Previously:
"I already know I'm adopted."

Pops just shakes his head and takeshis phone out of his pocket before walking to the kitchen.

Now I'm just *confused pikachu*

And now:
Dad arrived about ten minutes. He and pops have been talking in the kitchen for a while. They are probably mad that I got into a fight.  I'm so getting grounded.

"Hey there bud."

There goes Dad using that voice. The kind of voice where you know shits about to go down and he expects a big reaction.

"Hey Dad. Am I grounded?"

He laughs slightly and looks out of the window before turning off the T.V.

"No. But I do need to day something. Your father and I agreed that it was best that I tell you. I the more eloquent one after all."

I smile slightly and make a "go on" motion with my hand. Pops enters from the kitchen with a plate of mint cookies and sits in the old pink armchair that belonged to my grandma. Both Dad and I HATE mint cookies, so pops never has to share.

Dad takes a deep breath and starts his speech, obviously prepared for drama, his shoulders are tensed.

"Alright so what I'm going to tell you is gonna sound like those fantasy novels you read, but here goes."

To be continued...

A/n

I know it's short but I'm tired Fuck you