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||He saved me...?|| |PART SIX {FINALE}| Thomas X O.C

                 .............................................A few months  later.............................................

          By the time I had finally found residence in the Group Home, Tommy and I had become soon to be parents expecting, hopefully, a boy from a Surrogate mother that lives in Ireland. We were young and had NO experience as parents. We were scared to DEATH about how this would turn out when a social worker from the DCF (Department of Children and Families) company NAFI (North American Family Institute) knocked on Tommy's door asking for me. He didn't know this person so he questioned them in an attempt to find out. He said he was from the social services office of DCF and was here to take me to the U.S. to be given a bed at a group home. He said he was going to pay for the two plane tickets and pay for housing Thomas while I was in the home. We had a few hours to pack and get to the airport. We rushed through the house, mainly trying to pack as much of Tommy's stuff as possible. Once we got what we thought was enough, we started to drive to London Airlines to board the next flight to the U.S. When we arrived, the social worker who now introduced himself as Mike greeted us and boarded the plane with us as well. Because of Tommy being an Actor, we actually got first class seats. When the flight attendant asked us if we'd like any drinks, I ordered a Shirley Temple with a few shots of Vodka added into it. The social worker went to contradict when she moved on to Tommy, who got a Corona with lemon. The social worker just got water. He said Alcohol was poison to the mind and I replied in a snarky tone, "then let the poisoning begin." I didn't mean it in a mean way and either he realized that or didn't care because he smiled a grin at me. Tommy and I had a bit of a bet going on how much trouble I'd get in for being drunk and we decided to get me EXTREMELY drunk to find out. After about three large glasses of my spiked Shirley, the attendant cut me off saying I was so legally impaired I might not be able to get down the isle. She was laughing though so I just laughed along 'cause I truthfully didn't know what else to do. We landed at about 12:00 pm EST and were ushered out, Tommy having to pick me up because of how freekin' drunk I was, and onto a coach bus to bring us to Bradford, Massachusetts. I had NO IDEA where that was, because I am from Ireland anyway, and when we arrived at the group home, I cringed. I was going to be rooming with one of these  twats. I hit Tommy on the arm and he had a fake smile on but in reality, he told me later on, he felt the same way. I didn't have much stuff so Mike gave me two one hundred U.S. Dollars to get clothes. A staff greeted us at the door and a crap tone of teenagers looked on with nondescript curiosity. I hated all the attention and visibly stiffened when a girl in the corner wolf whistled at me. I had no intention in knowing why she did so and afterwards laughed to her other blushing friend who, if I wasn't gay.... especially for Tommy, I probably would date her. Tommy was told to put me down because of the space going up the stairs wasn't big enough and Tommy just smiled and said "she most likely wouldn't make it up the stairs" while pointing at my flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. The staff asked if I was intoxicated and he mumbled something about me COMPLETELY disregarding that in America, It would be Illegal to drink at my age which it isn't back in Ireland where we came from. The lady talking just shrugged but the more official looking man shook his head and said something about being on serious restrictions. I only know the interaction happened when I finally sobered up the next morning and Tommy told me the story. Tommy lived down the street at a house that looked like it might topple over in the matter of seconds. I was given Thirty Minutes of what is called C.T or Community Time where I could do anything I wanted... in moderation. Which meant NO INTOXICATION OF ANY KIND which made my Therapist Lisa and I laugh a bit. I was told all the rules of the home and was told I was able to use my phone, again, with rules and in moderation. I was thankful I could at least have it so I didn't complain. I was enrolled into what Americans call it "High School" in the town. I would be a Junior which I originally thought I would have to start over in the lowest level when Lisa explained that it was my second to last year of School before Graduation, which was when I become a Senior and finish the grade and pass my classes. It was SO much different then Ireland where we were in school right now but for Americans, they have Summer Vacation for about THREE MONTHS and that I was not in school for at least another month or so. I stayed in that group home for two years when I signed out of custody and lived with Tommy. The day I got out, Tommy took me to a fancy restaurant and Proposed to me with a Ruby ring with a gold band. Then, we got the phone call that our Surrogate mother had just given birth to our new baby boy. We named him Levi and got married on the beach on July 17th, 2023 which was the day he proposed and the day Levi was born.

(A/N: HAY GUYS I'M BAAAAAAAAAAACK. I know I haven't updated in, like, forever but now I came back with a MASSIVE chapter finale. I decided to end that Imagine when I did because I had some EXTREME writers block and couldn't figure out how to keep it going. Sorry if the end seemed rushed, I just didn't know when to finish it and start a new story. I hope you all liked the chapter!!!

LITERALLY A KID AT THE LIBRARY I AM AT JUST WAS TAKEN OUTSIDE BY TWO FUCKING POLICE OFFICERS LIKE WTF!!!!! XD I DUNNO WAT HAPPENED, EUGGHHHHHHHHHH..... SO BYE!!!)