Maybe, Probably (Roy X reader)

Gay People.

Roy's pov

The car ride was quiet. The cops didn't want to talk to me or something. No explanation on where I was going. They didn't tell me who I was going to be staying with. I would have asked but I really didn't care as much at this point. I just wanted to get back to my friends. We had important research to do and now we are split up! I can't even text or call them because my phone was lost in the house fire. Just like all of my other valuables. I wish I had Blue J. with me.. AHH shit I'm thinking about him again. I thought I had told myself not to do that so I wouldn't cry or some other baby shit. Too late. My eyes already started to sting with tears.  
"Hey, are you ok, kid? I know it can be scary to meet a new family sometimes. I was in the foster system for a while you know." Said the passenger seat. She turned around to face me.
Shit, she noticed my tears. 
"Yeah, I'm fine." I snapped.
"Alright. You don't have to worry y'know. This family seemed really nice when we met them."  she turned back to face forward.
I would never admit the real reason I was tearing up. Not to this random ass family, not to these cops, not even my friends. Well.. maybe, Y/n. They listened every time they caught me crying and might actually be able to be trusted with this information.. 
But that does NOT matter right now. We have arrived. 
The house was small but not really small. It looked like it had two floors and was painted a light yellow on the outside. Hundreds of flowers grew around outside of the house and there were probably even more in the back. Greeeeeeat, a flower family. 
The cop who was driving the car knocked on the door. I could hear loud bustling and clanging from inside the house before the door opened. A very pale man wearing a sweater and a jumper opened the door. A sweater in this weather? His shoulder length white hair was a mess and had leaves in it. He seemed out of breath. 
"Afternoon, police man! What can I do you for?" He asked. He pulled his hair out of his face into a low ponytail. Wait, were his eyes red? 
"I'm sure you'd be glad to do it for free." The police muttered under his breath. What was that supposed to mean?
"What?" Asked the man, confused.
"What? Nothing. Just dropping off the boy you two are going to foster. Introduce yourself, Roy" The cop said quickly.
"Oh! Oh my goodness! Hi there! My name is Milo! One second!" Said the pale man. He leaned inside the door frame and faced into the house.
"OY STEVEN!! THE KID'S HERE!!" He shouted. More clanging and bustling noises. Then another man stood next to Milo. Holy crap! I recognized him!
"Steve? What the heck are you doing here?" I asked. 
"This is MY house kid. Where else would I be? Ya think I live at the yacht club?" Said the man with familiar brown hair and stubble. 
I never took Steve as a flower guy..
"Alright, you two, I'm just going to need you to sign something real quick and then you'll be good to go." Said the cop in a tense voice. The way he said You Two sounded odd..
"Ok! Stevie go get a pen, will you?" Asked Milo.
"No no. Don't go anywhere. I have a pen right here." the officer pulled a pen out of the pocket of his uniform and handed it to Milo and Steve. 
They each signed a document after taking an excruciatingly long time to read it in its entirety. (ALWAYS read the fine print kids.) 
"Alright you're all good. Careful with the kid, OK? he's been through a lot. Don't act weird or anything." The cop said bitterly before taking the document and returning to the police car. It drove away.
"He was acting kinda weird." I noticed.
"Of course he was. That's Carl. We have had to consult with him a lot during the process and we think he's a huge homophobe. He always acts so weird around us and makes very rude comments under his breath. Usually about us being molesters or whores. Carl's super fun." Commented Milo. 
"Alright kid, come inside. We need to give you a tour and lay down the ground rules." Said Steve. He guided us both inside and closed the door. The inside was wildly different from the outside. The walls were almost fully covered with weird art pieces, posters, anatomically correct drawings of plants, and random shit like an Oregon licence plate that said '149 ONC' and a few records. The wall paper was a sort of pastel, dusty, desaturated green. In this main entryway room there was a couch and a TV in one corner near a window and beyond a wall with an archway door and a glassless window was the kitchen. The kitchen was also the dining room as it had a table and chairs and near the fridge