Stars ||| ADOPTED BY SHANE DAWSON BOOK 2

S'mores

Chris:
I hug my sister goodbye before running up the lawn to my front door. To my suprise, it's open, and to my other suprise, both my dads and Andrew are outside. Both of them. Not just Ryland and Andrew, which is wierd. They usually go outside on the patio area and drink their coffee and chill out here, since my father remade the place.

The fairy lights are on and the fire place is turned on to light up the area at night. My dads sit cuddled on the couch, and Andrew on the hanging swing.

Please don't let them see me..please don't let them see meee.

I try to go un-noticed to my room, but fail badly. My clumsy ass knocks over one of the dead plant decor at the entry way to the kitchen. 

"Chris, is that you?" I hear Ryland's voice and pop my head from out of the corner. All I want to do is cry and be alone, after what happened at the Jail. "Come and make s'mores with us!"

I don't want to make s'mores, I want to be alone. Please just let me be alone so I can process it all.

"O-okay." I walk over to the two tangled together and split them apart with forcing my butt in between them. "Excuse meeee."

"Sup Andrew," I acknowledge the ginger.

"Sup, loser."

I make a face at him and he rolls his eyes. He's lucky he's a ginger like my dad, other gingers I don't trust. They are soulless.

"S'more?" Shane asks, holding a bag of marshmallows. I shake my head. I am in no mood to eat right now..

Daddy made this huge bonfire for the Fourth of July. It blazes hungrily at the sky as Nicole and I stick our stick with marshmallows into it. Immediately mine catches on fire, causing my mother to freak out, and my sister to laugh hysterically.

I wave my stick around, only to get scolded by daddy to stop with my immature behavior. Now I can't roast my own marshmallow. My daddy has to do it for me.

I snap back into reality. Everyone is in their own business except for me, who's still hung up on past memories of my family. Shane gives me a hard look, probably because I'm choosing not to have a s'more.

"How was...how was your meeting with your birth dad?" Ryland interupts the silence.

I could feel it, almost as if he just slapped me. I could feel the tears starting to build.

"Fucking great." I mumble. A single tear falls down my cheek, and then another and another.
Shane puts his arm around me and I lean into him, listening to his heartbeat to calm me down. "I-I couldn't fucking..do it."

"Do you want to talk about it?" I shake my head. Shane sighs heavily . "O-okay. Promise to talk to me when you're ready?"

I take a deep breathe but can't stop thinking of this morning at the jail. The defeat in my father's eyes was only for show, just like how he was pretending to be my dad all those years back. He's not sorry, he's just sorry that he got caught. There's a fucking difference and it's fucking awful the type of person he is.

Shane motions Ryland to step inside. Probably to talk about my problems. I never thought this way in a long time...the feeling of hopelessness.. all because of my birth-father.

He never loved me. No one would love me. My own birth family didn't want me.

And it won't be long until My dads sign the adoption papers to get rid of my sorry ass.

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I went to school today and went through the day more exhausted then usual. I think I'm starting to get sad again. But why am I? I have everything, I don't deserve to feel sad, but yet I still can't help but feel lonely and horrible.

I feel like a burden to my family. I feel like I need to be perfect for Ryland, and the only reason Raven still is with me is because she probably wants something from me.

Woah, that went from 0-100 faster then my dad can say, "Jeffrey what the fuck!"

I take a few breathes, remind myself I'm worth something, and pick myself up-the bell ringing, saving my heavy dirty soul.

Raven has rehearsals for her play, so I'm on my own for the whole week. She's going to be so consumed with this play 24/7. I'm going to distract her.

I head down the stairs, blending in with the sea of tired students eager to go home.

"Hey Chris!" I turn around to the voice. No fucking way.  A ginger head, brown eyes, freckles, and the fakest smile ever, except this one looks genuine.

Taylor throws her arms around me, giving me a tight hug. "I haven't seen you in like, FOREVER. Oh my god, I can't believe I haven't seen you around!"

She gives me another hug, then returns her stare on me. Her eyes scan me and I don't think she noticed it, but a light blush and a smirk appeared on her face.

"H-how is Sara?" I ask awkwardly. Her face changes.

"Oh, we don't talk anymore. She's too busy fucking around with the upperclassmen, and going to parties. Turns out she's a real bitch."

"You didn't notice that until now?"

We both share a laugh. Taylor blushes again, and I couldn't help the smile at how cute she is. She's like a little bunny.

Stop it. Your gay is showing.

I regain focus, shifting my eyes elsewhere. I have Raven, there's no need for me to be a hoe.

"Well, I won't keep you from wherever it is you have to go. We like totally need to hangout more and catch up. You still have my number." I nod, then another hug. "Great, I'll see you tomorrow? I'll text you!"

I watch Taylor go, a smile on my face. Maybe I don't have to only hangout with Raven all the time, maybe I am not that socially awkward. Maybe I can actually have a friend that doesn't have a penis and isn't ten years older then me!

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A/N: This chapter is actual trash and kind of a filler. Next chapter might be in Raven's POV. I'm going to try to get the next chapter up by tomorrow.

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