I'm taking a real good look at myself in the mirror.

I look like shit, as usual. Nice.

I ruffle my hair a bit so it looks more messed up; I was intending to piss off my Steven by looking messy and unkempt rather than what he expected; a perfect clean child.

When I glance at the mirror again and this time I look like a freak that stood in front of the world's hugest fan, I give a toothy grin. "Looking good." I pull a gray sweater out of my closet and pull it over my T-shirt, then step into some work boots and walk out of my room.

I head to the kitchen and see that my Steven is busy cooking, and my other dad's in the living room playing on Xbox.

"(Y/n), you look a mess," the Steven scolded when he caught eye of me approaching and I walked up to him.

"Thanks!" I responded cheerfully, throwing finger guns at him. My Steven looked at me and rolled his eyes, then went back to his business. "Hey, I'm going outside," I said, grabbing a bottle of water from the kitchen counter. "Stay safe then. Also, don't go out looking like that..." He said, looking at my hair, "Ryan, please tell (Y/n) to fix themself"

"(Y/n) or whatever your name is, go fix yourself" My other dad said while paying full attention to the TV.

"I will," I reply, turning and heading to the front door, not bothering to change anything.

I take a large gulp of water as I walk out of my house, and I take a seat on the front porch, sitting back and enjoying the cold wind as it blew.

I'm kinda living a very boring and uninteresting life. I needed something interesting to do. Something new. I'm tired of doing the same thing everyday.

I was thinking so much that I took a huge gulp of water without expecting it and it ran down the wrong pipe. I started hacking like a maniac and began suffering on the front porch.

...Where there were other people around outside that could see me...

...Watching me suffer.

My other dad—Ryan—conveniently opened the front door and saw me having an attack, so he came over and punched me in the back. I gasped, feeling my breath coming back to me and quickly pulled myself together.

"Oof...thanks."

"You're stupid (Y/N)."

"I know, thanks Dad."

I turned and saw that my neighbor who was mowing the lawn was watching me. I grinned and waved at him with a cringy, creepy smile, you know for funsies n' shit and he quickly went back to what he was doing, looking disturbed.

When my Ryan went back inside the house, I sat back down and put the water aside, sighing and thinking about what the heck I should do with my life.