Home Is Just A Room

Chapter 3

*Troye's POV*

I walked quickly in the stinging November breeze. I repeated in my mind a billion times the little speech that I had prepared, torn between the will of insulting the two irresponsible parents and the will of letting Rachel and Jack live with us.
It's okay to have a certain opinion on something, if you don't like gay people that's okay with me. As long as you don't hurt them.
I already knew I wasn't going to ask about my working position in the house, it was clear that they weren't going to keep me as a piano teacher.

Almost without realising, I got there. The big house that had become so familiar over the years was now scary and intimidating. I quickly jogged over to the door and rang the doorbell.
I rolled my eyes when the old butler opened the door and told me to wait there. He came back a few minutes later, giving me an apologetic look and explaining that the Douglas weren't willing to see me.
I knew it wasn't the butler's fault, that's why I didn't say anything to him and instead shoved past him, stomping angrily inside the house.
I'm sure Miss Douglas got a heart attack seeing me scurrying inside the living room with no warning, calling her butler alarmed, "Marcus? Why did you let him inside?"
"Miss Douglas" I interrupted her abruptly, "I really need to talk with you"
"We fired you, there's nothing to talk about" she replied solemnly, crossing her legs and looked at me in disapproval.
"I don't care about that. What I wanted to say is that yesterday night your kids came to my house, saying you kicked them out" I started, struggling to keep my calm.
"That's pretty self-explanatory, isn't it?". She was probably expecting them to come to my house.
"Don't you realise how irresponsible that is? They could have been hurt, it was dark outside!"
"I hope they learned the lesson" she smiled bitterly. What the heck was she talking about?
"Listen, I'm not here to change your mind about gay people", I said shifting in my seat, "I'm just telling you that your kids, the ones you loved throughout the years, are extremely upset. I'm only asking you to forget about the other night and let them continue living here."
In that moment Mr Douglas arrived, too, placing his firm hand on his wife's shoulder. Perfect, I thought.
"Hello dear, Mr Mellet just-" The woman started chirping with her fake smile.
"I know, I heard" he said lowly and sharply. He then gazed at me,
"Mr Mellet, I'd like to invite you to leave"
I was shocked.
"I'm not until you get your kids back"
"Since you love these kids so much, why don't you keep them? I think we made it clear we don't want them anymore. And same thing for you". Geez, what a gentleman.
"Alright. I assume Rachel and Jack will be happier with Connor and I"
"I doubt they will happier with you two fags" Miss Douglas glared at me.
"We'll see" I sighed and left, not without noticing the astonished expression on the butler's face.

I needed to find a way to tell them. Connor and I weren't even married, we weren't planning on having kids. But, fate brought the two poor siblings in our lives and now there was no turning back.
I didn't think Jack would have any problem with it, missing his parents obviously, but my bigger concern was Rachel. She understood too well what was happening and I couldn't even imagine how upset she must feel.

I got home and a very on-edge Rachel opened the door.
"So?" She demanded with wide eyes. I pressed my lips and took a deep breath, looking back at her sadly.
"I knew it!" She exclaimed throwing her hands in the air, "You know what? Fine. It's okay, wonderful even. I mean, what else could I expect?" She nearly yelled in frustration and I didn't miss the tear that leaked from her eyes.
I hugged her really tight, but to my surprise she pushed against my chest and wiggled away from me. Without looking at anyone, or saying a word, she hurried upstairs and slammed the guest room's door, but we could still faintly hear her sobbing.

"Why Rachie cwies?" Jack murmured looking at Connor worriedly.
"She just needs some alone time, bud. Why don't you go watching tv in my room, yeah?" He proposed, sighing in relief once we were alone in the kitchen.
"Is that really so?" He asked me rubbing my back in a comforting manner.
"Yeah" I sighed buring my face in my hands. After a deep breath, I told him exactly what had happened and I could see his fists becoming tighter by every second I spoke.
"What are we gonna do?" I whispered on the verge of tears from how distressed I was.
"Troye, honey," Connor cooed cupping my face, "it won't be so bad. Sure, it's awful and they're gonna be upset for a while, but don't you love them, too? Don't you wanna show them what a real family feels like? The money is more than enough, luckily, and maybe one day we could even adopt them. Isn't that what you always wanted, Tro? To have kids?" He murmured kissing my temple.
"It's... It's just a lot to take in, I guess" I admitted brushing my hair out of my face.
"I know, it's okay to be scared. Don't think I'm not" he chuckled.

We then agreed on leaving Rachel alone for a while. She was old enough to know how to cope with her pain.

Jack, on the other side, didn't really question what was happening. Having his sister with him was enough to make him feel at home. He was a bit disoriented, understandably, but he was a very easygoing kid and didn't mind changes.
During the few hours they spent together, he and Connor had become surprisingly close and it didn't take much to see how much the kid adored the art teacher.

Connor was very different from Troye. He was calmer, full of patience especially with kids. That's what made him probably the favourite teacher of every kid attending the quartier's middle school. He was also very responsible, scolding Troye when he bought something unecessary or when he was late.
The American boy was also very fond of the discipline he taught, visual arts, and he didn't simply stick to teaching but he also wrote books and attended conferences on the matter, and it was undeniable that he was quite well-known in his field despite his young age.
It was no wonder that he had found someone equally dedicated to his passion.
Troye, too, basically lived for music. His repertory was as wide as one could imagine, it went from teaching classical music to attending blues jam sessions every Saturday. He was also a performer: he played background music in one of those fancy lounges where rich people threw cocktail parties, earning surely more than the average.
The secret to Connor and Troye's relationship, almost 2-years long and with a lot of ups and very very few downs, was probably the fact that they both lived doing what they loved and weren't consequently stressed as the average couple. That was quite an idyllic situation, obviously, but it didn't even cross their minds that Rachel and Jack would change it negatively. They were sure of their love and knew what they were putting themselves into.

Hello!! It's been a while :) I have a lot of ideas for this book so I should update pretty frequently.
I'm loving my summer vacation so far, though I have a lot of homework to do.
Regarding the story, the parents are assholes, I know. I wish Tronnor adopted me... who doesn't? Okay I'm ranting now

QOFC: Are you precise like Connor or always late like Troye?

Personally I'm like never never never late so more like Connor I have to say

Buh-bye