age
Phil: 39
Wilbur: 16
Techno: 16
Quakity: 15
Tommy: 13
Quakity P.O.V
Quakity woke up today knowing he would be getting called for a new foster placement he could say he was exited but the truth was with all the bad foster placements he's been through the dreaded times like these he leaned out his window taking a puff of his vape it was lime raspberry ice he didn't particularly like the flavor but it was the only vape he was able to get his hands on at the group home so he cherished he checked his clock 8:49 shit they would be leaving for the crafts at 9 he quickly ran to the bathroom washing his face his checks were still puffy from crying himself to sleep that night he scrunched his face in disgust he hated how he looked how his thick black hair was too long to itchy on his neck how his chocolate eyes made him look almost possessed how his skin was to pale his acne was to prominent he was to fat his checks were to puffy he was way too short for his age but most of all he hated his big ugly scar right over his left eye running from his lips to his way to big forehead and great now he was crying again god how pathetic he would look in front of his new foster family he just hoped they wouldn't beat him too bad he threw on some jeans a crew kneck and of course his lapd Benie to cover his ugly hair he hated most then he began to pack he knew he would hear his name any second now.
Quakity P.O.V
"Alex" he heard his social worker noah call god he hated that name he grabbed his stuff and ran downstairs on his way down he hugged his best friend charlie and told him not to worry he'll be back in a week or two he assumed he hoped in the car with noah and started picking at his nails a habit he caught from a young age the first time he smoked actually he didn't know why he did it maybe because the adrenaline or the anxiety of getting caught all he knew now was when he was really anxious he would do it foolish started to talk making him even more previous "listen alex i want you to be kind and please try with this family okay" quakity nodded sadly and put his headphones on he hated the rumbling of cars reminded him of the crash his mom died in as he played his music he yawned drifting off to sleep. "Were here" foolish said excitedly shaking quakity awake quakity grabbed his stuff and walked to the front door where philza was creepy waiting for them there "hi u must be Alex" he said smiling at quakity "its quakity" Alex mumbled staring at the floor "ok quakity it is then" philza said in a gentle manner odd they usually wanted nothing to do with what he felt comfortable with anyway he must've been putting on an act for phil. "Techno Wilbur come down and meet al- Quakaity "he said cutting himself off the boys clomped down the stairs quakity liked the boys one with wild crazy curls and a tall skinny figure and the other with pink braided hair and a strong muscular build followed by a decent height he assumed the younger boy tommy wasn't home or something since philza did not mention him quite yet even though philza wasn't really tall he was still taller than quakity which made quakity angry with himself great a new family and quakity was the shortest again "boys help quakity to his room please" phil said the boys walked up the stairs without words but i assumed they wanted me to follow them so i did.
Phil P.O.V
"ok so let's go over the basics" foolish began to speak reading Alexes folder out almost word for word phil knew what he was doing since he went through this with all his sons "ok his name is Alexis or Alex but he prefers to be called quakity please respect that" philza nodded quietly he went through the same drill with tommy he hated the name Thomas "he is 15 years old he has depression adhd and ptsd his triggers are cars or engines really he hated the noise reminds him of his past but thats not really my story to tell but thst can be helped by his noise canceling headphones drugs also trigger him he used to take a lot of them before he was put into juvie rehab at 14 no alchahol and especially no cigarets,vapes,blunts,cigars or anything of that nature that is the main thing he is addicted to and he will take whatever he can get his hands on just make sure he doesnt fall down the wrong path again" and thank you Phil I know this is a lot" "I'm happy to help Phil" says smiling he leads foolish out the door taking quakties file to his office "Boys he calls time for dinner."
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the odd boy
FanfictionPhilza fosters a lost quakity along with his 3 adopted son techno, wilbur, and tommy