Hey every one! Here is a brand new chapter. But before I go into my thank
you's I have to tell you to read my new story, "Becoming a Duck." PLEASE?
I'll love you forever!.. Anyway, back to the reason you're here.
Spikey- I'm glad I could cheer you up! Thank you sooo much for being a dedicated reviewer. It help me write soo much! And I like nice Charlie too. I mean no offence Charlie but I always thought he was such a Mama's boy! LoL!
Crazy4nc128- I'm not sure were Ashely is coming in quite yet. I've gotten mixed reviews on her but I think it could be very interesting too. Hummm, guess you'll just have to wait and see, thanks so much for the review!
Gwyenth Hunter- thank you thank you thank you! I love getting reviews, and you are always so sweet! I hope you like this one two. It's a little different.
Nellie2- I know poor Adam, but I like torturing Adam. Thanks for your reviews. They are very helpful!
Anne198- :blush: you are tooo sweet. Thank you so much! I hope this chapter is good to! Tell me what you think.
Okay I wrote this chapter a little bit differently. I'm having fun experimenting with writing style so please tell me if this works. Thank you all for being such awesome reviewers!
(Today is Saturday, just to let ya'll know)
Gordon and Casey talked to me again this morning. They have decided that I need to see a therapist. They also let me know that they are "here for me".
Well newsflash I don't want you. I don't need a stinking therapist to ask me "how I feel about that". I know perfectly well how I feel. I can read my own freaking mind!
They told me that they noticed how strange I'd been acting lately. That it would be good for me to talk out all my feelings.
Now how in the Hell do they know I'm acting strangely! They've known me for all of three weeks. How do they know what I use to be like? I coulda been a member of a cult, I could have been running the mafia, I could have been a drag queen. They wouldn't know. They hadn't seen me in six maybe seven years. Maybe I've been a little more moody and yes I've been cynical as all hell. But they don't know that's any different from before. Wait a sec I've been cynical my entire life. See there nothing wrong with me.
Who the hell do they think they are marching up here and telling me I need therapy. Maybe they need therapy, there the nuts that are judging someone they don't know. They've don't know me, hell they don't even care. They're just shoving me off on to a counselor they don't have to worry about little old pain in their neck me. This is so stupid! Gosh I'm not depressed. There is no such thing.
My Father didn't believe in depression. He never bought into the whole it's a disease thing. According to him all depression is a flaw in a man's character. My Father would not stand one of his sons seeing a therapist. In fact the moment they told me I swear you could fell the ground shake as he rolled over in his grave.
I've been sulking in my room since they told me. How dare they shove their nose in my business? This is ludicrous. You know what, they cant tell me what to do. I'm sixteen years old and they are Not my parents.. Yeah I'll just go out there and tell them no.. Hell no. I got half way across the room when I stopped. Who am I kidding, I'm not going to march out there and tell them hell no. "Its official I have no backbone." I said aloud and flopped down on my bed.
Well I guess if I cant beat them; I should do exactly what they told me too. I thought having a total spark of geniuses. Really I had a good plan, I think Nick must have inhabited my body for a second or two. They said they wanted to know what's wrong. Well the absolute truth is I've been trying to be polite and not whine about all the dumb stuff that annoys me. I mean they did take me in. But they want me to open up. I will. I walked out with all the confidence in the world.
They were sitting at the table looking all satisfied with them selves. Charlie had a duck sleepover last night so all the team was sprawled out around the living room. I hadn't been invited. I could feel some anger and resentment just boiling up in me.
Oh yeah there here for me. They let their son have a team sleep over and did nothing when I wasn't invited. Yeah that's being there for me.
"Good morning Adam," Casey said in a singsong voice. She was way to damn happy in the morning. She smiled and grabbed a plate for me. I sat down waiting for the perfect moment. She handed over a plate with two disgusting eggs on it.
I looked up at her with a hard glare, "I don't eat eggs."
"Oh." Her face feel from its perfect white smile a crease appearing above her eyebrows. She took the plate away from me and walked back to the kitchen. She brought me out two pieces of toast. I got up and grabbed myself a glass of orange juice and the butter. I sat down making up my toast, taking a sip of my orange juice.
"Gross, I hate the pulp.." I said putting it back on to the table pushing it away from myself.
"God Adam your sixteen years old. You can be pissed at us all you want but drop this attitude now." Gordon said looking at me sternly. All the duck looked over our direction.
"You told me I'm suppose to talk to you. Tell you about my problems; well I have a problem with your orange juice. So I tell you about it and you get all over me?" I asked staring him in the eye.
"You right," Casey cut in, "We did ask for you to be more open with us." She said giving Gordon the calm down look.
"That's all I was trying to do." I said giving her an innocent look.
Gordon shot me a look of defeat and mumbled something that vaguely sounded like an apology. "There now this is going to take all of us a little getting use to," Casey said patting Gordon on the back. She smiled at me and I gave her a scowl.
