Adopted By Troye Sivan

Chapter One

"I want a child. Preferably around 11-17" I listen through the wall at Miss Lydia's conversation with the new man, a considerable adopter. "I don't care about gender or sexualitay or anything like that. Past issues, trust issues, they're all fine. I don't care about eating disorders or if they're sick or...I just want a child who I can take to see the world" I gasp, pressing my ear farther into the wall. "I want someone who I can take on a plane with me to Australia, or Los Angeles, or London. I want someone to adventure with me. I want someone perfect"

"Well, Mr. Sivan" Miss Lydia sighs. "I can line up some possible children. But it will be quite alot"

"That's alright. That's alright. I have all day. Here, here's my papers from my house check"

"Very well, Mr. Sivan. How things work here is we'll line up all the children who are eligible and you can pick out, say, a handful to take into interview rooms. Then you make a decision, the child packs up, and heads home with you" Miss Lydia explains.

"That sounds great. Thank you" I bolt out of bed, forcing the brush through my wavy, refusing carmel hair. Though it's only halfway down my back, it's still a pain in the bum.

After brushing it out, I pull my hair into a messy bun in the back of my head and change out of my pajamas into a pair of black skinny jeans, a Nirvana t-shirt, black and white high-tops, and a white sweatshirt.

It's actually a nice orphanage, but after all the runaways, security buckled down. Miss Lydia stopped me from going on my nightly walks around the city in fear that I wouldn't come back.

Miss Lydia knocks on my door and I open it, blending into the group of orphans heading downstairs and handing my head. I'm not getting anywhere.

The smell of coconut fills my nostrils as the preteens and tweens pass, as that's obviously the only shampoo they use.

The children file out into a line and I keep my head hung low.

"Children, this is Mr. Troye Sivan" Miss Lydia introduces. I keep my head down. "You all know the drill. So c'mon now, present yourselves" I watch out of the corner of my eye as Troye pulls Lily, Andrew, and Suburbia out of the line.

Unexpectedly, a hand touches mine and I look up sheepishly. "C'mon darling" Troye says, leading me out to join the others.

Once he pulls Talia from the end of the line and everyone else departs, Troye starts one by one interviewing people, each about a half hour. I, are of course, left last.

I keep my head hung low as I sit in the corner. The hoodie of the sweatshirt hangs down in front of my face. One of my legs are bent, the other one bent. I pick the black nail polish off.

"Jess?" Troye calls as he exits the room with Talia. "Can you come back please, darling?" I stand up, dropping my head and walking over to him. "Hi, Jess. I'm Troye. C'mon in" He steps aside and I smile in appreciation, walking in.

"Hello" I say, sitting down in the provided chair next to him.

"Hi, Jess. How are you today?" Troye sits down, cocks his head to look at me, and folds his hands.

"I'm okay. You?"

"I'm great. Thanks for asking. So, Jess, I have a few questions for you. Is that okay?" I nod. "Alright then. Where do you want to see most in the world?"

"London. It's my dream to go to London" My eyes glass over ad I spin in the chair with my arms wide open and picture it.

"What's your favorite food, Jess?"

"Hmm...chicken. Not like chicken nuggets but like a real chicken breast. Like for a family dinner" I cringe at the last two words.

"Do you watch YouTube?"

"I watch a little Tyler Oakley every few months when I get the computer"

"If you feel uncomfortable with this one, then just don't answer" I nod. "How long have you been here?"

"Oh no. That's perfectly fine, I don't mind answering. Um...I've been here since I was five"

"Do you mind me asking what happened?"

"My parents were considered unstable. My dad used drugs and my mum was an alcoholic"

"I'm so sorry. So, Jess, do you know why I'm here today?"

"To adopt a child"

"Well, yes, but do you know why?" I shake my head. "I want someone to see the world with"

"I want to see the world"

"Would you like to come see the world with me, Jess?"

"I don't want to be a burden, Troye"

"You would never be a burden to me. Don't ever think you would be. So what do you say. I need someone to take to Los Angeles tomorrow"

"I-I'd love to!" I jump out of my seat, hugging Troye tight. I've found a family.