Adopted by Pierce The Veil

Chapter 1

Ryan's POV

"Hey, did you hear there are people coming to adopt tomorrow?" my best friend, Hayley, asks.

"Wait, really? Nobody's come here in ages!" I squeal. It's true, nobody had come to adopt in months.

"Yeah, apparently it's, like, four men. Sounds pretty dodgy if you ask me," she says, muttering the last part.

"Oh god, not so exciting then. I might just hide up here while they interview everyone else." I say, starting to feel anxious.

"GIRLS, TIME FOR BED!" Mr Jones calls. Hayley and I say our goodbyes and walk towards our rooms.

I slip on my maroon Harry Potter shorts and my oversized Memphis May Fire shirt, put in my earphones, and slip into bed. I fall asleep listening to Not The American Average by Asking Alexandria.

-next day-

I wake up to Poppin' Champagne by All Time Low blaring through my phone alarm and earphones in a tangled mess around my neck. Getting up, I turn off my alarm and get changed into my Mayday Parade shirt and black ripped skinny jeans.

I stumble down the stairs, still barely awake.

"Hey, Ryan! Would you like some pancakes?" Lacey asks.

"Yeah, sure. That'd be nice." I reply, quietly.

"Okay, they'll be ready in a few!" she smiles.

I sit down on the worn out blue sofa, pull out my phone, and scroll through Twitter, there's not anything interesting, to be honest. Pierce the veil is announcing something big tomorrow. Probably just another tour that I can't go to.

"Hey, kiddo! Your pancakes are ready!" Lacey cheerily shouted, placing them down on my lap and jumping into the space next to me on the sofa, "What do you think the announcement's gonna be?" she asks, gesturing towards my phone.

"I don't know. Probably nothing exciting," I roll my eyes, "and don't look at my phone. Nosey cow." I mutter the last part.

**Trigger Warning**

"The people are here to adopt! All girls from 13-16 get in the front room!" Mr Jones calls.

A herd of teenage girls come rampaging into the front room and gather around the sofa, some squishing up against me. I shuffle uncomfortably.

Mr Jones calls the girls up in alphabetical order. As the time passed, my nerves built up more and more.

"Walters, you're up."

Slowly, I shuffle towards the interview room, nervous about the outcome. I awkwardly walk in and slouch into the seat. I notice that the people adopting are a band I like. I hold back my fangirling, and smile at the four Mexican lads staring expectantly at me.

"Hi, I'm Ryan." I shyly say.

"Hi. I'm Vic, This is Mike, Tony and Jaime," He replies, pointing at the others, "tell me about yourself."

"Well, I'm Ryan. I'm fourteen, my favourite colour is blue. You now know more about me than anyone else in this dumping ground." I mutter under my breath.

Jaime laughs while Mr Jones gives me a dirty look. I sigh, rolling my eyes.

"Aww, cute. You've got a British accent." Tony giggles.

"I ain't cute, and it's an ENGLISH accent!" I kick my chair out from under me and storm out the room.

"She's not usually like this, I'm sorry." I hear Mr Jones apologise, as I stomp up the stairs.