My Adopted Family.

My Adopted Family *Chapter Three- The Truth.

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Chapter Three... The Truth

Chelsea's POV

I came to the empty park at five sharp.

No Justin.

No surprise.

I felt someone poke my side and I let out a loud shriek.

I quickly turned around and saw Justin with a smirk on his face.

"Justin!"

"Chelsea!" Justin hugged me but I didn't move at all. "It's great to see you, too!"

I glared at him as he let me go.

"Wow Chelsea, you're so skinny! I could wrap my arms around you a million times and there'd still be free space. Are you anorexic or something?"

"No, I'm not anorexic. Why aren't you wearong your work-out clothes?" I questioned.

"Because I thought we were getting to know each other today."

"You're getting to know my family,"I told Justin.

"We could still get to know each other."

"Whatever."

"Could we not get to know each other here? We always go here," Justin asked.

"This is only our second time doing this," I rolled my eyes.

"Exactly. I'd like to check out that new coffee shop."

"I don't drink coffee."

"They ahve smoothies and baked goods-"

I cut Justin off by saying, "Let's go."

Justin smirked (no surprise) as we walked towards the exit of the park.

"What's your favourite colour?" Justin asked.

"Uh, why?"

"Because we want to get to know each other."

"More like have to," I said under my breath.

"Pardon?"

"Blue," I rolled my eyes. "And yourself?"

"Red."

"Your turn."

"This isn't 20 Questions, you don't have to take turns," Justin told me.

"Fine. How old are you?" I asked.

"Twenty-four. What about you?"

"Sixteen."

"Really?!" Justin looked shocked.

"No."

He laughed.

"I'm twenty-three."

"Wow, you look sixteen," Justin stated.

"Many people think that but no, I'm twenty-three, that's why my parents always bug me about not having a family at twenty-three. Yeah, my parents totally would want their sixeen year old daughter to be married and have kids," I said sarcastically.

"Oh."

I looked foward and saw we arrived at the shop.

We walked up to the large entrance and Justin opened the door for me. I didn't bother saying thanks.

I walked in and got in line

It was not too crowded.

"How many kids do you want when you're older?" Justin asked.

"Um, none. I can't picture myself being a mom. Like, not at all. You?"

"I think Jimmy is good. Plus, I can't picture myself having kids with someone other than Rachel."

"So Rachel was your wife?" I asked.

"Yes," Justin breathed.

"How did she die?"

"She us, she was driving on a none-crowded street late at night. It was a rainy night and a drunk driver crashed into her. The drunk driver lived but Rachel, uh, s-she didn't... she wasn't killed instanly. She was in a coma for two months until they pulledthe plug on her. I think she could have lived but the doctors said she wouldn't make it, they;d have to pull the plug and that's what they did. Jimmy was one year old that very day and his first word was momma just when she got crashed into," Justin wiped a tear away.

Oh, my God.

I feel so horrible. I've been treating him like crap lately and I had no idea.

I did the first thing I thought of. I hugged him.

"I am so so sorry," I whispered.

"It's okay," he whispered back.

I let go and gave him a weak smile.

"Let's go to my house, I'll make you some coffee there," I told him.

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Justin's POV

Uh, what just happened?

Did I, Justin Prescott just change Chelsea whatever-her-last-name-is?

It can't be.

Chelsea's heartless, rude, inconsiderate, judgmental, and just mean.

Wait, maybe I'm all those things for saying Chelsea is. Nah, I'm handsome, smart, sexy, amazing and did I mention handsome and sexy?

"Do you want to continue asking questions?" Chelsea suddenly asked.

"Sure, you go."

"When's your birthday?" Chelsea asked.

"Februaury 20, you?"

"February 14," Chelsea replied.

"Ou, Valentine's day, huh?"

"Yep. Let's learn about my retarded, stuck up, rude family now, shall we?"

I chuckled. "Sure."

"Well, my dad loves sports, same with my brother, Dustin. My mom loves baking and she's a waitress. Football is like our family sport. My parents love kids. They-"

"Wait, wait. What should I call your parents?" I asked.

"My dad is Logan Bishop and my mom is Anne Bishop, but you can just call them Mr. and Mrs. Bishop, I guess."

"Okay. And I just call Dustin Dustin?" I asked again. It surprised me how much our names are common to each other.

"Yes. Oh, and Dustin has a wife named Danika, and two children named Danielle and David or something, I'll double check with Tasha. Oh, Tasha is my roommate, by the way. Oh, Tasha is short for Natasha."

"Okay, should I write this down? Because it's only one week until Christmas and I'll forget it all."

"Sure, write it down. Oh, we're at my house, come in," Chelsea told me.

I did, I walked into her house. Mm, it smelt like lavender. I like lavender...

The house was not too small but not a mansion. It was nice and elegant.

Chelsea led me to the large kitchen. It had cupboards, a fridge, a small table in the center, an oven, a dishwasher, and the walls were a pale yellow.

"Chelsea! Is that you?" I heard someone call.

"Yes."

A person popped into the room. She was a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. She had wavy, long golden locks and she was tall. She wasn't as skinny as Chelsea but she still was skinny.

"Who's this?" The lady asked.

"I'm Justin, Chelsea supposed husband."

"Oh, right! I'm Tasha, or Natasha, I don't really care." Natasha put out her hand for me to shake and I took it. I gave her a smile and she gave one back.

"Tasha, no flirting with my 'husband,'" Chelsea said while making me coffee.

"Chels, we're not flirting. But I thought you didn't like coffee?"

"I don't," Chelsea replied. "It's for Justin."

"Oh, well I need to go to the store, so I'll see you guys later."

And Natasha left.

"Do you want to continue with the game?" Chelsea asked.

"Okay, why don't you like your family?"

"They try and control my life. They'll do anything they can to do so. Ever since I was six, this happened. I didn't like it at all and still don't. Which is why I need your help just for Christmas. After that, you can live your life the way you want and I'll be out of it."

"What are your plans once your done university?" I asked.

"Teacher college. I've always wanted to be a teacher but my parents want me to be a doctor. Their son is a lawyer so they want their daughter to be successful as well. Why did you agree to this?"

"What's this?" I questioned.

"Pretending to be my husband."

"You begged me and I felt bad if I wouldn't have so I agreed."

"Oh," Chelsea looked down at her thumbs.

I looked at my watch. Shoot!

"I have to go, Jimmy is done preschool for the day."

"Okay, bye."

I left the house with a smirk on my face.