The Perfect Crime [ABANDONED]

Crimes

Crimes

Let's commit the perfect crimeI'll steal your heart and you'll steal mine
We'll dance the dance and walk the line
The rain may fall and the sun may shine
But you, my love, will be with me for all of time
So if love is blind I'll ignore the signs
If this is freedom then love's a bind
But I am yours and you are mine
So let's ignore fate's cruel design
And let's commit the perfect crime
-MM

Michael scribbled the words down in the beat-up composition notebook, before slamming the cover shut and shoving it into the backpack between his legs on the floor of the old car. It was probably a 2005 Toyota Corolla. In need of an oil change too, from the noises it was making. Michael moved as little as possible in this process as to not disturb his brother, who was asleep on his arm. Michael sighed and leaned back against the fabric seat, nose wrinkling at the scent of a wet dog. He looked at the driver, a woman in her mid-thirties with a nice smile and kind eyes. She was their third CPS worker. Michael liked her better than the rest of them.

"Rainbow," Adam mumbled in his sleep. Michael smiled slightly. Rainbow was the name of their dog. Back when they had lived with their parents. Adam had been five...so almost ten years ago. Michael shut his eyes briefly.

Five: And I am not me
Seven: Living in another skin
Five: Pretending Daily

"Michael?" Adam asked. Michael stopped writing haikus in his head and opened his eyes to look at his brother. Adam's blonde hair was messy from sleeping on his older brother's shoulder and he looked confused as to where they were. Michael felt a bit like he had been stabbed in the heart. He hated that Adam woke up every day unsure of where they were. They had gotten shuffled around a lot between foster homes, and Michael knew it was hard for his little brother.

"What's up, buddy?" Michael asked. Adam rubbed his eyes.

"Are we there yet?" Adam asked, yawning. Michael looked at his phone, the bright screen causing him to wince in the dark car. It was two in the morning. Who moved kids at this time of night?

"Not quite yet, Adam. I'm sorry. You can go back to sleep, we're going to have to go to class tomorrow," Michael said.

"You mean today, in like...four hours?" Adam asked, yawning. Michael scoffed. But then he nodded because his brother was right.

"Yeah, today," Michael said quietly. He was always quiet around the CPS people. They always told him he didn't need to worry about his brother. It wasn't his job to parent Adam. That's what the foster parents were for. Michael shuttered thinking about some of their past foster parents. He didn't even let his mind wander to their last house. He had learned that some things were just better left in the past.

"Why?" Adam whined, even as he laid his head back on Michael's shoulder. Michael sighed.

"Because the semester started a month ago, and I don't want you to get too far behind. It's already going to be rough enough starting school without knowing anyone," Michael explained.

"We'll know the Winchesters," Adam mumbled. Michael nodded. He checked his phone again as he felt it buzz.

Dean W.: Who the fuck thinks two in the morning is a good time to move to a new foster home? I mean...dude, I'm cutting class tomorrow.