Give Me Love (A Pentatonix Adoption Story)

Really? Really.

A/N Hey!

I just want to let everyone know that this is my first fanfic so don't expect much!

Also the title of the chapter was a small TFIOS reference. I couldn't help myself....

I'll try to make each chapter at least 1.5K words but it really depends on how much time I have.

Thanks!

-Trombone Girl

"Hey! Brats!" An obviously drunk Mrs. Arnold yelled up the stairs, "Guess what? Someone was dumb enough to want to adopt one of you!" She screeched cackling as she did so.

I jumped off of the top of the triple bunk bed that I shared with two other girls, not wanting to risk the punishment if I was late, and started sorting through the feeble collection I call my wardrobe. I ended up deciding on a navy blue PTX tee shirt, a pair of jeans, and a beanie. As I ran down the hall, already late, I was pinned to the wall by a very pissed Mrs. Arnold.

"Now little brat," she hissed. I could smell the alcohol radiating off of her as she spoke. "If you try to pull any funny business I will send the whip to your ass faster than you can say stop."

"Yes Mrs. Arnold." I say obediently, slipping past her and heading to the rec room.

"I mean it!" She calls after me before taking a sip from the flask that seems permanently attached to her hand.

I step into the room, it looks like the soon-to-be parents aren't here yet. I know the drill. I sit on the old, torn, black loveseat in the corner, quickly slip in my earbuds and choose a playlist off of my old, cracked ipod. I press shuffle and immediately Can't Sleep Love begins to play. I quietly sing along as the other girls who are unfortunate enough to reside in Mrs. Arnold's Home for Girls get settled with the activity of their choice.

I close my eyes and block every thing out except for Mitch Grassi, singing the chorus of Can't Sleep Love. I continue my singing even when the adopting couple walk in, I don't even bother to see who it is. About halfway through Run to You, I feel someone sit next to me. I glance up, only to see the one and only Scott Hoying sitting next to me.

I start freaking out and drop my ipod into my lap.

"You have a lovely voice." He says quietly.

I start shaking. "Th-thank you." I manage to mumble out of my clumsy star-stuck mouth.

He looks at my shirt before chuckling and saying, "Nice shirt."

"Thanks." I whisper looking down at my shirt before quickly standing up, deciding to leave so I don't embarrass myself further. I briskly walk out of the room.

As soon as I reach the stairs I break into a run, not bothering to take out my earbuds.

I run into the shared room I had with the rest of the girls and I pulled out the one thing that has kept me sane. My trombone. I quickly put it together and run through some scales before making the easy decision to practice all the music that I had been able to find on the days that I had signed up to use the computer. I decide to start on Amparito Roca (A/N this is a real song that my symphonic band is playing)

I'm so into the music that I don't notice when someone walks into the room and starts listening to me play. When I play the last note they start clapping, I look up and with all my dumb luck it's Mitch Grassi. "You're pretty good!" He says enthusiastically.

"Thanks." I sheepishly answer, unsuccessfully trying to hide behind my horn.

"What's your name?"