Homecoming: Home Sweet Puns
Gar sat in the car looking out the window as everything zoomed by. It was crazy he'd finally been adopted! And by two guys, who claimed to be just friends, nonetheless.
The men who had adopted him didn't care whether he called them whatever variation of 'mom' he wanted or just their names: John and Guy. John and Guy also claimed to have adopted even more kids not just him. According to them he was the ninth kid they'd adopted. Man, that was weird to think about. Eight new siblings. What would they be like? Would they be mean? He continued to ask these questions as he looked out upon the road.
"So, Gar, you've been quiet. Penny for your thoughts?" John asked, looking in the mirror to glance at the fifteen year old.
Gar turned from the road looking at John. "Just nervous about meeting the others," He answered with a sigh looking back at the road.
"Well you shouldn't," Guy assured, smiling a bit at the teen through the mirror, "They're an...interesting group, but they're good kids."
"Except for Quinn, she's scary," John said from the side with a nervous chuckle. Lord knows how many curse words she has taught Mini and Pun. And he didn't think he wanted to know how much experience his adopted daughter had.
Guy shook his head with a small grin. "Now, now John, she's just a teenager," he chastised, only half-serious.
"A scary one," John muttered under his breath. Quinn was definitely the rebel of the group. Always ready to overthrow leadership.
Gar let his lips twitch up in a smile as he observed the two men. Nodding to himself as he looked back out the window, he thought, 'Yeah...I think I'm gonna like this family.'
A Few Minutes Later
Gar whistled lowly as Guy pulled the car up to his new home. It was pretty medium sized, but it looked...friendly. The house was light baby blue with white trim. It seemed a happy place with the windows open almost inviting. You could see there where toys strewn throughout the huge yard and a few on the porch. There was a basketball hoop in the driveway, and from what he could see a pool out back.
After Guy parked in the garage, the three males got out of the car. Gar didn't have much luggage, so John insisted on carrying it in, Guy helping and Gar trailing a bit behind.
"Mooommm," a whiney voice shouted as the owner of it ran out to the car to hide behind John, "Your Zombitch is being ruuddee! Make him stop."
Said 'Zombitch' suddenly turned to corner, seeming to have been running all over the place as he skidded to a stop in front of John. Giving a bright grin, the young Justin Timberlake look alike greeted, "Hey Guy, new adopted kiddo, and...John, my life, my love!"
Chuckling as Zombo kissed his hand, John suddenly gave his best 'Disapproving Mom Face' to his fiancee.
"Zombo, please stop whatever you're doing to Kat," the twenty four year old sighed, putting mentioned kissed hand on his hip.
Giving a whine in the back of his throat before slumping a bit, Zombo pouted, "Fiinnee. Why do you always take her side? Maybe I wasn't doing anything."
Rolling his eyes, John kissed the twenty year old on the cheek, humming, "Thanks you Zombo, and it's because you usually start it." Patting Kat on the head, John continued into the house, telling Zombo, "Oh, and could you gather the other kids in the family room? We need to introduce our newest member of the family."
Guy just gave a sympathetic smile to Zombo as he and Gar passed through, following John to Gar's new room.
As the three left, Kat watched them closely. When they were out of earshot, the fifteen year out narrowed her eyes. Sticking her tongue out at Zombo, Kat proclaimed, "Bleh! Bet you can't catch me Zombastard!"
"Oh that's it, I'll round everyone up and then whoop your butt!" The boxer huffed as he watched the teenager slide away on the wood floor in her socks.
A Few Minutes Later...and then some
John, Guy, and Gar jogged down the stair to the family room where the other eight kids were gathered. Though, as they entered they could catch the end of a sentence, the words "-small dick!" really stood out.
"Okay, what's going on here?" Guy asked in his usual calm tone, crossing his arms as he observed the scene. It seemed that the children and Zombo had gotten into groups. Most people stood behind Kat, some behind Zombo, and a small amount just sat on the couch chatting. They all froze though as Guy came in.
"Nothing mama!" Kat squeaked, hurrying to wedge herself between Frosty and Crota.
With an unimpressed face, Guy shook his head. John and he shared a look as the other children rushed to sit down too, other than Quinn. She was too cool to rush to sit, instead plopping down leisurely. While poor Zombo was left standing awkwardly, giving a small wave to the three that had entered.
Gar was grinning widely. Yeah, he was liking this family more and more. As he looked over the crowd of children, he noticed how...unique each of them were.
"Kids, this is Gar," John informed, putting a hand on Gar's shoulder. A chorus of 'Hi's' were heard around the room. "Could you each introduce yourselves to him?"
Sighing as they'd been through this enough times before, everyone looked to Zombo first. It was always oldest to youngest, and that included when family friends or in this case a significant other were there.
"Well hey kid, welcome to this wonderful family," Zombo gave a friendly grin as he continued, "You can call me Zombo. I'm John's fiance and I'm twenty!'
