Denial

**I know, it's been almost a month. No reason. Just not motivated. Finally decide to update. So you know I'm not dead or somethin'. Good news is I finished a Pacific Blue story and Im not gonna start another one for awhile until I get everything under control. started 3 novels, lol, one I stopped working on completely for the time being, startedthe sequel to Nightmare in the Park that I also have to update. The other novel is one i started earlier this week called sOmeone's Star about a girl you'd least likely to expect to get famous. If that made sense. Whatever.**

Ezra reluctantly took the phone. "Ezra?" it was his dad. He could stand his dad more than his mom. He was straight-up most of the time. He had been the one to straighten out Ez about why they adopted him. He wasn't perky like his mom. But he still hated him at times.

"Hey, dad," he answered, "heard you have another lab specimen. Bren, was it?" Ezra asked sarcastically. "Ezra, it was your mother's idea. We are getting better, son. Really. But don't blame it on me. I knew how you would act, but she didn't believe me."

"Okay dad. What'd you want?" Ezra asked, ignoring his dad's reasoning. "I already know you don't want to-" "Then forget it!" Ezra interupted angrily. "Ezra! Would you listen? Bren wants to meet you. You're his big brother now. I'd like you to come down. You can see your old friends if anything."

"Talk to Peter. I don't care."

"I've already talked to him. He says it's up to you." Ezra shot a glare at Peter. "Okay, dad. But if I have to put up with any of you or mom's shi-crap, than I'm out of there faster than you can say 'Bren'," he said lamely. "Okay, Ez. Thanks a lot. This means a lot to your mother. And me, of course." "Right." Ezra answered and gave the phone to Peter.

"I'm gonna start packing," Ezra mumbled. "Wait, so I can tell you when you're leaving," peter responded. He talked for a few minutes then hung up. "In a week. I'm going to take you to the airport andyour dad will pick you up. Sound alright?"

Ezra just nodded. "Ez, if you don't feel like you can do it then don't. It'll be hard, but I don't want you pressuring yourself." Peter said.

"I know. I kinda want to see the little brat. Plus I'm wondering if maybe, just maybe my parents are telling the truth."

Peter nodded. "You're a good one, Ezra."