Alexander Pov
"Was That fun?" Laf asked, starting the car.

"Surprisingly, Yes." I told him. He smiled and started to drive.

"So...how about this weather?" He asked, smirking.

I snickered, and looked out the window.

So this is how it feels to be normal. This is how it feels to be loved. I haven't felt that since...I was eleven.

That warm feeling that rises up in your chest and knowing that it would be okay. I guess in that sense I can be brave because I have felt the worst.

I know what it's like to be staring death in the fucking face, and laugh at it. I've gone through many stages of grief. The fear of not knowing what's next. Fear is complex. There's many kinds of it. Take, dread for example.

The trembling, clumsy, heart pounding, sweat beading, short breath, muffled noises, shearing white screaming in your whole body, but you can't understand it because it's muffled under your own fear.

Alright.

Fuck happy thoughts then.

I'm a poet and I am not even cognizant of it. Heh. It's a play on words. Get it? Because it goes I'm a poet and I didn't even know it and yeah... I need help.

"We're hooome!" Laf told me, screeching the car to a stop, almost making me slam my head on the dashboard.

"You shouldn't have a drivers license." I muttered.

"I know." He stated, smiling.

I scoffed and hopped out of his car. I followed him inside.

"Honey! I'm hoome!" He called, in a high pitched voice.

"Laf! I didn't know your voice hadn't dropped yet!" I exclaimed, being fake shook.
(It was shocked but my phone autocorrected and so I'm leaving it as shook 😂)

"Hello boys. You have school on Monday so don't stay up to late." Martha said.

"I knoow. Do I have to go to school on Monday?" He asked.

Martha handed us some toast.

"Yes. You have to show Alec around!" She exclaimed.

I hesitantly ate the toast. I'm still getting used to the 'nice foster parents' thing.

"But mommm! He knows John and Herc!" Laf said.

My eyes widened. I didn't know Laf was their actual son.

"No, you're going to school and that's final." Martha said, smirking.

Laf let out a huff. "I tried. Wanna play TF2?" He asked.

"...s-sure." I muttered.

What the hell is TF2? I followed him into his room.

"Wanna switch off when we die or when the round is over?" He asked.

"Round?" I asked.

He nodded and turned on his computer.

"Are you being fostered or are you actually their kid?" I asked.

"Well I'm kind of their kid. They can't have kids cuz of...gross stuff and I was fostered for about four years before they made it final and actually adopted me." He told me, sipping his drink.

"Oh. Another thing...what's TF2?"

He spit out his drink. "WHAT?!"