I was eternally thankful I had heard the front door open. Pete and I had been lying on my bed, still coming down from our highs, talking about the graduation ceremony when I heard the door being thrown open. We were off the bed and dressed in record time - I think about thirty seconds for Pete, but I had taken longer because my backside was still in pain.

Sheila had called up the stairs, informing me that she had picked up my brothers as well as some pizza. Pete and I combed our hair as we descended the stairs, trying to make ourselves presentable and to hide the fact that we've just had sex. My foster mother was a bit surprised to find that Pete was at the house, and Kyle kept throwing suspicious looks our way.

"I'm so grateful that you stopped by to help Greyson study for his finals, Pete." Sheila used a fork to cut her slice of pizza.

"It's no problem at all, Mrs. Broflovski."

"Please call me Sheila." She smiled widely at the Goth, who nodded in return with a small smile. "I hope you two behaved yourselves while we were gone."

"Of course."

I hid my snort of laughter with a cough. Kyle narrowed his eyes at me as Pete carefully patted me on the back.

"You okay, Grey?"

I nodded then stuck my tongue out at Kyle when Sheila wasn't looking. The two of us got into a staring contest, grey and green clashing. Ike managed to unknowingly distracted Pete and Sheila from the two of us by asking Pete about the graduation ceremony.

"'I know you two did something,'" Kyle mouthed, glare intensifying.

"'At least it wasn't on your bed,'" I shot back.

Disgust flashed in Kyle's emerald eyes. "'That is so gross.'"

"'But it was so awesome.'" I glanced at the other three at the table; Pete and Sheila were talking to Ike about high school. "'You weren't home.'"

'"I could have walked in, like that other time.'"

I rolled my eyes. "'Sorry, Dad.'" I sighed quietly, cooling my sarcasm. "'I'm sorry, bro.'" I've never called him that before; his eyebrows raised at the word. "'We didn't mean to get carried away. It just. . . happened.'"

Kyle's glare softened a bit into angry concern. "'Did you at least use protection?'"

"'No. But Pete is clean.'"

"'How do you know?'"

"'He got tested; he showed me the results. He's clean.'"

"'Are you?'"

I raised my eyebrows and half-lidded my eyes in my you've-got-to-be-shitting-me look. "'Yes, you nosy fuck.'" I shifted in my seat a bit then frowned. Something was soaking through my boxers and into my jeans. My eyes widened a bit when I realized what it was. I tapped the table to get Sheila's attention and motioned in the general direction of the bathroom.

"You may be excused, Grey, but wash your hands before you come back."

I gave her the thumbs up then hopped to my feet. Without a backwards glance, I rushed out of the diningroom before anyone could see the dark mark that I knew was on the back of my jeans. I darted quietly up the stairs and bolted into the bathroom.

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I returned to the dining room about five minutes later, free of Pete's cum and in a fresh pair of jeans. My family was still at the table, talking and eating. The atmosphere was comforting and happy, and I easily slid back into my seat. I was about to take a bite of my slice of pepperoni pizza when the front door opened again.

"What smells good?" Gerald called from the living room. He appeared in the diningroom doorway with a weary smile on his face. "Ah. . . That looks delicious. Hello, Pete," he added, glancing at my boyfriend as he sat down in his usual seat.

"Hello, Mr. Broflovski."

"Well. . . I've got some news." Gerald scooped up a piece of sausage pizza. "That social worker called."

Sheila set her fork down and looked a ther husband. "The one who brought Greyson here?"

Gerald nodded. "Yes. She found out about the. . . incident."

I glanced at Pete, but his attention was focused on my foster father. "What did she want?" he asked.

"She does not think this is the right environment for Greyson. She was in hysterics, carrying on about how she should have never left him here in South Park and whatnot. I think she was more upset than you've ever been, dear," he added, turning his brown eyes to his wife.

Kyle's mouth dropped open and Ike actually asked, "Is that even possible?"

Gerald ignored his youngest son's question. "She wants to place Greyson in a more suitable home."

"She can't do that!" Sheila growled, looking intimidating with her green eyes narrowed and mouth set in a deep frown. "I'm not giving up my son."

My heart swelled until I thought it would burst from my chest. Sheila called me her son! I've never been someone's son before, not even to my birth parents.

"You don't have to, dear."

"What?"

"What?"

"What?"

"What?"

"'What?'"

Gerald looked at each of us teenagers before turning his gaze back to his wife. "It took a while but I managed to calm her down. I told her she would be making a huge mistake by taking Greyson out of this environment." He took a bite of his pizza, chewed thoughtfully then swallowed. "I told her that Greyson has flourished while under our care. He has made friends. His grades are a whole lot better than they have ever been while he lived with other families. He is in a relationship with a responisible and caring young man." Gerald smiled at Pete, who gave a small smile in return. "I gave her the number to the school so Mr. Garrison and Mrs. Victoria can confirm my statements. I told her we would fight to keep Greyson in our home, but she had already made up her mind about letting him stay." His chocolate eyes shimmered with emotion. "She's not going to take our son away."

I stood up from my seat. All eyes were trained on me, but I ignore the stares. I stepped around the table until I stood before my foster father.

"Is everything okay, Greyson?" Gerald asked, worry making his wrinkles more prominent on his forehead.

Before I could register my own body's movements, I had my arms around the man's shoulders and was hugging him. I'm not usually one to show affection, unless it's toward Pete, but this moment called for it.

Gerald remained frozen for a few heartbeats before he hugged me back. The gesture lasted for a few seconds before I pulled away. I looked into his eyes and spoke clearly for the first time in years. "Thank you. . . Dad."

Tears formed in Gerald's eyes. But they were of happiness, not depression. "You're welcome, son."

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I will admit that I had to stop writing for a few mintues because I was laughing so damn hard. When Ike asks if it's possible for someone to be more upset than his mom, I fucking died! The joke came out of no where, and I had written it before I could actually think of something to put there.

Two or three more chapters to go. :]