Adopted

Chapter 1

Alexander whimpered as his foster father dragged him, bloody and bruised, towards the door. "I've had enough. You're going to die soon so I don't understand why they keep trying with you.", his foster father had said, bringing him to the adoption center.

The staff sighed as Alex was thrown in. "Again?", they asked Alex. Alex nodded, looking just as stoic as he always did. Alex walked up to his room.

He glanced at Hercules Mulligan, his roommate, who was designing a shirt. "Missed me?", Alex asked, coughing from his many medical issues acting up. "Again?", Hercules asked. "Again.", Alex answered.

Alex sighed and buried his face into the pillow. "Well, good news. We're both getting adopted. By the same parents.", Herc admitted. "They'll throw me out after a few days.", Alex said. "No..", Herc argued. Alex curled up, staring at the ground.

"Yeah they will.". "Alexander and Hercules, someone is here to see you two. Don't mess this up please.", the nurse teased.

"I'll try.", Alex lied. He hated foster homes. So why should he try to stay in one? He shouldn't have to pretend all his life that he was some happy, kind and quiet kid. Because he wasn't.

Alex and Herc got up, grabbing all of their belongings. They made their way down to the lobby, where a family was waiting. They looked kind. But, Alexander wouldn't fall for the same trick twice.

There were 5 people. 3 kids and 2 adults. Alexander looked up at Herc who was staring at the staff. "OK. Time for introductions.", the manager instructed. "George Washington.", the man greeted. He was dressed formally, in a suit. "Martha Washington.", the woman said. She wore a gentle blue dress.

"Aaron.", one of the three boys introduced, sternly. "Lafayette! Bonjour~". There was one boy who hadn't talked yet. "C'mon.", Lafayette nudged him. The unknown boy and Alex were staring at each other. "Oh, sorry. I'm... Um... Sorry, I'm John.", John said.

"And you two are?", George asked. "He's Alexander. He doesn't talk much. I'm Hercules.".

"Do you have anything you don't or do want to be called?", George politely asked. "Uh.. Just call him Alex. He'd rather not be called son, if that's alright.", Herc said, since Alex doesn't talk as much. " For me, Herc. I'm OK with son though.", Herc smiled.

"Alright. Don't worry, Alex. I understand.", George said. Alex nodded, still staring at John as John stared at him. Laf smirked, nudging John again. "Mon nouvel OTP.", Laf said, not thinking anyone would understand him. Alex blushed furiously. "Quelle?", Alex asked, which was the first thing he had said to them.

(My New OTP)

"Y-You know french?", Lafayette asked. Alex nodded, still blushing. "Well, I suppose you know what I said before.", Laf said, smirking. Alex blushed even more. Laf laughed while John and Herc were confused. "What is an OTP?", Washington asked. They all laughed.

"Only true pair. Like, for shipping.", Aaron explained. "Mm...", Washington said, even though he didn't know what shipping was. They all piled into the car. Alex was silent the whole time, looking at John. He loved how the freckles were painted across his face, and his brown curly hair. It was in a ponytail but, Alexander wanted to pull it out.

Meanwhile, John was feeling the same way. He loved Alex's eyes, they looked like they were holding back a lot. He also loved how his voice, as delicate and non-used as it is, was so mesmerizing and capturing. John thought he could listen to it all day.

Alexander's P.O.V.

I was silent, as usual. I didn't really feel like talking. That's why I surprised myself when I talked to the boy sitting next to me; Aaron. "Hi.", I greeted. He jumped. "Oh. Hello.", he replied. It was silent except for the screams of Hercules and Lafayette, who I assumed were now pretty good friends.