Welcome to the Family, Adrian!
Chapter Thirteen
The next morning, I woke up to a knock on my door.
"Come in," I said tiredly.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty," My dad chuckled as he walked in. "You got to get up, you have school today."
"fuuccckkkk," I groaned. "Alright, now go," I pointed to the door.
"Do you want a ride?" He asked before he left my room.
"Yeah," I sat up and checked my phone, 6:45.
I took a shower, dried my hair, put on make up, and got dressed. I wore a pair of ripped skinny jeans and an Avenged Sevenfold tee, along with black high top converse and a plain purple jacket.
I ran down the stairs to see my dad cooking something in the kitchen.
"Hey, pops!" I chirped. "Whatcha cooking?"
"French toast. Well, trying too, atleast." He laughed.
"Oh, well, did you put butter on the pan before you put the bread on?"
"No, was I supposed to?"
"Yes," I laughed.
The door bust open. "I'M HERE!" Jimmy yelled as he bounded into the kitchen. "You making breakfast for us, oh great master cook?"
"I'm trying to," He replied, not taking his eyes off the grill.
"He keeps failing at it," I told him. I hopped up onto the counter to sit.
"Shut up, kid!" My dad turned, pointing his spatula at me.
"Sorry, pops!" I laughed out. "Hey, Jimmy?"
"Yes, child?" He turned, only to have a spoon hanging off his nose.
"Why do you always come over here? Not that I'm complaining or anything." I asked, after a fit of laughter.
"Because, Brian is like my brother," He started. "Always have to check up on my brother!"
"Breakfast is ready!" my dad said as he turned with a plate of half burned french toast.
"What did you do to the poor toast?" I asked.
"Tried to cook it, didn't work." He replied, placing the plate on the table.
"I see," I said as we all dug in.
Ten minutes later, we all finished.
"Well, time for me to go," Jimmy said, stretching in his chair.
"I swear, Jimmy. You only come here for food." My dad said.
"I might," He yelled as he ran out the door. "Bye, Adrian! Have a good day at school!"
"Cya, Jimmy!" me and my dad called at the same time.
"You ready to go to school?" My dad asked.
"I guess," I got off my chair and walked to the door, backpack slung over my shoulder.
"Come in," I said tiredly.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty," My dad chuckled as he walked in. "You got to get up, you have school today."
"fuuccckkkk," I groaned. "Alright, now go," I pointed to the door.
"Do you want a ride?" He asked before he left my room.
"Yeah," I sat up and checked my phone, 6:45.
I took a shower, dried my hair, put on make up, and got dressed. I wore a pair of ripped skinny jeans and an Avenged Sevenfold tee, along with black high top converse and a plain purple jacket.
I ran down the stairs to see my dad cooking something in the kitchen.
"Hey, pops!" I chirped. "Whatcha cooking?"
"French toast. Well, trying too, atleast." He laughed.
"Oh, well, did you put butter on the pan before you put the bread on?"
"No, was I supposed to?"
"Yes," I laughed.
The door bust open. "I'M HERE!" Jimmy yelled as he bounded into the kitchen. "You making breakfast for us, oh great master cook?"
"I'm trying to," He replied, not taking his eyes off the grill.
"He keeps failing at it," I told him. I hopped up onto the counter to sit.
"Shut up, kid!" My dad turned, pointing his spatula at me.
"Sorry, pops!" I laughed out. "Hey, Jimmy?"
"Yes, child?" He turned, only to have a spoon hanging off his nose.
"Why do you always come over here? Not that I'm complaining or anything." I asked, after a fit of laughter.
"Because, Brian is like my brother," He started. "Always have to check up on my brother!"
"Breakfast is ready!" my dad said as he turned with a plate of half burned french toast.
"What did you do to the poor toast?" I asked.
"Tried to cook it, didn't work." He replied, placing the plate on the table.
"I see," I said as we all dug in.
Ten minutes later, we all finished.
"Well, time for me to go," Jimmy said, stretching in his chair.
"I swear, Jimmy. You only come here for food." My dad said.
"I might," He yelled as he ran out the door. "Bye, Adrian! Have a good day at school!"
"Cya, Jimmy!" me and my dad called at the same time.
"You ready to go to school?" My dad asked.
"I guess," I got off my chair and walked to the door, backpack slung over my shoulder.
Notes
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11/23/13