Desired Love (ProdxRoc)

Welcome Home.

(Sunday, August 25th, 3pm)

CraigPOV:

I sat on the doorsteps of my foster home, gripping on to my bags tightly and my gaze set upon the road, waiting for my new family to pull up and we'd be on our way.

Yes, I was finally getting adopted.

Which is rare...for someone my age to get adopted.

This foster home is more full of teenagers than the little kids, but then again, who wouldn't want a kid?

Oh wait I can answer that, my own Mom.

Yeah, my Mom left me on the doorstep of this same foster home, and ever since, I've been living this tragic lifestyle.

A gray Aston Martin Rapide car pulled up, impeding me from my thoughts; and I saw the faces of my new family. They got out of the car, and the lady, also know as Mrs.Lopez, walked over to me.

She wore a yellow jogging suit, and had a smile on her face that stretched ear to ear. She hugged me and as I hugged her back, smelling her cherry scent perfume.

"Craig! You're looking just as handsome as last time."

I smiled and softly said, "Thank you."

As she pulled away, Mr.Lopez came over and took my bags, greeting me with a smile and nod.

"Head to the car," Mrs.Lopez pointed towards it. "Our son is in there, and we'll be on our way to your new home once we have a small chat with Ms.Belgrate."

Ms.Belgrate. The foster home mother. The hate I have for her...

I nodded, and slowly walked to the car. I never met there son, and quite frankly, I didn't want to.

If he's attractive and I'll find interest in him, imagine what they'd do to me...

I sighed, and opened the door, to see a boy with two braids, and he turned his head towards me, taking his attention off from his iPhone 5.

I sat down on the seat, and closed the door. We sat in silence until he cleared his throat, and I turned to see him with a smile on his face.

"Hi...the name's Rayan. You?"

"Uh...hey. I'm Craig."

"You going to miss being here?"

I shook my head no and he mumbled an "Oh..." before turning his attention back to his phone.

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(4:15pm)

RayanPOV:

"We're here!," my Mom shouted out excitedly, waking Craig and I from our slumber. I looked over at Craig whos mouth was agape while staring at our house. I lowly chuckled, knowing he must've been amazed from seeing something as luxurious as this.

We got out of the car and my Mom patted his shoulder and smiled, "Welcome home, Craig!"

Once his bags were out of the car, and we walked inside of our house, my Mom turned to me.

"Going to make dinner, so Ray, show Craig to his room. Make him feel a bit comfortable."

My Dad walked off to the kitchen with my Mom and I turned to Craig who was looking at some of our family portraits hanging on the walls, and some that sat on our tables.

"So...you ready to see your room or--"

He turned to me and nodded. I observed him for a bit...he's really quiet, something that's not like my Mom, if you haven't caught on to that.