Sighing, Quinn got up next. With a glittering smile, the Queen hummed, "I'm Quinn, the Plot Queen and official drinker of the family. If you want some weed I've got some, but it's mine so get your own." As Guy gave her a slightly disapproving look, she rolled her eyes as she added, "I'm seventeen," before sitting back down.
Next, Kat popped up, sticking her tongue out at Frosty and Crota as they filled her space again. Clearing her throat, she introduced herself, "I'm Kat, master of nothing except making fun of Zomboner and lover of Kit Kats! My age is fifteen!"
Zombo gave Kat a sour look at the sentence before going to John and wrapping an arm around his shoulder.
With a small urging look, Task ambled up from his spot on the floor. "I'm Tasky the Fire of Pureness, but everyone calls me Task," the teen grunted, "I'm apparently emo, and am fourteen."
With identical smile, the fraternal triplets jumped up.
"I'm going first!"
"No I am!'
"You got to go first last time!"
"MAMA, MOM," three voices shouted, turning to Guy and John respectively.
"It doesn't matter who goes first, just introduce yourself nicely boys," Guy sighed after having a silent conversation with John.
A few seconds ticked by before the three seemed to finally come to a decision
.
The first boy gave a mock salute, greeting Gar, "Heya, you can call me Randy!"
"I'm Crota!" The second told him.
"And Fury is reporting for duty!" The third declared.
Then, in usion, they chimed, "We're thirteen, and fraternal triplets."
As Gar watched the three boys, he wasn't sure they were thirteen, but dismissed the thought. He had better things to wonder about, like keeping everyone's name straight. Waving away the thought as another, smaller, boy stood from his seat beside two girls to introduce himself.
"Hi," the child murmured, waving slightly, "I'm Frost, but people usually call me Frosty. Apparently I'm going to melt in the end." Cracking a small smile, he continued, "Well, I'm-I'm…," looking down at his fingers, his eyebrows ruffled as he counted before announcing, "Yeah, I'm seven and half."
One of the girls that had been sitting next to Frost jumped up. The first thing Gar noticed has her bright red hair. Seriously, that couldn't be natural."Hi!" she piped cheerily. "I'm Pun, I'm totally not innocent at all, and I'm seven! Kat keeps telling me I'm an adorable cinnamon bun, but I'm also totally crazy!"
The girl on the other side of Frost stood as Pun took her seat. With a dazzling smile, and dimples appearing on her baby cheeks the girl hummed, "I'm Mini! I'm only five, but I'm strong, and I love playing trumpet and Pictures!" To show what she meant she brought up a pink camera with disney princess around the lens. She snapped a photo of Gar blinding him. She then giggled as she sat down.
Gar finally stepped up as Mini sat back down with a small nudge from John. Clearing his throat, he waved to the others, "Well, I'm Gar. Fifteen is my age and puns are my game."
"Right then," Guy nodded, putting his hands in his pockets, "Well then, it's about dinner time, so how about we three adults leave you kids to talk?" With choruses of agreement, John, Zombo, and Guy went to the kitchen.
As soon as the adults left the room the kids went back to their earlier argument: "I need the TV tonight to watch my show!" Quinn stated annoyed by the others unwilling to budge.
"But we wanna watch the newest episode of Orcs and Warhammers," The triplets whined all together.
"Boo hoo we can record it," Quinn replied sarcastically at the triplets. Orcs and Warhammers was there favorite show and unfortunately it was on the same night and time as Quinn's favorite show 'Angst and Angstier: How to make a man cry'.
The others just shook their heads in annoyance at the argument. Same shit different day. Deciding to be the mediator and stop the fight before it got worse Kat suggested, "What if we took Gar on a tour?"
"Fine," Quinn sighed, rolling her eyes.
"YAY! We get to show Gar around!" Mini shouted, ecstatic at showing the new boy around. Mini grabbed Gars hand and began to drag him on the tour the strength of the 5 year old surprising. The others followed wanting to make sure Mini didn't rip Gars arm off on accident.
As they went through all the rooms, Gar was surprised. They had enough rooms for all of the kids, some having more than one bed. They also had a extra room dedicated to being the family office. All and all the house was pretty big.
That made him wonder...how did they afford it? John and Guy must have had good paying jobs...or maybe. He let his imagination fly for a few minutes tell he was snapped out of it by the call of John, "Supper's ready!"
At that everyone ran to the dining room where a giant table was up. Everyone had their respective seats. The triplets and Task sat on a long wooden bench, the triplets elbowing each other as they sat down.
Quin, Kat, Pun, and Mini were on the other bench. Zombo sat next to John and Guy having 'adult talk'. Gar decidedly slid in next to Task sitting down. Task gave him a slight nod not saying much as the older boy sat down. The meal was hamburgers and hotdogs, A simple but always welcomed meal.
The others seemed just as excited digging into the food like starved wolves. The only one who was taking her time was Mini and that's because Kat had to help chop her hot dog into little bits. Finally when the hot dog was cut Mini gave a grin to Kat and began chowing down on the pieces. Now this was a family Gar could grow to love.