Adopted

| Chapter 12 | Flashback, Hanging Out, & Protection

A/N: I'm so sorry for the update being so late. I'm going to start writing flashbacks because I think it's more interesting. Message me if it's not. And sorry it's not long at all, I'm all tired out. I'll try to post a big chapter in about a week.

______Flash Back______

I held onto the box of chocolates mommy had given me. Today was Valentines day and I was going to give the chocolate to my crush.

"Bree, is that for me?" My bestfriend of second grade, Emma, asked me.

"No, it's for Nathan." I giggled. He sat in the back of the classroom, a giant box of chocolates was sitting in front of him.

Through that day, after writing my name in cursive about a billion zillion times and counting to one hundred, it was finally time to hand out cards and chocolates.

I went up behind Nathan and seen him handing his box of chocolate to this girl with long blonde hair.

I held the box in my hands and walked away.

I ended up eating the chocolates by myself sitting in the far corner of the room.

"Stupid boys..."

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Bree's POV:

I sat on a bean bag in the corner of Brett's room as we talked about nothing and everything.

Sara declined his offer and went to the mall with someone she made friends with today.

"So, how'd it all happen?" Brett asked, resting his head on the side of his bed.

"Being adopted by a boyband?" I asked. He nodded but kept quiet.

"Well, they came the adoption center and...well...picked me. Sara came in later, but yeah." I said, rubbing my arms.

"Is it fun?"

"Most of the time, yeah. Some fans are nice but most of them are mean."

"Bree?"

"Yeah?" I waited a few seconds before he spoke up.

"You're really, really cool."

After a while, I had to leave for dinner. I came in and Sara immediately began asking questions.

"Was it fun?"

"What'd you two talk about?"

"Did he kiss you?"

"PROTECTION."

"Did you-"

"What about protection?" Calum asked, standing in the doorway.

"Nothing, Sara's being stupid as always." I playfully shoved her.

"What's for dinner?" Sara asked him, standing up and dusting herself off.

"Chinese take out." He replied with, shrugging. I followed him and Sara into the kitchen and covered my plate with the foreign food.

"Mhmm, I'm lovin' it." Michael hummed, shoving another piece of the hot & sweet chicken in his mouth.

"Isn't that the quote from the Maccas commercials?" Ashton asked him.

Dinner consisted of random conversations and loud chewing (Michael).

"Well, I'm off to bed." Sara mumbled, shoving her half empty plate to the middle of the table and left.