Marcus P.O.V
Dad pulled the phone away from his ear. He looked in the direction of the stairs. He put the phone back to his ear. "I'm sorry I have to go, perhaps we can talk later? Great see you then." He hung up and started toward the stairs. I got restless the longer he was upstairs. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and crept up the stairs very quietly. Thank god for bionics. Well thank dad anyway. No need to boost his ego that much. I looked in the living room. And saw dad was talking to Principal Perry? "… just made bad choices when it came to friends." She was saying. She seemed unusually nice right now. "What do you mean by that?" My father asked. Neither one of them had noticed my presence. "Just something in my gut tells me those Davenport kids are bed seeds, and don't even get me started on Dooly." She answered. My father seemed to ponder this for a moment, but I know what he was really doing. He was looking over Principal Perry. Judging her, coming to a conclusion. "Well I've never met them, but maybe it's time I did. Marcus!" he yelled the last word. I didn't move. I waited until I came out of my hiding spot. "Yeah dad?" I said walking straight into the room. "How come you've never introduced me to your friends?" He asked. He was playing the role of the nice, concerned dad. The role he always played when we had guests. Although, Principal Perry may have liked him a lot more if he acted as he always did. "We always hang at their house." I say simply, shrugging my shoulders. "Well I think you should invite them over sometime, so I can meet them. What were their names again?" he pretended to think, "Adam, Bree, Chase, and Leo, was it?" He asked looking at me. I just nodded. "Invite them over after school tomorrow." He turned back to Perry, "Thanks for coming over and telling me." She nodded and stood up.
Leo P.O.V.
Yesterday was just weird, and somewhat amusing. I met my father, he treated Marcus like he was a bug, easily squashed, and Marcus was so scared. That part I couldn't completely figure out. I mean Peter isn't very intimidating. He's tall, but not very big. He's got a friendly smile, and a good feel to him. It's easy to warm up to him. I didn't sleep last night, I stayed up playing video games all night. Thank god it's a Saturday so I can't get into big trouble for it. But somewhere I around 7 AM I started to does off.
"What do you mean you can't do this anymore!" my mom yells. I'm sitting on the other side of the door, listening to the argument. "I can't be a dad anymore Tasha. It's not me and I'm sorry but I have to go." he wasn't yelling. Strange, he was the one who usually yelled. "We have a 3 year old son Peter!"
At that name I wake with a start. I look at the clock, its 10 AM. "Why so sleepy Leo?" someone asks from the door way. It's Peter. "Oh, um what, nothing, I mean I not really *yawn* tired." I say. He just smiles. He puts his hands up in a playful defense way and backs out of the room.
sorry for the being gone for so long. I had a lot to do and no idea what to write, so this chapter isn't very good. if your still reading then thank you :) remember to comment, good or bad I just want to know what you think.
