LANE POV
Mom and Dad must be heavy sleepers; they slept through me slamming the door and Luke screaming. He then yelled, "You can't just slam the door on your problems!" (Even though I just did.)
MARCUS POV
I was in my room texting My Lane (I'm not good with pet names but he calls me his Marky Larky; not the best in the world but it's cute). I then heard my phone buzz
LL: Halo?
MM: No thanks
LL: Y u Busy?
MM: I'm about to eat dinner
MM: I'm about to eat dinner
MM: Twice my bad
LL: Naw s'ok bi lulz get it?
MM: Yes I do
LL: Ok then bye Marky Larky
MM: Wait there is something else I wanted to talk about
LL: Ok what is it?
MM: Have you told your parents yet
LL: Yes I told them to get milk
MM: Well that's good but that was not what I meant
LL: What then
MM: That your bi
LL: Marky you know they would not be ok with it and I wouldn't get to see you anymore and I don't want that :(
MM: That's why you SHOULD tell them
LL: You don't want to see me anymore?
MM: No I want them to see the real us
LL: There's a fake us?
MM: Well they don't realize that that we are together
LL: But we are that's all that matters
MM: Don't deny it you like hanging out at my house more
LL: Yeah It's just that my parents decided a couple months ago to become religious nut jobs
MM: Yeah that's not good
LL: At least we don't have to uncle Ruth's on Sundays and listen to a crazy cult leader instead
MM: just the way it is I guess
LL: Yeah
MM: But my dad was really supportive of me when I came out
LL: Yeah but your dad is not a cult member
MM: Doesn't Linka have a friend with two moms?
LL: Yeah but our parents and her parents don't exactly get along /
MM: Oh maybe I could help?
LL: I would love it if you do that
MM: Sounds great but in case they don't accept us can we have one last sleepover?
LL: Of course how about Friday?
MM: Sounds great see you then :)
I then put down my put down my phone and went to dinner. I could tell I was going to have an amazing Friday.
MARCUS' DAD POV
My family often questions my choice to adopt Marcus instead of having a kid biologically.
Well I am an independent man who doesn't need a woman. I adopted him when he was 2. He had a couple foster homes before me, and while he is legally not my son, he is my boy.
I was cooking us dinner when Dogmeat (Marcus named him after some video game character, I guess) knocked over the food
DOGMEAT POV
Mmm food wait the hoomins yelling at me am I a bad boi? Wait I'm outside now. Wait Squirrel BORK! BORK! Now the humans talking to himself again and he thinks his name is Mama Jills silly hoomin.