Seven 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.
Seven's POV The next day, I lie on my bed, mentally cursing myself for not getting a picture. I met my heroes, my idols, had a whole conversation with them, but didn't get a picture. Wow, Seven, you're so smart. A loud groan of frustration escapes my mouth, it directed towards myself. I sit up, grab my phone, plug in my earphones, and go on SoundCloud to listen to any song that could calm my anger at myself. A familiar song suddenly plays, and instantly my blood cools and my eyelids drop a bit. Well I was there on the day they sold the cause for the queen, and when then the lights all went out, we watched our lives on the screen. I hate the ending myself, but it started with an alright scene. It was the roar of the crowd, that gave me heartache to sing. It was a lie when they smiled, and said 'You won't feel a thing'. And was we ran from the cops, we laughed so hard it would sting. "Y'know, I might actually miss your voice." Someone says as they pull out on earphone. I didn't even realize I was singing along. I look up and see Mrs. and Mr. Role both giving me sad, yet happy smiles. There's a look in Mrs. Role's eyes she only gives kids she'll say bye to. Confused, I sit up. "What's wrong?" I ask them both. The married couple give each other a look before Mr. Role sighs with a tint of happiness, yet more sadness. "Seven, you've been such a great kid these past nine years. We love how you've kept being yourself, no matter what anybody says or does to you. We love your weird, nerdy, personality. You've been as happy as you were able to manage-Seven, what me and my husband want you to know, is that we love you like you're our own son. We wanted to adopt you ourselves, but we figured it wouldn't be different to you as you'd still live here with the same rules and people. We thought you wouldn't enjoy it." Mrs. Role admits, her eyes dull, but she also looks happy for me. "What are you saying? Why are you saying this?" I ask, confused. Are they retiring? Are they selling the place to somebody else? "Seven, one of the couples from yesterday want to adopt you." Realization hits me and my mouth forms a little 'o'. "What couple? It better not be that homophobic couple, because if it is, I'm not going with them." I growl and cross my arms. Mrs. Role chuckles. "Honey, I can't tell you which couple. There were four, remember?" "Dan and Phil aren't a couple-well I mean they totally are secretly-but society doesn't know that." I say. Mrs. Rose quirks up an eyebrow and smiles. "I think so too." Mr. Role pats my shoulder. "Pack all your stuff. They'll be taking you home in about a month." My eyes widen. "I have to pack this early?" "Yes.." "Ugh, fine, okay." They smile at me before leaving the small room. A few minutes later someone drops a medium-sized box at my door and waves at me before leaving. Geez, people act as if I'm leaving today. I grab the box and put my only clothes in it, my six posters, eyeliner, and my straightener. I look under my dresser and hesitate to grab the object. Hidden is a small, silver blade taken from a pencil sharpener. Do I need it? My throat turns dry and I reach out my now shaking hand for the small item. When my finger touches the cold, sharp end of it I immediately pull back. You might need it. A voice urges me. I jump and turn around, but nobody is there. I shake my head, force myself to grab the blade, and quickly toss it into the box. The pillows and covers on my bed belong to the orphanage, so I don't need to pack those. I close the box, push it towards my door, and jump onto my bed to watch YouTube. ---------------- A Month Later~ The month consisted of me hanging out with everybody, even Jame, random tiny concerts the orphanage demanded for me to sing, running around local areas with the other teens, re-dyeing my hair twice because Emali accidentally turned it blue when she meant to re-do the pink, and playing with the little kids. I'm actually going to miss this place. Javen, Hannah, Crystal, Jamalyn, and I are all sitting in my room making stupid puns with each other's names. Suddenly someone knocks on the door and hesitantly walks in. A grin forms on my face when I see Mrs. Role giving me a sad smile. "Seven, your new parents are here." The room goes quiet. This is the moment most of the kids were happy to hear for me, but sad for themselves. I gulp and turn to the small group of friends I had made in the short month. "Guys-" Javen puts a hand on my shoulder and he smiles at me warmly. "Go on, Seven, you've been waiting for nine years to get adopted." I smile back at the fourteen year-old, and for a moment we're both just smiling at each other before the rest of the group jumps on us. "Group hug!" Hannah yells. I laugh and I feel my eyes water. The group follow me downstairs, Jamalyn insisting she hold my box, but Crystal arguing that she wants to. We walk into the main room, and when I see who's standing there, I instantly stop, causing Javen to run into me. "Are you oka-ohh." he recognizes the two tall guys I would talk about everyday and force them to watch videos. "Hi Seven!" they both say at the same time. Dan looks at Phil weirdly. "That was creepy. Don't do that." Phil rolls his eyes before running up and capturing me in a hug. "We finally get to take you home!" he yells excitedly, and for the whole orphanage to hear. The rest of the kids come into the room, smiling little smiles when they see the moment I've been waiting for. When Phil pulls back I stare at him and Dan in shock, surprise, and a bunch of other emotions I can't explain. "Y-you're ad-adopting m-me?!" Dan smiles and nods. My jaw drops and I squeal loudly. "Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my GOD!" I launch forward and tackle them both in a hug. My eyes water again and I feel a tear roll down my face. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." I repeat and hug them tighter, crying. Dan's eyes have a soft gaze in them and he wipes the tears off my face. "Awe, stop crying Seven! You're going to make me cry!" Phil complains with a laugh, his eyes watering too. I smile at him, my vision blurry. I wipe my eyes and turn around to my friends, and I see that Javen has his phone at, snapping many pictures. He looks up from his phone and gives me a cheeky grin. "I'll send them all to you." he promises. I nod, walk over to him, and wrap my arms around his taller body. Javen rests his head on mine and hugs me back. "I'll miss you." he whispers before pulling back. "I'll miss you too." I say back, before motioning for the others to come over and we have one last, big group hug. "You have to remember to text us okay? And I'm pretty sure you'll get a new number though-since Mrs. Role doesn't like to pay for lines when kids are adopted, so write down our numbers on paper first okay?" Crystal instructs me, her eyes red and ready to cry. "Yes, mom." I laugh back with fake annoyance. I turn and look at all the other kids. "I wanna get a picture of everyone!" I shout and we go outside, telling everyone where to stand and what not. I take big steps back with Dan's phone, because I didn't want to take such a awesome picture with my crappy blurry camera. I snap several pictures, but the third one is my favorite. I stop and smile at it for a minute before going and saying bye to everyone. Most kids are crying, the rest have watery red eyes. I go over to Jame and hug him with friendliness. "Bye!" I chirp at him, and his face surprisingly breaks out in a small grin. "Bye, Seven." Phil takes my box to a taxi that was waiting for us, and we all climb in, waving bye to the orphanage that was waving bye to us. The taxi starts driving forward, and everyone chases after it still waving. The sight sends a pain through my chest, but a nice pain, and I weakly wave bye again. I roll down the window and shout, "So long and goodnight!"
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