Follow Your Dreams - An MC Story

Chapter 3

The rest of the weekend flew by quicker than I would have liked; one of the things I can say about this time is that Riley still makes me horny as fucking hell and I kept catching him and Julia starring at me and Riley would go as far as winking at me or smirking at me. I'm so confused as to why a couple would be that way toward me; I'm nothing special, just a messed up kid who is in their way as well as a burden.

I have a check-up with a doctor that Parker is taking me too and I don't want to go; "P-parker, I-I w-wana g-go."

Pouting at him as he turns away from the stove where he is preparing breakfast and I am setting the table for three; Parker, me and Axel since Axel lives here as well.

Parker smirks at my pout making me pout even harder; "Tough kid; you're going and that's final. Is there a reason you don't want to go?"

Crossing my arms over my chest with my pout in place still; "I d-d-don't l-l-like d-d-doctor's or n-n-needles."

"Sorry kid, you're still going," he apologizes with a smirk as he serves the food up on plates as Axel enters the kitchen from the shower.

"Jerk," I mutter as I grab my plate from the counter.

Axel and Parker both laugh at my grumblings as we sit at the table to eat before Parker and I head to my appointment and Axel heads to his job as a tattoo artist.

"Stop pouting Liam and eat your food," Axel playfully scolds with a smirk.

"Y-yeah, y-yeah, w-w-whatever A-axel," I mutter stuffing a piece of bacon into my mouth; chewing harshly as I mock scowl at them both.

Both men chuckle lowly at me as they eat as well; "Y-you t-t-two a-are m-m-mean."

"Not mean just honest with you kid," Parker fondly laughs.

Pouting still as I finish my food as I silently listen to the two of them continue to talk as they finish their food; chuckling at my pouting silent treatment toward them.

Finally finishing our food and cleaning up the three of us leave the house despite my continued protests at them both that I don't need to have a check-up.

Entering the doctor's office grudgingly as Parker has a gently yet firm hand on my lower back; checking in at the front desk, where a man in his mid-thirties smiles sympathetically as Parker steers me over to a chair in the waiting area.

Huffing as I plop down on the cushioned seat with my arms crossed and with a frown; "Lighten up kid, everything will be fine and over with before you know it."

"S-s-sure it w-w-will P-p-parker," I mutter with a small growl at his low laugh.

"Liam Quinn?" a male voice asks from a doorway about ten feet in front of us.

Standing reluctantly as Parker does the same, we make our way to the man, who leads us to the scale where I am weighed and then my height is measured; I am 5 feet 7 inches tall and weighing in at ninety pounds and making me roughly thirty-one pounds underweight according to the doctor.

By the time we leave the doctor's office an hour later, I am irritated from being poked and prodded. My blood has been removed from my body through an evil needle and the doctor did a thorough examination and I am leaving with a filled antibiotic prescription for a sinus infection I didn't even realize I had and paperwork on a diet plan that I need to follow in order to gain weight.

"See it wasn't that bad now was it kid?" Parker asks as we climb into his black Dodge Ram pickup truck.

"Y-y-yes it w-w-was," I grump as he smiles quickly at me as he drives toward his home.