I Guess We'll Never Know (adopted by fob)✔

Five

Ty
"Who was that?" "He's the cashier and my friend. His name is Dave." Pete scoffed. "Why can't you have a female friends?" I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Because females are back stabbing bitches. If you have a problem with I become friends with, take it up with the complaint department." I growled pointing at the trash can next to me. We drove home in silence. I went into my room, slamming the door. He can't control me. He barely knows me. He knew the woman who gave birth to me. I looked up at the sound of knocking. "Go away!" I shouted. "It's only me." I got up and let Bronx in. "Did Dad piss you off?" I shrugged and sat in one of the bean bag chairs I bought today. "Bronx I don't expect you to understand. I've never had a parent. He just got mad that I am friends with a boy." Bronx sat next to me and leaned on my arm. We just sat like that. It wasn't awkward. Only comfortable, as if we knew each other from the day he was born.

I heard the door to my room close. I opened my eyes to see Bronx gone and it dark outside. I guess I fell asleep. I dressed myself in pajamas before climbing into bed. I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling for what seemed like forever. I jumped at the knock on my door. "Who is it?" "Patrick." I got out of bed and went to open the door. Patrick stood there with is hair messy and bags under his eyes. "You look dead." "Well drinking does that to you." I nodded and stepped back to let him in. I went down the stairs and jumped on my bed. "What do you need?" I rubbed the tiredness from my eyes. "Pete...he wants you to stay with Brendon this weekend. He needs to work some things out." "Who the hell is Brendon?" "He's one of the bands friends. He's the singer of Panic at the disco." I nodded, still completely confused. "Fine whatever. I'll pack a bag. Just leave." I didn't want to admit it, but I'm hurt that Pete is sending me away. I've never had a family. And to the best of my luck, I only got a few hours with one. I held the tears back as I packed a bag for 4 days. I also packed my backpack for school.

I checked the time. 7:50. Great. "Ty! He's here!" I shoved a pair of Converse on my feet. I didn't bother to tie them. I made my way upstairs. Why does this feel lile they're sending me back to the orphanage. Bronx smile at me sadly. "So fucking fair. You want the kids you actually wanted to stay. I see how it is. I didn't want a family in the first place." I stormed out of the house. The guy, who in assuming is Brendon, walked out about a minute later. "Listen kiddo, you're only gonna be with me for a couple of days. Then you get to go home." I didn't respond, just looked out the window. "So you're name is Ty....that's cool." He tried a couple more times to get me to talk. After I refused to respond, he gave up. We got to his house and I met 3 other band members, plus his wife. "Where's my room. I have school in the morning and I would like to cry before falling asleep." I mentally slapped myself for saying that. His wife showed me the guest room I will be staying in. Aftee she left, I let the tears roll down my cheeks. Why the fuck did that man take me in if he was only going to send me away? I don't fucking get it. I guess that's the way this cruel fucking world works now.