was the door to the backyard. Next to the door to the kitchen were the stairs to the second floor. The ceiling above the stairs was covered in fake cobwebs and fairy lights. There were 4 rooms upstairs. The guestroom, the master bedroom, my new room, and the bathroom. I'm not allowed in the backyard or the master bedroom. The guestroom is full of dust with one twin sized bed directly in the center. The bathroom has a bunch of mismatched colored tile and there was a glossy wooden statue of a bear sitting on its hind legs right across from the toilet. Milo says that you can tell the bear secrets if you need to. How did Steve end up with this guy? My room was last on the tour. It reminded me a lot of my parents' house. Beige walls, a wardrobe, a window and a bed. Only difference is that the room is a lot smaller and the bed isn't a canopy.
"We left room for you to add your own spark to it! Each room of the house has its own spark." Explained Milo.
"Thanks. I don't have much stuff to really 'spark' it though." I said.
"You'll figure it out." dismissed Steve.
"Steve! Go get the other bear! I'm going to help Roy add spark to this place!" Exclaimed Milo.
"Oh you really don't-" 
"Alright Roy, what do you have in your backpack that's really 'you?' Like not your clothes and toothpaste. Unless you really like clothes in toothpaste." Milo interrupted me.
Steve turned and hurried down the stairs.
"Not much.. Most of my stuff burnt away." I explained.
"Oh my gosh that's awful! We'll have to fix that! STEVE!! WHILE YOU'RE DOWN THERE GET- what's your favorite music artist, sunshine? And any shows or movies you like? Musicals?" 
"Uhm... I like, uh, Lemon Demon, I guess and, uh, Also South Park.. DHMIS.."
"Ok! Wonderful! GET THE SOUTH PARK SHIT AND THE LEMON DEMON SHIT!! AND DO WE HAVE ANY DON'T HUG ME I'M SCARED STUFF?!"
"I THINK SO?! I'LL HAVE TO CHECK!!" replied Steve from downstairs. "AND STOP SHOUTING PROFANITIES ACROSS THE HOUSE!! SHAROL IS GOING TO PUT IN A NOISE COMPLAINT AGAIN!!"
I was surprised. 
"You're fine with cussing in front of kids?" I asked.
"Well not around random kids at, like, the playground or anything. But you're a teen and you live with us so I think it's fine. You're fine with it right?" Answered Milo.
"Well, I mean, yeah I am. It's just that my parents would totally freak out if someone even dared to say the word damn if I was around." I explained.
"Well Stevie and I are nothing like those old scumbags. At least I think we aren't. We never knew them. Y'know I was in the rebellion against the cult! That's where I met Stevia. You and your friends did a great job! I hadn't even known that there was a cult in town but I'm glad we're rid of em! I actually grew up next to a cult. It was super weird because they all lived in the house next to my childhood home. It was in California. Have you noticed that a lot of cults eventually spread to California? Like I was looking at various Wikipedia articles and a lot of them end up in California at some point. Speaking of California I-"
"Oh stop jabbering his ears off. He needs time to go to college at SOME point in his life. I got some stuff. Including the other bear.. are you sure about the bear, Tulip? This one is way creepier than the other one." Said Steve from the doorway. He was lugging an armful of trinkets and papers as well as dragging another wooden bear statue behind him. 
This one was much creepier. The paint on the eyes must have dripped during production so now it had streaks of black down its face and instead of the placid expression of the one in the bathroom, this one was grinning. Who ever decided this was a good idea?
"Oh I didn't mean that bear. I meant the other bear." Said Milo.
"What other bear? This is the only one I could find." protested Steve
"No that's the basement bear. The other bear is just under some things." This house has a basement?
"Well now the other bear is going to have to be the basement bear because I am not dragging this one down and another one up those stairs again." 
"But the other one is way less creepy. This one is in the basement because it has sharp teeth."
"Not the only reason it should be in the basement.."
"I love it." I butted in. Milo and Steve turned to look at me.
"Really?" Asked Milo.
"Wonderful! See Milo? The kid has taste. Let him have the basement bear." Steve gestured toward me.
"Oh you just don't want to lug a bear up the stairs again. But I suppose if Roy likes this one then it's OK." Said Milo.
"I do. It's cool." I said. 
"Well then it's settled." Milo exclaimed. "Let's get to work and make this room nice!"