Chapter 1.

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Micheal's pov-

"What do you mean we have to adopt a kid, we can barley take care of ourselves" Ashton yells.

We were called for a meeting and our manager told use it would be good publicity if we get a kid. He says we should get two maybe twins.

"You will have to go to.. Ms. William's home for Kids, you will go tomorrow to look and sign I will deal with the rest" our manager said.

"Thanks, can we leave now" I said.

"Yes. And one last thing.. you have to sign the papers Micheal" he says.

"WHAT!?" I yell. I can't be a dad of kids. I can't have kids.

"Yeah, bye" he said.

"Come on boys" Ashton says.

We walked out and headed home. We walked to the door and unlocked the door. I went to the fridge and grabbed a cold price of pizza.

"How old" I asked.

"What" Luke said.

"The kids, how old do you want the kids"I say.

"I don't know, old enough to take care of themselves" Calum

ADDISON'S POV-

"Tomorrow assholes, tomorrow four men will be looking"  Ms. Williams said.

Great.. another family. I walk to my closet and grabbed my penny board and changed into some skinny jeans, jack Daniels sweatshirt, and a pair on black converse. I walk over to my dresser and looked in the top drawer and got my cigarettes and put a lighter in my pocket. I walk down the stairs and see Ms. williams standing there looking at me. 

"Where are you going" she asked sternly.

"To the park" 

I walk out the doors down down to the skate park. When I walk up to the gate I see my favorite person, my brother. 

"Hey little sister"

"only by three minutes"

"Best three minutes of my life"

"Come on lets skate"

Micheal's pov-----

Why do I have do this why can't Ashton sign the papers, or Luke, wait we all know why Luke can't, maybe calum. NO, I have to we are going to have to except the fact that two kids will be roaming around here all the time. We don't need two kids running around and messing with our stuff and we have no room in our tiny house. They will have to share a room or something. 

        We arrive at the home for kids and it looks like shit. The building is falling apart, some windows are broken and covers with boards. 

"Oh my go, this place looks unfit for a bunch of kids to live in" Calum says.

"I know" I said. 

"Ok, lets get this over with" Luke says.

We walk through the doors to a big room and a lady at a desk in the front.

"Hello.." the lady paused and looked at a sheet of paper, "Micheal Clifford, Calum Hood, Luke Hemmings, and Ashton Irwin"

"Good morning" Ashton spoke up.

"I hear you are here for two kids, twins" she says.

"Yes, we are" Ashton says.

"I have chosen a verity of kids that I think would match your characteristics" She says. "I am Ms. Williams by the way"

"Nice to meet you" we all say.

"right this way" she says holding her hand out saying we need to follow her.

We walk into a hallway and there are doors on each side of the hallway. We end up in a room with four girls, and they end up screaming and asking for pictures and autographs and shit, but it was nice to know some people have good taste in music. Me and the boys them huddle up and talk about this. We decided that we would try and look at more people. We walk out of the room and walked down the hallway and notices the door at the very end was open.

"Damnit, those two stupid ass teenagers have not come back from the park. They said that they would be back in 30 minutes, they have been gone for 3 hours" She says angrily.

"Who" Luke asks.

"Oh, just the 'rejects'. No one wants them, they are always returned here after a few months" She explains.

"What are their names" I ask.

ADDISON'S POV--------

I start to pant because I am so tired form all the skating.

"We have to go, now" My brother yells.

"why" I ask looking at my watch. "Shit"

We gather all of our things and we skate down the street as fast as we can. We finally arrive at our so called 'home and run through the doors.

"Come on, we have to get to our room before she kills us, literally" He says to me.

We run up the stairs and run down the hallway and I was about to turn the corner when my brother pulled my arm back.

"She is right at the doorway of our room, with the four guys she told us about" He whispered to me.

"Shit" I whisper back.

"Who" One of the guys asks.

"Oh, just the 'rejects'. No one wants them, they are always returned here after a few months" She explains.

"What are their names" Another one of the guys asked.

"Addison and Mac" She says, "they are.. different from all the others twins we have here which is very few. They never spit apart, they always are together. One time Mac refused to get adopted because they did not want his sister"

I remember that. We where 10 and he was the top pick for being adopted by the couple. They told me that I was not likely to be adopted by anyone because of the things that I like to do. I know Mac does the same things as me but they said it was different because he is a boy. I was interrupted by a voice.

"When do you think they will be back, because we are on a tight schedule" A guy said.

I feel Mac's grip on my arm loosen and I no longer feel his body heat on my arm leave.

"we are right here, sorry we lost time skating. I was.." Mac was saying but was interrupted.

"I don't care, where is Addison" Ms. Williams said coldly.

I step out form behind the corner and stand right in front of them. I look up and see four boys, One has clearly dyed red hair, another one has blonde hair and a lip ring, the one next to him has brown hair and big biceps, the last one hair long curly hair and an award winning smile.

"I'm right here" I say.

MICHEAL'S POV------

I see this kid come form around the corner and he says that he skates, and then I see a girl that must be his sister. That explained how they lost track of time because they were skating. I look over rat the boys and the were already looking at me with the look saying 'they are perfect'.




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