"Mr. Hemmings?"
The man looked up from the pile of essays in-front of him, "Rider! I hadn't realized someone was still here, how can I help you?" he asked, removing his glasses and rubbing a hand against his stubbly chin.
The boy sat down in front of the older man's desk, "I've been struggling with some things, and my parents told me if I need to talk I should talk to an adult I trust, I trust you, Mr. Hemmings, is it okay if I rant to you for a moment?" The young blonde asks.
The professor smiled, nodding his head, "Of course you can talk to me Rider, no problem at all. What's bothering you?"
Luke looked down at the younger boy in front of him, watching as he cleared his throat.
"Well, when I was younger I was adopted by my parents, they'd always told me once I'm old enough I could look for my birth parents. Recently I found my birth dad, but I'm unsure how to handle the situation."
Luke raised his eyebrows, "Well if you want to meet him, nothing is holding you back. You may be surprised by his reaction, you could possibly grow a strong relationship with him. The worst thing that could happen is you meet, and he tells you that he's not interested in having a relationship. But you are a strong and smart boy, and I think you could handle anything thrown at you." He smiled.
Rider nodded, gulping before looking his professor in the eyes, "Mr. Hemmings, my name is Rider Gonzalez, and you're my birth father."
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EIGHTEEN (HIATUS)
Fanfiction"A child to some is a miracle, a child to others is a symbol of love and devotion. A child to Michael and Luke was an excuse to go their separate ways." 15 September 2018-HIATUS
