Runs in the Family

"Amelia!!" Someone shouted causing my heart to jump.

"What!?" I grumbled as I placed my left hand over my heart, it was racing as if I had just seen a ghost.

"The pizza is here, come and eat."

"Ugh, no thank you!" I shouted back a bit disgusted. I was really starting to hate pizza.

I cursed the day when both my parents (Ryan and Brendon) decided to make Sunday nights, Pizza Night. I hate it more that they had decided to try every single type of pizza combination or style, sometimes they turned out to be disgusting, well at least to me.

"What are you going to eat then!?" Brendon shouted. I knew that if I didn't go out there and eat he was going to come drag me out of my room.

"I'm coming." I shouted in defeat.

I closed my laptop before walking out of my room and then I drag my feet down the hall into the kitchen were Ryan and Brendon were eating their pizza, well at least Ryan was, Brendon was more like stuffing his face.

"Can I just eat cereal?" I asked with a hopeful smile.

Brendon dropped his pizza and frowned at me, I hated it when he did that.

"Sunday night is-"

"Pizza night." I finished rolling my eyes as I walked to the pizza box on the counter.

I groaned as I realized it was spinach specialty, I grabbed the pizza and took a bite and turned around.

"I'm going to finish my homework." I announced and headed back to my room.

I closed my door and walked to window, I threw the pizza and hoped some dog would eat it that way I wouldn't be wasting food. I sighed and sat back in front of my laptop.

There were days when I just wished I had a mom and not two dads, life would be so much more easier. I would actually have someone who understood being a girl and all the emotions that come with that. And not to mention I wouldn't be made fun of at school. I just don't get it, if two people love each other it doesn't matter if they're green and blue, just that their love is true and pure. And people actually thought things were going to get better.

"Things just get worse in this world." I grumbled opening up my laptop to resume writing an essay about a book we had read in class.

"Amelia!!" Brendon shouted making my window tremble a bit.

I got up my chair and went into the living room where Brendon and Ryan were now sitting on the couch watching TV. I know one of them was my real dad but sometimes I can't help but to wonder which one. I remember one time I asked them and they grounded me saying I was insensitive to such a fragile subject, of course I came to my own defense and told them I had the right to know. It didn't really go well with them.

I'm betting a million dollars Brendon is my dad though Bronx, my best friend betted me a hundred thousand dollars that Ryan was my dad, we still have yet to figure it out.

"What is it?" I asked in a tired tone.

"Bronx is waiting for you in the porch."

My eyes widened and I couldn't help but to smile, I hadn't seen Bronx in a month! He had gone to Europe to explore as seeing he had graduated High School last year leaving me to survive senior year all alone.

I ran to the door opening it and running out to be met by the cool dying winter wind of Los Angeles.

"Bronx!" I shouted as I tackled him to the ground.

He chuckled and sat up still sitting on the grass, I sat up as well and smiled at him, I had really missed him.

"I'm back." He smirked with a small shrug.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes.

"That's all you can say? I'm back. How about Hey Amelia I missed you loads!" I spoke sarcastically.

"Of course I missed you idiot!" Bronx laughed shoving me lightly.

I smiled and batted my eyelashes. He was the best friend I could ever ask in my mind I constantly thanked Ryan for making Pete and Ashlee my godparents because thanks to that Bronx and I became closer.

We sat there in silent for about six minutes it was as if we were actually trying to believe that we were sitting right next to each other, we hadn't had any sense of communication at all after he left.

"I'm glad you're back." I told him with a smile.

He looked up at me and returned the smile and nodded. "Me too." He agreed with a small chuckle.

"I thought I was going to loose my mind all by myself out there and no mention I actually have some fans there, it's just crazy."

"Well wasn't the whole reason you went was to try and promote your singing career?"

Bronx sighed and shrugged.

"I don't know. I suppose it was but you know I'm not that type of guy."

"Yeah, I know Bronx. But I mean look at your family people are going to know you no matter what, your uncle won the super-bowl!"

"How about you? Your parents were famous back in the day."

"Now they're only famous for being gay and having their campaign of course I pay for the consequences at school." I grumbled.

I remember a couple of years ago we went to protest to bring gay marriage back and people just began to bash and make rude comments about my parents and it has only gotten worse, more people are against it than ever it's like all the progress that had been made in the early 2000s went back not just two steps back but a whole mile.

"I'll take you to school tomorrow, I have to go."

I stood up and I extended out my hand and helped Bronx up.

"Bye. See you tomorrow then."

Bronx pulled me into a tight bone crushing hug and I couldn't help but to smile as I smelled his scent, I had really missed him so much.

"I'm so happy you're back." I whispered.

"As am I." He replied pulling back.

I smiled and waved walking back into the house. I sighed feeling very happy.