I continued with this all day. I informed them I don't like the sheets on my bed, that Gordon's humming annoyed me to no end, I don't like having the blue box macaroni and cheese for lunch, you know the small stuff. But by the end of the day I could tell I was driving Gordon insane! We settled in for dinner around six. Let me rephrase that, by we I mean the "family" and, Connie, Guy, Goldburg, Julie, Jesse, Averman, and Russ.
We were having some kind of chicken meal. I took a bite a spit it out.
"What the hell is this?" I nearly yelled looking at Casey.
"Well it's my specialty," Gordon said my gazing shifting over to him. Gordon had never cooked before. "It's just chicken basted in.."
"What's in it?" I interrupted standing up trying to keep my cool at him.
"Adam sit back down. What is going on with you today?"" Casey said standing up looking at me concerned.
"Yes Adam what the hell is going on with you? This family has been nothing but patient with you but today you do not deserve it. You've been acting like a spoiled little brat. You can't get along with any one and were all trying. I'm through with you and your attitude."
I turned to look over at him. I have no idea why that hurt. I mean I don't care what these people think of me I mean don't even like them. I forced myself to sit back down trying to clear my head when my throat started to tighten reminding me of why I freaked out in the first place.
"God are you trying to poison me? Tell me right now is there or is there not any form of nuts, peanut epically, in this recipe?" I asked staring down at my plate. My voice was very soft and small.
Casey looked over at me very concerned. "Oh my gosh." She mumbled putting her head in her hands.
"Well yes." Gordon said still being all huffy. I got up going very quickly back to room. I came back out and grabbed the phone.
"What's going on Adam?" Charlie asked getting in front of me.
"I'm highly allergic to peanuts Charlie. I told you that." I said looking over at Casey. "My throat's closing over, I have to take a shot and head over to the emergency room." Charlie's eyes nearly popped out of his head. He looked over at me looking very worried, " It's just to be safe." I comforted slightly.
"Oh my God, Adam I completely forgot about that." Casey said. I looked up to see concern written all over her face. I nodded trying to comfort her and to not get mad at them. I told them the very first night I moved in. Stop it Adam just keep calm and yell at them later.
"Its fine, don't worry about it. Now can I just get a ride over to the hospital." I pulled out the syringe and slightly smiled when I saw Jesse turn slightly white. I turned not making them watch while I stuck myself with the antihistamine with an anti-inflammatory that would help with the reaction. Casey slid a coat up onto my shoulders.
"Come on, I'll take you over there. Guys you stay home and be good. I'll call you when I know how long will be." Casey said grabbing her keys kissing Gordon and Charlie on the way out. This was turning out to be a wonderful day.. I thought to myself with an eye roll.
Spikey- I'm glad I could cheer you up! Thank you sooo much for being a dedicated reviewer. It help me write soo much! And I like nice Charlie too. I mean no offence Charlie but I always thought he was such a Mama's boy! LoL!
Crazy4nc128- I'm not sure were Ashely is coming in quite yet. I've gotten mixed reviews on her but I think it could be very interesting too. Hummm, guess you'll just have to wait and see, thanks so much for the review!
Gwyenth Hunter- thank you thank you thank you! I love getting reviews, and you are always so sweet! I hope you like this one two. It's a little different.
Nellie2- I know poor Adam, but I like torturing Adam. Thanks for your reviews. They are very helpful!
Anne198- :blush: you are tooo sweet. Thank you so much! I hope this chapter is good to! Tell me what you think.
Okay I wrote this chapter a little bit differently. I'm having fun experimenting with writing style so please tell me if this works. Thank you all for being such awesome reviewers!
(Today is Saturday, just to let ya'll know)
Gordon and Casey talked to me again this morning. They have decided that I need to see a therapist. They also let me know that they are "here for me".
Well newsflash I don't want you. I don't need a stinking therapist to ask me "how I feel about that". I know perfectly well how I feel. I can read my own freaking mind!
They told me that they noticed how strange I'd been acting lately. That it would be good for me to talk out all my feelings.
Now how in the Hell do they know I'm acting strangely! They've known me for all of three weeks. How do they know what I use to be like? I coulda been a member of a cult, I could have been running the mafia, I could have been a drag queen. They wouldn't know. They hadn't seen me in six maybe seven years. Maybe I've been a little more moody and yes I've been cynical as all hell. But they don't know that's any different from before. Wait a sec I've been cynical my entire life. See there nothing wrong with me.
Who the hell do they think they are marching up here and telling me I need therapy. Maybe they need therapy, there the nuts that are judging someone they don't know. They've don't know me, hell they don't even care. They're just shoving me off on to a counselor they don't have to worry about little old pain in their neck me. This is so stupid! Gosh I'm not depressed. There is no such thing.
My Father didn't believe in depression. He never bought into the whole it's a disease thing. According to him all depression is a flaw in a man's character. My Father would not stand one of his sons seeing a therapist. In fact the moment they told me I swear you could fell the ground shake as he rolled over in his grave.
