house to house

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(Brandon's pov)

"Boys! Come down here, please!"

I get out of bed and I walk down the stairs. I go into the kitchen to see my mom making dinner and my dad sitting at the island, on his phone.

"Hi, B," my mom says. "What you up to?"

"Not much," I say as I sit down next to my dad, "I was just writing some more music."

She smiles, "Is it a new one?"

"Yea," I say. "I really like this one. I'm hoping it can be something more than just on my laptop."

"Me too," she says.

"Well what did you guys need?"

"We need your brothers too," my dad says.

"Boys!" My mom yells again. "Get down here!"

I chuckle, "Probably playing video games again."

"At least not all five of you play video games," my dad says. "At least one of you does cool shit."

I smile because my dad has never said something like that to me. He has never said that my music was "cool shit." He used to make fun of me for liking music. Always told me it was embarrassing and that I should be playing sports instead. He got over it after mom beat his ass.

"Hey, ma!" I look over to see the other four walk into the kitchen.

"Hi, Ed," my mom says.

Zion sits down next to me and Nick sits on the other side of dad. "What's for dinner?" Austin asks as he stands next to mom.

"Meatloaf."

"Hell yea!" Zion yells.

Mom chuckles, "I'm glad you guys like my meatloaf. Your grandma hates it."

"How is that even possible?" I ask. "That shit smacks."

"That's what I've been saying my whole life," my dad says.

Mom playfully rolls her eyes, "It has always been your father's favorite."

"I'm pretty sure it's everyone's favorite," Ed says.

Mom smiles, "Well hopefully it's two more people's favorite as well."

"Two more?" Austin asks.

"That's what we wanted to talk to you guys about," dad says.

"We are getting two more kids tonight."

"Tonight?" Nick asks. "Why so quick?"

"They need a place, Nick. They have nothing at all and we said we would take them," mom says.

I turn my head away from my parents and I roll my eyes. All five of us are adopted. My parents foster kids. We have had tons of kids stay here, but they don't ever adopt any. We just keep them here until someone wants to adopt them. My parents have came close to adopting a little girl, but it didn't go through so they are still stuck with us five boys.

Don't get me wrong, I love that they help kids who need it. I mean they helped all five of us. It makes me happy and we are all completely fine with it, but sometimes it gets exhausting.

We have to learn about new people again. We all have to share more space and share rooms with each other. Sometimes I wish it was just us seven, but my parents are just too good of people.

"How old are they?" Austin asks.

"They are both girls," dad says.

"Miranda is seventeen and Myra is five. They are sisters," mom says. "They have been to ten different foster homes in the past three months. Nobody wants them."