The Foster Home for YouTubers (YouTube FanFic)

[Chapter 12] Chad's Plans

-Giovanna's POV-

The way to learn things in the Holland mansion as a maid is to be "cleaning" wherever there's a juicy conversation. And that's how I found out about Chad's plans for the Holland children.

I was cleaning the windows in the lobby when Chad and Theresa walked down the stairs.

"Children!" Theresa called, "Please come to the lobby!"

Anthony and Ian were the first ones to respond. They came from Ian's bedroom laughing their heads off. Next was Pewds and Marzia, but they came from different directions and neither looked at each other. Then Joey walked out of the bathroom, zipping up his pants and Mari came from the gaming room. And then there was Kalel, in all her greatness as she strode down the stairs with her "grace" and "beauty" that Charles adored.

"Okay, we have some news for you." Theresa smiled widely, looking up at Chad.

"Please don't tell me we're getting another kid." Kalel retorted.

"No no no!" Chad reassured her. "Actually, we, well I, need all of you to help me with something."

They all gave Chad a confused look.

"You see, my friends and I have created a video sharing website, called YouTube." He explained. "And I would love it if you guys would help me make it popular by you posting videos of your own for millions to watch."

"What do you mean?" Ian questioned.

"Well, I'll give you all some camcorders. And Theresa and I have invested in an office that will soon be built for you all to upload and edit the videos. Francesca?" He shouted.

I glared at Francesca as she walked into the lobby, struggling to carry a box full of technological equipment. She placed the box on the floor and wiped her forehead from the sweat. "There you go, Mr. Hurley." And she scurried away.

Chad bent down and picked up the cameras out of the box. "Each of you will get a camera to videotape whatever you choose to do. Just please, no pornos." And he distributed the cameras to each of them.

"What are we supposed to record?" Anthony inquired.

"Whatever you want! It could be a video blog, a tutorial, anything!" Chad answered. "Now, I'd like your first video to be up within a week, if that's not too much to ask."

"Now go!" Theresa sang. "Be free!"

Pewds, Ian, Anthony, Joey, Mari, Marzia, and Kalel all walked away, examining the cameras as they tried to figure out how they worked.

My attention from Anthony was interrupted when I saw the quarter's door closed shut. I put down the cleaning supplies and descended the staircase.

I walked into Shane's room to see him pacing back and forth.

"Were you spying on everybody?" I asked him.

He looked at me, "I don't like that Chad guy."

"Why?"

He ran his fingers through his hair. "He's just like Charles. He forgets about you and me. You know, we are Theresa's children too."

"Shane, you have to realize, she may have taken us in, but we're not like the rest of them."

"It's not fair! We're JUST like them. We were without a home. We're young! What difference is there between them and us?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "You just have to get used to it."

"No. We shouldn't have to 'get used to it.'" He practically yelled at me. "We're teenagers. We shouldn't be stuck cleaning up people's shit! It's not fucking right!"

I sighed, "Well we can't do anything about it!"

The corner of Shane's lips curled up into a smirk.

"Oh crap, what idea did I just give you?" I questioned cautiously.

He grabbed my shoulders, "You and I, Giovanna, are going to be making our own blogs. About whatever we want to talk about. And we're going to be better than all of those bitches."

I was scared. I thought he was going mad. "But...how?" I dared to ask.

He stepped back and sighed, "Well...we're going to need a camera...and then a computer to upload and edit."

"I don't know how to use that kind of stuff." I remarked.

"We'll just have to learn." He smiled. "And we can use the computers after everyone goes to bed. Are you in?"

I rolled my eyes, "Sure. Why not?"

I hadn't realized it before, but Shane was beaten up...badly. He had a black eye, a cut on his cheek, and bruises on his arms. And god knows what condition his legs were in...

"What happened?" I inquired as I took a step toward him to get a better look at the damage.

He chuckled nervously, "What are you talking about?"

"You know what I'm talking about, Shane." I looked up into his eyes, I knew he was keeping something from me.

He walked away from me and over to his dresser, where he picked up a bag of frozen corn. He put it up to his eye.

"Did someone do this to you?" I walked over to him and turned him so that he was facing me.

"I don't want to talk about it, Giovanna." He mumbled under his breath.

"Tell me who did this to you." I demanded in a stern tone.

"No!" He argued.

"Shane!" I whined.

"Fine!" He shouted. He rolled his one good eye, "Anthony did this to me."

"What?" I was perplexed. "Why would he do that?"

"I don't know!" He answered. "All I know is that Anthony came looking for me to beat me up. I got away, but he found me again!"

I sighed, "I'm so sorry."

"I told you I didn't like him."

"You only said it though because you have feelings for me."

He didn't say anything, just stare into my eyes. "I care about you, Giovanna. I really do. And, as a friend, I don't think he deserves a girl like you."

I blushed, "I appreciate your opinion, Shane. But I love him." I crested his cheek, "I just want to know why he would beat you up."

Shane sighed and sat down on his bed. I walked out of the room to get the first aid kit to help fix Shane's wounds. I walked back in, but he was missing.

"What the...?" I looked down at the ground and saw the frozen bag of corn was laying on the wooden floors and that the sheets on his bed were pulled down, indicating he ran off somewhere. "God damn it, Shane!" And I stormed out of the room to stop him from whatever trouble he was going to get in.