pete this time instead. I laugh quietly to myself. I hear footsteps on the stairs and look up to see Patrick come around the wall, giving me a confused look as I laugh harder to myself. I wave him over as I sit up on the couch to show him what I'm laughing at.
He sits behind me and we laugh together at the pictures I take of Pete. After a while I turn the camera back around so Patrick and I can play with the filters instead. After only a minute or so, were laughing so hard that Pete wakes up to glare at us, causing us to laugh harder.
Eventually he comes over and joins us, taking out his own phone as he goes. I'm sandwiched between them, giggling as the camera distorts their faces.
"Y'know," Pete says, making Patrick and I look up at him. "Nobody besides our friends even know we adopted. Maybe we should tell people somehow." He shrugs.
"What do you mean?" Patrick asks as I click off my phone and look up at Pete.
"I dunno, like post about it or something." Patrick nods, though I'm still not sure what they're after.
"That ok with you, Luce?" Patrick tosses an arm over me and shrug.
"Sure."
Pete points his camera at us and we take a plethera of unnecessary photos. There probably isn't one photo of us looking normal on his camera roll that looks normal. Eventually Pete chooses one and lays back to type out a caption to explain it. I lean against Patrick on the couch, feeling my elelids getting heavy.
I'm pretty much asleep when I vaguely detect a conversation happening above me.
"Is she asleep?" At first I wonder if he's talking to me, but realize that Pete and Patrick are talking above me. I almost go right back to my nap but I hear their conversation and can't help but eavesdrop.
"Uh, Trick?"
"Hm?"
"Do- do you think maybe we made a mistake?"
"What do you mean, adopting Lucy?"
"No, no- well, uh kind of, in a way." My heart speeds up as I hear those words. He doesn't want me? I should've known, nothing good can stay in my life. They'll probably ship me back the home and leave without a second thought.
"What's bothering you?" Patrick asks.
"Do you think that now was the wrong time? I mean I know we've always wanted kids, but with the possibility of a tour coming up, is it really the right time to have a little girl to look after?" I hear him sigh as Patrick shifts beneath me to comfort him.
"Let's go talk upstairs," Patrick offers. He slowly gets up as I pretend to just wake up. I groan as I look at the lights above me. "C'mon Luce, let's go to bed." Patrick helps me up as I stumble to my room and lie down on my bed. He pulls the blanket over me and kisses my forehead before setting something on the nightstand.
"I'll wake you up for dinner, ok hon?" I nod groggily, not really faking anymore as I really am tired.
He goes out of my room, letting the door click behind him. I close my eyes and settle deeper into my cave of blankets, thinking hard about what I just heard.
Maybe Patrick will talk Pete into liking me again. I can only hope that they don't decide to send me back to the hell hole that I had called my home for the past eight years.
Woo! An update!
Sorry this took so long imma start on the next part right now. Also been working on a collab fic so that might be coming out soon.
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I Promise || Adopted by Peterick
Fanfiction*Completed Lucy Ann Crowley was left on the highway at age seven. Her mother said she'd be right back. She said she promises. After daddy left mama promised she'd never leave. But one day she did. Eight years later she's fifteen and still without pa...
