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50K SPECIAL! Adopting the weird kid (Tommy and SBI)

The request for this chapter was: could you do a one shot where it's the sbi family dynamic and maybe tommy is autistic and is being fostered by them, it may be too similar to your other book tho so you can switch it up a bit if you like : D

A/n So, I got this request and I was thinking about what to do with it. I'm already writing a Tommy and Tubbo adoption story (which you can read if you'd like) but also liked the idea of doing this all a bit differently. So without spoiling too much, this is another adoption story, but shorter, so like most of the other specials I write. 

Tommy's POV:

Another day at the kids home, things couldn't go fast enough for my liking. They still sent us to school, which I hated, and I still had homework, which I also hated. But when I went home, I was met with 5 adults who looked after us on a weekly rota, and screaming, shouting children ranging from the ages of 4 to 16. I hated the shouting and screaming. I missed the hugs and the quiet watching of tv.

2 years ago, I would have been picked up from school by my mum and she would have taken us home. And I would have done my homework whilst she cooked tea. And then we would watch tv together and I would go to bed. It was only us after my dad left, and I liked it that way. My mum was my best friend, now I didn't have any friends.

I'm pretty sure I'm autistic, I mentioned it to my social worker, and they've put me on the waiting list for one, but it will take a while. I may hate school, but I get good enough grades for nothing to be noticed about me. So, I have to wait, and just get on with it all regardless.

If you asked my classmates who I was, they might not even remember my name. I don't remember the last time I spoke that wasn't answering my name in a register, and I find the doodles I draw at the back of my book more interesting than the freckles and details of a persons face. To be honest, I'm not very good at drawing, but it's the only thing I actually do now. When I draw I get everything out my head onto a piece of paper, and then I get to pretend it doesn't exist. I've filled up so many sketchbooks in the past year, but my art teacher thinks it's great and she just gives me more for free.

This day in particular I was talking about, I got home from school and went straight up to my room as usual. I had my normal shower, because if you left it any later to have a shower, you wouldn't get to. A lot of kids, and not enough showers. And then, I lay in my box sized bedroom, listening to music on youtube, and doodling. I always left my homework to the last minute. And I didn't care about the size of the room, as long as it meant I was the only one in it. I spent so much time in that room. Too much time some might say. But when I'm not in there, I just pretend to be a person I'm not and that's so tiering, and I can't do that 24/7.

There was a knock at my door and I looked up to see Chris one of the people who looked after us, walking in. I liked Chris, he was the only one I truly liked out of all of them. The others were either so strict that I was scared to breath around them, or so patronising that they made you feel like a 5 year old. But Chris would give you time and space, and was kind. "Hey Tom."

"Hello Chris," oh yea, I forgot to tell you, everyone tells me I speak like a robot. It's just how I've always spoken.

"You have an okay day at school today?" I just shrugged my shoulders. I wasn't to tell him about that meltdown I had in a toilet cubicle because there was nowhere for me to go. And I definitely wasn't going to tell him about that group of boys in my year which have been making me late for all my lessons, which gets me in trouble, which stresses me out and in turn makes my day at school 10 times more impossible. "Okay, well I wanted to talk to you about adoption. We can talk here or in the office?"

"Here please."

"Okay, can I come in an sit down."

"If you can find a seat."

He laughed lightly, "I think I can manage that." Once he was sat down he started talking. "So at the moment, you're on our system for fostering, which means a family would look after you for a bit but you would get moved around a lot more."

I cut in, "but I'm the weird kid so even after 2 years I've not been in a single foster home."

"Well if you'd like, we can change it so your file says you're up for adoption and foster care. That way, if a family is wanting to look after a child long term, they could adopt you Tom. How does that sound?"

"It's okay with me. I'm just waiting to age out of the system, they'll put me in assisted living in a few months anyway."

"How do you feel about assisted living Tom?"

"Honestly?" He nodded. "Like I'm not ready for it. I've not really had a chance to grieve for my mum, and I don't have my diagnosis yet, so I'm barely clinging on for life. And I don't know what I want to do after my GCSE's or for a job. I need time to freeze for a bit, I guess."

"I'll ask again about that waiting list and can I email school about anything?"

"Nope, just more stupid kids and things I can't deal with."

"What happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it Chris."

"Okay, I won't ask, don't worry."

"I wasn't worrying about it."

"I'm sure you weren't. Would you like to come down and sign the adoption paperwork now or later?"

"I'll do it now." I got up from my bed, and Chris stood up from where he had been sat at the end of it.

"Come on then Tom." I read through it all within the next hour, signing it quickly and returning back put my room. And as I lay there in my bed, swimming in thoughts that were most certainly drowning me, I asked myself whether Mum would mine me being adopted? My answer: she wants me to be happy, and that's not happened yet, maybe it would happen if I was adopted. It was 7 pm by the time I snapped myself out of my own mind and pulled exercise books out my bag to get my homework done. Chris knocked at my door again, I looked up at him expectantly.

"You missed tea, would you like me to bring some up for you?"

"Not hungry."

"You've got to eat Tom."

"I'll eat it later," I sighed looking back down and trying to concentrate on the questions in my maths textbook. Luckily the next day was Friday. Weekends were good because I wasn't at school and I could doodle all day, and stay in my room. But weekends mean the home was busier and the kids would be loud.

"Talk to me Tom, something's up."

"Yep, because there's always something up. I'm the weird kid Chris, and there's always issues with the weird kids." He paused looking at me, mouth wide open, working out what to say. "I'll be down in 10 minutes."

"Come to the office when you come down, we can talk whilst you eat." Internally, I groaned but externally I gave a quiet nod and pretend to have become invested in my maths textbook. I let out a large breath as he left the room and closed the door behind him. Chris was great, and he cared, but some days I didn't even have the processing power for those who cared. In my mind, a single thought ran round in circles.

"When am I going to be happy?" And I couldn't give myself an answer. But from the story I'm about to tell you, you'll realise that it wasn't as long as I thought. Like me, life is weird. And life is weird like that because you often reach the lowest you've ever been and then life will change things for the better. And things become so much better than you can't understand how you were ever so upset. And then it will flip again. Life is weird like that.

A/n Hey. Thank you so much for reading, let me know what you think of this story so far!