One shots

Haha. Another adoption on. Ok i think this is the last of them

"Come on Rory!" Leah whined.
"Fine," I sigh, "I'm doing this for you."
"No, you're doing this for you. I think you'll like him," she remarked.
"You say that every time," I reminded her.
"I know. Every time I lie just to get you off your bed. This time, I mean it."
"Ok," I said leading her downstairs.

"Why would you want someone from the age of sixteen and up?" I questioned as we got down our decline.
"Easier," Leah said plainly.
"Easier?" I questioned.
"You'll find out." I shrugged. She pushed the door to the interview room open. I was the only person sixteen or older left. I sighed and plonked myself down, not daring to look up.
"Hey," a voice said.
"Hi," I replied shyly.
"Shy?" He asked. I simply nodded.
"Hehe, I know this is a bit awkward. So, what, ah, is," he paused to think, "you're favourite colour?" He asked. Not just as a normal question but as if he was questioning if it was a real question. Deep, I know, right?
"Magenta," I said, still looking down.
"You can look up. It's not like I'm a troll, like a real one not a internet one. Wait, trolls aren't real, ugh, I don't know," he said talking to himself. I giggled. "She has emotion!"
"Yeah, I have emotion," I giggled again, soon going back to my sad self.
"Tell me about you," the guy said.
"My names Rory. I've been here since I was about three. My mum died soon after I was born leaving me and my dad. My dad was drafted into the airforce when I was three. He promised that he would come back for me, but hasn't yet," I said seeming sad near the end.
"I'm sorry." I shook my head.
"Don't be. You didn't do anything to hurt me."
"Yore too sweet. Who's I'd you favourite artist?" He asked. Bingo! That's when it clicked and I looked up. My eyes threaten to grow wider, but thankfully didn't. I decided to be a bit mean.
"Fall Out Boy, Twenty One Pilots and New politics," I answered.
"Do you like Panic At The Disco?" He question. I shook my head.
"I freakin' love them," I replied. "Or should I say you, considering you're the only full time member left."
"Haha, you've found my secret identity. What ever shall I do?" He said sarcastically.
"If you don't adopt me, I'd just like to say thanks for being awesome at music," I said, quite awkwardly I might add. He laughed.
"It's fine. It comes naturally, being awesome that it."
"Dude, don't get too ahead of yourself," I warned. He smiled.
"Tell me more, what else is there to you?" He asked. I smiled thinking of the movie grease. "What?" He asked confused. "Is there something on my face?"
"No, no. When you said ' tell me more', it reminded me of summer nights from grease," I explained.
"So, you're a music fan AND a movie fan?" I nodded my head.
"There really isn't much more to me. Tell me something about you."
"Me? You're a fan, you should know a lot."
"Ah, my dear. You've got it all wrong. I'm just a fan of you're music and I've only seen one picture of you with the band. I've got a friend who told me about you being the only person in the band," I explained.
"Oh. Cool. What if I tell you about me later? On the way home?" He asked.
"Sure, wait, what?" I said realising. I looked at him as if to say 'really?' He just nodded.
"I'll be back!" I said running out of the room, hearing a faint laugh from Brendon. I bumped into someone on the way up. "Sorry," I said getting up.
"It's alright. Why you so perky?" I heard Leah asked. I turn around and show her a bright smile. She said a silent 'oh'. "Told ya you'd like him!" She said. I just nodded and kept going. I was almost finished packing when someone came into my room.
"Need any help?" Brendon asked.
"Ah," I paused and looked around. "Yeah can you go into that wardrobe and get out my instruments?" I asked. He nodded and opened the doors.
"Wow," he said in surprise. I turned around to see what he was looking at.
"Oh, yeah. That's my dads old one. I can only play one thing on it from memory. Also heads up, I've got a freakishly good memory." He let out a small laugh, still admiring the guitar. He put the guitar up against the wardrobe and got out my ukulele.
"How often do you play?" He asked. I shrugged.
"Not much. I don't know how to play much."
"You'll have to play for me sometime." I nodded and finished packing.

  "Goodbye hell! Hello earth! Last stop," I paused for effect, "HEAVEN!" I said punching one hand up into the air. Brendon just laughed. He helped me carry my instruments out to the car while I pulled along a suitcase. We got in the car and drive off. After a while Brendon turned the radio on. A Justin Bieber song came on. "My ears are dying," I said quickly Turing the volume down. Brendon just laughed.

A/n in the pic Ryan has his eyes closed. Hehe