BMC/DEH One Shots (Requests Are Closed) Discontinued

Tree Bros- Adopted Pt. 4

I lay on my bed. Alone. Crying. I don't know how much longer I can wait for an answer from Lucy and Gary about going back to my old school. It's been two weeks since I asked and I'm already being torn apart. I really want to go back. I'll do it myself if I have to.

Another week drags on and I haven't seen Connor for awhile. I walk to my old school to see Connor. I find him sitting with Jared and Alana.

I rush over to see them. “Conn, Jared, Alana!”

They all turn to me and their faces light up.

“Evan!” Alana hugs me once I reach the table. “How have you been? We haven't heard from you in so long!”

“I'm okay, I guess.”

“Crawl into the bathtub lately?” Jared says with a cocky smile. “Ya know, to join your mommy?”

Connor slaps Jared upside the head. “What the fuck, Jared?! You don't joke about shit like that!”

“Ow!” Jared rubs the spot Connor hit.

“There's more where that came from, so don't push it!” Connor gives him a death stare.

“The answer is no. I do want to come back here though, that's kinda why I'm here.”

“Are getting a ‘tour?’” Alana asks.

“No, I'm picking up the papers.”

“Oh.”

I stop by the office and pick up transfer papers on my way out. I decide to do something I would never do in a million years. I go right home and skip the rest of school.

I fill out the papers on my bed. I sigh when I see the signature of parent or guardian at the bottom of each page. I'll just have to confront them.

Lucy walk in from work. “So, Evan?” She drops her stuff by the door and sits beside me on the couch. “Why did I get a call from school saying you weren't in your afternoon classes?”

“Cause that school sucks.” I give her a straight answer.

“That's no reason to skip class.”

“Well, it is now.”

“Where is this attitude coming from?”

“My real mother.”

“Evan!”

“I have papers you need to sign.”

“What papers?”

“Transfer papers. I'm going back to my old school.”

“Why?”

“Because I have friends there.”

“You can make new ones.”

I stand up and look her right in the eye. “It took me ages to make the ones I have and the people at my new school is either a stoner or a bully! I'm sure you're aware I have social anxiety. It prevents me from being able to socialize like a ‘normal’ person. I don't know what made you think I could make friends!” I head towards the stairs. “The papers are on the table in the kitchen.” I stomp up the stairs.

I pack my things. Lucy told me I was leaving. She said they couldn't take care of me properly, but I know the truth. They just didn't want to take care of me anymore. I have everything packed and in the moving van within an hour. I don't say goodbye to Lucy or Gary. I just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

I knock on the apartment door, Tammy standing next to me.

A smaller, Philippineo woman opens the door. “Hello?”

“Hello,” Tammy speaks. “Willow, this Evan. Evan this is Willow.”

“Oh, I sorta forgot you guys were coming today.” Willow sticks out her hand.

I shake it. “It's nice to meet you.”

“It's nice to meet you too, Evan. Would you like some help getting your stuff up here?”

“Oh, yes. If you wouldn't mind.”

“It's my pleasure.”

We all walk down the stairs. Once we reach the bottom Tammy heads off and Willow helps me with my stuff. We get all of it up into my room. Willow didn't want me to say ‘my new room’ because she thought it sounded like a silly thing to say. I think Willow and I will get along nicely.

“Oh,” Willow remembers something. “I need to tell you, I have a son named Michael. He's sweet and I'm sure you two will get along just fine. Be warned though, he can be a bit weird. He has a strange obsession for 90’s soft drinks and stuff.”

“He sounds wonderful. Where is he now?”

“At his boyfriend's house. He told me a while ago he's gay and he already had a boyfriend. I was surprised, not that he's gay, but he had a boyfriend. The kid can barely make friends, I never thought he could find a partner.”

“Well, I guess it's safe to say I'm bi and I have a boyfriend.”

Willow ruffles my hair. “You can have him over anytime. Just as long you two don't get it on, if you know what I mean.” She gives me a little nudge and a sly smirk.

I flush red. “O-Oh! No! God no!”

“I’m just messing with you.” She giggles.

I sit on my bed reading a book when I hear a knock on the door. I look up.

A Philippineo boy in a red sweater stands outside my door. “Are you Evan?”

I nod. “You must be Michael. Your mom told me a bit about you.” I notice the many patches on his sweater. “May I, if you don't mind, uh, look at your patches? O-on your sweater?”

“Oh, uh, sure.” He takes it off and hands it to me.

I analyze each patch. I notice he has a pride patch on one of the sleeves. “I really like this one.”

He looks at me and red hints at his cheeks. “I’m guessing my mom told about… that.”

I nod. “It's cool though, I'm bi.”

I small smile creeps onto his face. “Cool.”

I hand back his sweater.