Irreplaceable

Chapter Twenty-One

Angel's POV

June and I arrived at the foster house. The family was outside sitting on the front steps. There was a man, a woman, two small children, and a boy who looked about my age.

The children were blowing bubbles. They were both girls. They were wearing pink and purple tutus and fairy wings. They were so innocent and so happy. I wished I could be them.

June parked the car in the driveway and got out to go talk to the woman. I opened my door and went to retrieve my suitcases from the back.

I pulled them out and turned around to find the boy standing behind me.

"Need help?" he smiled. He was strikingly handsome. He was about three inches taller than me and his arms were ripped. Puberty basically ran him over. He had beautiful brown hair and green eyes. He was just perfect.

"Uh, y-yeah." I stuttered. I was in awe.

He smirked and took my suitcases from me. I watched him carry them inside.

June waved me over to her and the woman. The man had joined them now.

I walked over to them. I was met with smiling faces.

"Hi, Angel. I am Ruby and this is my husband, Rick."

I smiled, "Nice to meet you."

"So, you will be staying with them. They are really nice. I expect you to be nice as well." June looked at me sternly.

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes.

The boy came and stood next to them.

"This is our son, Mike." Ruby smiled.

Mike shook my hand.

"We adopted the two girls out there. Their family died in a fire, so they came to live with us, "Rick pointed to the taller girl, "She is the oldest and her name is Alison. The shorter one is Addison."

I nodded, "How old are they?"

"Alison is ten and Addison is nine," Ruby smiled proudly, "Oh, and Mike here is 18."

Mike was their own child. That's why he still lived there.

"I'll show you to your room." Mike looked at me.

I followed him inside.

The house was as beautiful on the inside as it was on the outside. It was fairly large. It had three stories.

Mike led me upstairs to a blank room. I saw my suitcases sitting in the corner.

"My parents wanted you to design it yourself." He explained when he saw my look of confusion.

"Oh, makes sense."

Everything was white including the bed set. I was surprised. I expected a big pink décor. Most people just assumed that all girls like pink. This girl likes blue.

"I think you'll like it here." Mike smiled.

"I hope so."

"You are, uh, really pretty by the way." He said awkwardly.

He thought I was pretty. This was a big movement.

Mike probably liked me because he didn't know the real me. He only saw my face, but he didn't see inside. When he saw the true me, he would probably leave me, too. Everyone always left me.

"Oh, thank you. You aren't so bad yourself." I fist bumped his arm. He really was strong because I felt my knuckles crack upon touching his arm.

I wiggled my hand around. Mike laughed at me, but grabbed my hand and kissed it.