Requested by: Amazing_EndieLoverHD
~~~Johnnie's POV~~~
"This is Andie," I grabbed her file.
"He parents died when she was only a baby. She was mistreated by her grandparents when she was young. She has been in foster care since she was 10,"
"How old is she now?" Kyle asked, and I grabbed his hand entwining them together
"She is 14 years old now,"
"Can we meet her?" I asked.
"Of course only she's a little shy," I nodded.
She walked back, and a few minutes later she came back out with Andie by her side.
"Andie this is Johnie and Kyle Hall," She looked at us, and her eyes widen.
"She watches all your guys video I should of mention that," I smiled.
"Is everything okay Andie?" I asked as she guides her hand across the wall.
"I- I had never viewed a house this big," I was surprised she was talking she wasn't as shy as I thought.
"Want me to show you to your room?"
"My room?" She asked, and I nodded.
"I don't have to stay in the basement?" My face dropped I couldn't believe her Grandparents use to do that.
"No you get your own room," Her face lit up.
"Come on Kyle, and I will show you,"
"Thanks," I grabbed her hand.
We followed Kyle up the stairs coming to a stop right outside her bedroom door.
"Ready?" I asked, and she nodded.
I couldn't wait to show her the new room she'll be staying in. Kyle opened the door, and I watched the way her face lit up. She had a dresser in the corner a tv hanging on the wall, and there was a bathroom contacted to her room.
She had a queen size bed and her walk-in closet. If she didn't want this room, I would take it for myself. I'm kidding I'm not that selfish.
"Do you want to know the best part?" I asked.
"You can paint the wall any way you want,"
"Paint is in closet feeling free to express yourself," Kyle said placing her paint on her floor.
"We will leave you to it. I will bring your stuff up to you soon,"
"Thanks," She smiled and hugged us.
"You're welcome,"
~~~Kyle's POV~~~
"You think she's going to like it here?" I asked.
I grabbed her bags out of the truck carrying them into the house.
"I hope she does," Johnnie said walking in behind me.
"You know you could of helping me with her bag," I said carrying all her stuff inside and boy did she have a lot.
"I would have but," He wrapped his arms around my neck.
"But what?"
"That's the man job,"
"You're a man,"
"In this relationship, I'm more of the women,"
"Well then get to cooking. I'm going to take Andie her stuff," I said leaning and kissing his cheek.
I grabbed her bags and headed up toward her room.
"Andie?" I knocked.
"Come in," I opened the door to see her opening the paint.
"I brought your suitcases up where do you want me to put them?"
"Just over in the corner please," I nodded placing the suitcases in the corners.
"Dinner will be ready soon,"
"Thanks," She smiled.
"You're welcome," I said closing the door behind me heading downstairs.
~~~Couple Hours Later~~~
"Andie Dinner!" I yelled, but there was no reply.
"Maybe we should go and check on her," Johnnie said, and I nodded.
I grabbed Johnnie hand leading us up to Andie's room.
~~~Andie's POV~~~
I had my headphone in as I finish the last piece for tonight. All the stuff I painted on the wall was personal memories. When I was back at the foster home, I would always be drawing or painting. They said I have a talent, but I hardly doubt that.
I turned around to get some more paint noticing Kyle and Johnnie standing there. I took out my headphones mumbling my apology.
"No need to be sorry," Kyle said, and they took a glance around the room.
"This is amazing," I looked down.
"It's not that good,"
"Are you kidding me? You have a talent Andie," Johnnie said.
"Is this all your memories?" He asked, and I nodded.
"Care to explain them?" Kyle asked.
I didn't mind if I was going to be living with them. They will need to know my pass even if some is so horrible.
"This one," I walked over to the very first where I painted memories from my childhood.
"My very first day at the foster home when I was took from my grandparents,"
"They didn't always use to be like that they never did what they used too,"
"Locking you in the basement?" Johnnie asked, and I nodded moving to the next image.
"This was my first suicide attempt. I'm not proud of it, but it's a memory after that day I was taken from my grandparents,"
"This one right here was when I was a baby. I have been told about my parent's death, so I painted that,"
"I'm not done yet I still have a lot of work to do," I said.
"Well dinner is ready. Are you ready to eat?" Johnnie asked.
"Yeah," I said following them out the room taking one last look at my room before following them down the stairs.
This wasn't my best writing. Requests are still opened, I'm sorry if it wasn't how you wanted it.
Goodbyes are never endless
~Endlessgoodbyes~