I've been sulking in my room since they told me. How dare they shove their nose in my business? This is ludicrous. You know what, they cant tell me what to do. I'm sixteen years old and they are Not my parents.. Yeah I'll just go out there and tell them no.. Hell no. I got half way across the room when I stopped. Who am I kidding, I'm not going to march out there and tell them hell no. "Its official I have no backbone." I said aloud and flopped down on my bed.
Well I guess if I cant beat them; I should do exactly what they told me too. I thought having a total spark of geniuses. Really I had a good plan, I think Nick must have inhabited my body for a second or two. They said they wanted to know what's wrong. Well the absolute truth is I've been trying to be polite and not whine about all the dumb stuff that annoys me. I mean they did take me in. But they want me to open up. I will. I walked out with all the confidence in the world.
They were sitting at the table looking all satisfied with them selves. Charlie had a duck sleepover last night so all the team was sprawled out around the living room. I hadn't been invited. I could feel some anger and resentment just boiling up in me.
Oh yeah there here for me. They let their son have a team sleep over and did nothing when I wasn't invited. Yeah that's being there for me.
"Good morning Adam," Casey said in a singsong voice. She was way to damn happy in the morning. She smiled and grabbed a plate for me. I sat down waiting for the perfect moment. She handed over a plate with two disgusting eggs on it.
I looked up at her with a hard glare, "I don't eat eggs."
"Oh." Her face feel from its perfect white smile a crease appearing above her eyebrows. She took the plate away from me and walked back to the kitchen. She brought me out two pieces of toast. I got up and grabbed myself a glass of orange juice and the butter. I sat down making up my toast, taking a sip of my orange juice.
"Gross, I hate the pulp.." I said putting it back on to the table pushing it away from myself.
"God Adam your sixteen years old. You can be pissed at us all you want but drop this attitude now." Gordon said looking at me sternly. All the duck looked over our direction.
"You told me I'm suppose to talk to you. Tell you about my problems; well I have a problem with your orange juice. So I tell you about it and you get all over me?" I asked staring him in the eye.
"You right," Casey cut in, "We did ask for you to be more open with us." She said giving Gordon the calm down look.
"That's all I was trying to do." I said giving her an innocent look.
Gordon shot me a look of defeat and mumbled something that vaguely sounded like an apology. "There now this is going to take all of us a little getting use to," Casey said patting Gordon on the back. She smiled at me and I gave her a scowl.
I continued with this all day. I informed them I don't like the sheets on my bed, that Gordon's humming annoyed me to no end, I don't like having the blue box macaroni and cheese for lunch, you know the small stuff. But by the end of the day I could tell I was driving Gordon insane! We settled in for dinner around six. Let me rephrase that, by we I mean the "family" and, Connie, Guy, Goldburg, Julie, Jesse, Averman, and Russ.
We were having some kind of chicken meal. I took a bite a spit it out.
"What the hell is this?" I nearly yelled looking at Casey.
"Well it's my specialty," Gordon said my gazing shifting over to him. Gordon had never cooked before. "It's just chicken basted in.."
"What's in it?" I interrupted standing up trying to keep my cool at him.
"Adam sit back down. What is going on with you today?"" Casey said standing up looking at me concerned.
"Yes Adam what the hell is going on with you? This family has been nothing but patient with you but today you do not deserve it. You've been acting like a spoiled little brat. You can't get along with any one and were all trying. I'm through with you and your attitude."
I turned to look over at him. I have no idea why that hurt. I mean I don't care what these people think of me I mean don't even like them. I forced myself to sit back down trying to clear my head when my throat started to tighten reminding me of why I freaked out in the first place.
"God are you trying to poison me? Tell me right now is there or is there not any form of nuts, peanut epically, in this recipe?" I asked staring down at my plate. My voice was very soft and small.
Casey looked over at me very concerned. "Oh my gosh." She mumbled putting her head in her hands.
"Well yes." Gordon said still being all huffy. I got up going very quickly back to room. I came back out and grabbed the phone.
"What's going on Adam?" Charlie asked getting in front of me.
"I'm highly allergic to peanuts Charlie. I told you that." I said looking over at Casey. "My throat's closing over, I have to take a shot and head over to the emergency room." Charlie's eyes nearly popped out of his head. He looked over at me looking very worried, " It's just to be safe." I comforted slightly.
"Oh my God, Adam I completely forgot about that." Casey said. I looked up to see concern written all over her face. I nodded trying to comfort her and to not get mad at them. I told them the very first night I moved in. Stop it Adam just keep calm and yell at them later.
"Its fine, don't worry about it. Now can I just get a ride over to the hospital." I pulled out the syringe and slightly smiled when I saw Jesse turn slightly white. I turned not making them watch while I stuck myself with the antihistamine with an anti-inflammatory that would help with the reaction. Casey slid a coat up onto my shoulders.
"Come on, I'll take you over there. Guys you stay home and be good. I'll call you when I know how long will be." Casey said grabbing her keys kissing Gordon and Charlie on the way out. This was turning out to be a wonderful day.. I thought to myself with an eye roll.