On day four of my father coming out of hiding, he was well dressed in something no one had ever seen him in before. He was wearing a blue long sleeve shirt and a white t-shirt, black jeans, and a pair of black steel toed military combat boots.As for me, just one of my black T-shirts with white wording on it saying My Chemical Romance, and my holey jeans with my combat boots under them. For the cherry on top, I wear my favorite dark blue flannel shirt tied around my waist to make it look like I'm giving less fucks but more badass vines.
looks like we need to get more goddamn soda, for fuck sakes Jake, lay off my caffeine. I said to him, out of frustration.
why so you can have all of the soda for yourself? my brother asked to be an asshole.
actually yeah, that was my plan, because that soda you drank all of, was mine that I paid for myself asshole. I stated in an annoyed tone of voice.
In the end, Jake observed our father and realized that he may change for the greater good of mankind. His kids may be smart, but not smart enough to take down a world-wide super villain. Finally, I realized, or more likely my mother, that I was the result of an accidental mistake she and my father made. But here I am, still a mini version of my father with an older brother that's a pain in my ass. Obviously, it's my luck that I'm the youngest Wesker. I was born to stop my father from making that same mistake from Spencer's point of view. Which I miss Grandpa Spencer, that man may have caused some shitty chaos, but he was a sweet old man when it came to his grandkids.