Falling Apart - Cole Sprouse Fanfiction

Adoption Day

Hey guys! This is Mary Kent talking to you guys today! As you are all aware, there is a visitor coming at 10am this morning. Please be dressed in your Sunday best, be polite and wear your nicest smiles. Breakfast will be served at 8am as usual, don't miss it! Nobody likes cold bacon. Oh and, remember, the less you know the more you owe.

Her irritating and more so perfect voice blasted through the speakers conveniently placed in every single room, despite the fact nobody really cared. Where did she get that shitty quote from this time? My bet was on her brothers birthday card. Unlike her, her brother, Luke, managed to get adopted, and though they tried, he turned to the life of crime and before long, he was behind bars at the age of 19. I pulled the covers over my head, but now I was awake, I knew I wouldn't be able to fall asleep again. I looked at my trashy camera set up, that stood at the corner of the room. As an aspiring photographer, and a hopeful youtuber, the camera was all but high quality. It was a hand me down from one of the social workers, after one video on youtube, I gave up, the quality was shocking and the tripod wasn't exactly straight. I sigh, pushing the thin, papery blanket off my body and place my feet flat on the rug at the side of my bed. The room wasn't all that big, more like a walk in wardrobe size. Enough room to fit a single bed, a small wardrobe, a desk and a bookshelf, with about 2 meters room to walk or stand. Despite this, there was still enough room to house the quadrillion posters I had collected from Kerrang magazines and for Riverdale. Most of them were of Fangs, Jughead and Archie, with the select few the sat untouched on the desk containing Reggie, Hiram, FP and Cheryl. I stumbled to my wardrobe and pulled out my usual "visiting day" outfit; a pair of black skinny jeans, with rips on both knees, a black, lace crop top, a black leather jacket which had the South Side Serpents logo on the back and black combat boots. I pull on the clothes, lazily and almost in a sloth like manner, before brushing my hair and pulling a black beanie on. I grabbed my mirror from the windowsill and placed it on the stack of books that I had neatly piled at the end of the bed, before doing my make up. Once finished, I grabbed my sketchbook, pens, pencils and my earphones, plugging them into my phone and blasting Mad World, the Riverdale version, before walking out of my room. I had definitely missed breakfast, it was now 9:56, which meant the visitor would be here soon. 
"Stella, where's Dylan?" I heard from the other room. Stella was stupid rich for an orphan. Her parents had died in a fire, and with no living family, the riches went to her as she was sent here, at the age of 4. She was also the nicest girl in the adoption centre, and my rival Cole Sprouse fanatic. Dylan was an idiot, at 6ft 2", you'd think he'd be the guy of any short girls dream. But he's not. Instead, he's a complete asshole and his looks definitely help. He was insanely attractive but, as I said, a dick. I chuckled, walking into the lounge and sitting on my usual seat, spreading my sketchbook and pens on the desk in front of me. With a sigh, I continued the sketch I had started the night before. I had just watched Five Feet Apart, so I decided to sketch Will and Stella, with the pool cue separating them. I was just shading in Will's hair when the door opened, and the visitor walking in. An unusual silence echoed throughout the lounge, that while packed with orphans of all ages, contained no sound. I didn't look up, too busy trying to perfect the shading of his hair. 
"Anyone who's under the age of 16 can leave" A familiar yet unfamiliar voice announced, making me look up. THE Cole Sprouse was standing about 20 feet away from me. I watched as he stepped to the side to let the little kids walk out, leaving 4 of us. Me, Dylan, Stella and Ruby. I glanced down at my drawing, slowly turning pages to the Dumbo drawing I had done after watching the Live action film. The turning of the page was awfully loud in the room and it appeared to attract his attention. He walked over, his footsteps echoing through the room.
"Hey, what's your name?" he asked, raising an eyebrow slightly as he looked at the sketchbook.
"Hi... I'm Alex" I smile, watching him. 
"You have a nice name. May I have a look?" He asked, indicating to the sketchbook.
"Thank you. Of course" I nod warily. Most of my drawings were from Riverdale or Umbrella Academy, which I knew would be the dealbreaker. Surprisingly, as he flipped through the pages, his smile grew. He stopped on the Five Feet Apart one, almost grinning like a fool. 
"You're a fan then huh?" He teased, looking at me. 
"You could say that, yeah" I chuckle, rubbing my neck.
"Did you enjoy Five Feet Apart?" He asked, sitting across from me.
"Yes! It was so heart wrenching and I could feel every emotion through the screen. I cried through it, honestly it was beautiful. You portrayed a CF patient amazingly and it truly brought out awareness of it" I grinned like an idiot, flinching when I heard Ruby groan at my review.
"Hey, don't diss her for enjoying a film." Cole warned her, before turning to me "You are exactly what I'm looking for. I'd like to adopt you, if you'll let me?" he tilts his head slightly. I almost choke. Did he just...?
"Did you seriously just ask her if you can adopt her? Why not any of us?" Ruby sneered, earning a jab in the ribs from Dylan.
"Seriously grow up, this is her time, her moment, her thing. You don't need the spotlight on you every second of the day" Dylan rolled his eyes, indicating to me "ignore Ruby, she's just jealous". I smile slightly at him. Maybe he wasn't as bad as he seems. Well, I never did get to truly speak to him, he was always in his room when I left mine or vice versa. The only time we saw eachother was dinner time and even that was rare. I look at Cole again, quickly pinching my arm as if it was a dream.
"It's not a dream" he laughed softly, raising his eyebrow.
"Yes Cole, I truly would love it if you adopted me" I finally reply, as a sigh of relief passes his lips, and Dylan's usually uptight and worried face, relaxed. It was like he was hoping this would happen. He was unfortunate. In 2 days, he would be 18, which meant he was 2 days away from being kicked out. Lucky for him, he had managed to score a high paying job when he was 16, so he should have enough money for a small house in LA. But still, I was worried for him.
"Then it's settled, I think it takes a week for the paperwork and house checks to be done, and then you can move in with us!" Cole grinned. Great. I was going to have to watch Dylan leave. Something about that made my heart drop. 
"Great! I'm looking forward to it!" I grin, though the lump in my throat was ever increasing. Maybe I had pushed this crush on Dylan away from my mind, but it was still there, and it was ready to resurface.