Seven's POV
"Everyone's who is ten and up, get dressed, and come downstairs! It's visiting day and you guys know this. So far four couples are coming." Mrs. Role shouts through the speakers. A loud, protesting grown escapes my mouth and I slam my face into my pillow.
"But, that means getting out of bed!" I whine, even if nobody can hear me.
After a few minutes of lying there, wondering if I should really get up and attempt to be a presentable kid for the couples, I finally get up and take large steps over to my closet.
"Of course I don't have any nice clothes." I grumble before snatching up a pair of black skinny jeans, two different socks, an TØP shirt and a red hoodie with cats all over it.
I brush my fluffy, pink and black scene hair, brush my teeth, put deodorant on and throw on black and white converse.
So, maybe I don't look nice and clean-cut, but I don't want these couples to think I'm somebody I'm not.
I grab my cracked phone and worn out earbuds before walking down the hall with Heathens playing. (Off of YouTube, ha, I don't have any money to buy music off of iTunes.)
I sit down on the couch, pull my legs up to my chest, and put my head on my legs and hug them.
All my friends
are Heathens
take it slow.
Somebody taps my knee and I look up to see Mrs. Role tilting her head at the room where the kids meet the visiting couples and giving me an expecting look. I sigh and turn off the music, stuffing both phone and earbuds in my front pocket, before getting up and cautiously opening the door.
A man with sleeked back blonde hair, a business suit and a women with long black hair and a pretty white dress with a jean jacket on, are sitting on the couch on the other side of the coffee table.
"Hello, dear." the woman smiles warmly. I give her a small smile and sit on the couch opposite from them.
"Uh, hi.." I say shyly.
The man glances at my pink and black hair skeptically.
"What's your name, and how old are you?" he asks. I look them in the eye nervously.
"I-I'm twelve years old, I turn thirteen on September 18th, and my name is Seven."
The couple gives me a weird look. "Your name is Seven?"
I nod and look at my shaking hands. Damn, why am I so nervous?
The woman clears her throat and gives me another smile, but this time it was less kind and more forced. "Well, Seven, tell us some stuff about you. Like, why is your hair pink? What are you into?" the man more demands than asks. My eyes widen.
"M-my hair is pink because I really like this color it is, and I put black streaks because that's my other favorite color. I like to read and write fanfiction, I love YouTube, I don't have any social media though. A sport I really like is Archery, but I'd prefer to do something with music." I reply. The couple gives each other a look that says something, and the woman turns to me with a uneasy look.
"Seven, are you gay?"
I freeze. "U-uh n-no! I-I'm too yo-young I label m-myself right?" I stutter and look down at my shoes in fear. But, I am gay.
After a moment I have the guts to look at them again.
"You know homosexuality is wrong, right, Seven?" the man states. My blood boils.
"No it's not!" I protest, my voice getting slightly higher.
"Yes, yes it is. It's a sin. Boys like girls, girls like boys." he growls. At this, I stand up defensively.
"Excuse you! If two or three people or whatever make each other really happy, why does it matter if they're the same gender?" I snap angrily.
The man opens his mouth, but then Mrs. Role steps in the room with a worried expression. "Is everything alright in here?"
The man shakes his head. "No. Get this abomination out of my sight."
I gasp and the word sends a physical pain through my chest. I clench my teeth and push past Mrs. Role and run into the dining room where nobody can bother me. (We aren't allowed to go back to our rooms until all the visitors leave.)
I push back a chair, sit down, put my arms on the table and put my head in them.
Abomination.
Is that what I am? Is that how I'm seen?
I lay there with my head in my arms for a few more minutes before pulling out my phone, plugging in my earbuds, and going on YouTube.
I don't care if someone walks in.
Since I don't have my own YouTube channel, I don't get the notification when someone makes a new video, so I have to check myself.
I immediately search up 'DanandPhilGAMES'. A new video was uploaded, yesterday, when my phone was charging and I was sleeping. I look at the title and shriek loudly.
''DIL GETS A SIBLING WITH HUMAN FLESH!"
I gasp and quickly click on the video.
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"Hello! Dan and Phil Gamers!" Phil greeted the camera and smiled widely. "Why did you start without me?" Dan yelled and dove on the couch next to Phil. "That's what she said." Phil giggled. Dan shook his head. "For God's sake."
Phil looks at Dan and smiles excitedly. "Should we just flat-out tell them? Or like," he asks Dan.
Dan pulls a very sarcastic face. "What the hell do you mean, 'Should we just flat-out tell them'? Obviously. The video's not gonna be us staring at our phones for an hour and then we look up and throw up the news."
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By that, I'm already laughing. Just their smiles make me forget what currently happened.
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"Well, I didn't know if you wanted to, like, I don't know!" Phil protested. Dan raised his eyebrows and looked at the camera pointedly. "Phil Lester, everybody."
"Can we just tell them?" Phil whined and pulled a pouty face at him. "Should we say it at the same time, or do you wanna tell them, should I tell them. C'mon Phil I thought you worked this out."
Phil playfully punched Dan's shoulder. "Let's say it at the same time."
Dan nodded and they both look at the camera. They counted to three and shouted,
"Dan and Phil are adopting a kid!"
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I shriek very loudly and turn up the volume on my phone, smiling a very large smile.
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"Now, this DOES NOT mean Phan is real." Dan added very quickly. Phil nodded in agreement. "We're adopting someone, because one, London Orphanage is really full. Two, Phil wants to because we can't have a pet. Also so he can have somebody to team up with to go against me. Three, we have a random room, and we don't know what to do with it. Four-" Phil suddenly interrupted Dan.
"WE BOTH WANT TO BE FATHERS! WE WANT A KID! Uh, but-uh- not together. I mean we'll both sign the papers and pay for child-support, but we aren't having a kid as a couple!" Phil stutters the last bit. Dan face-palmed. "Well, we're gonna do discuss the rest of this. We promise we'll fully explain why we've decided to adopt in another video- soon."
They wave bye to the camera and it shuts off.
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Hold on, an ever-loving minute.
London Orphanage?!
That's my orphanage! Dan and Phil are adopting a kid, from London Orphanage! I squeal, a very manly squeal, I might add. (Yeah, right, Seven.) I turn off my phone and rip out my earbuds and bury my face into my hands. I'm smiling like an idiot and taking deep breaths.
"So, you watched the video a little late." A very familiar, beautiful voice says. My mouth falls open and I shakily pull my hands away from my face and look up at the two tall men standing on the other side of the dining table.
Holy shit. Pinch me. Oh my god. They're BEAUTIPHIL. They're perfect. Holy crap, they naturally glow. They're standing two feet away from me. Is this real life. If this is a dream I better not wake up. What the hell. Oh my god. I can die peacefully.
"Hi!" Dan and Phil exclaim at the same time.
My life is complete.
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Gay Dads [Adopted By Phan} (Complete!)
FanfictionSeven is a happy kid. He honestly only has two complaints with life, homophobes and having no parents. He's a twelve-year-old fanboy that's spent more time on the Internet than sleeping in his entire life. And he's part of the Phandom.
