Fangirl

Chapter 1

Dear Phil,
I believe Phil is a proper name for the diary that I will pour out all my stories and thoughts to. Anywho, hello Phil. I hope you are well and we get along. I am Carson. I'm a 15 year old who attends school in L.A. and most definitely hates it. I live in a foster home that has a mum, dad, and little girl. The little girl is 3 and we get along very well. If any finger paint gets dropped on you, you will know who did that. I don't really fit into this American family, but the mum says "we are working on it" what she means by that I don't know. A little farther into my past, I'm originally from the UK. My father was shot by a drunk and my mum overdosed. Yeah, the happy ending was that their 4 year old got to go into foster care. Somehow the American foster care system thing took me. This is my third foster family this year. (oh btw it's almost NYE tho) My foster family right now are all blondes and my hair is pretty much jet black. They are so different from me it's ridiculous. Ugh. Hmm, oh yeah how could I forget. I have an itty bitty secret. Well, I happen to be obsessed with the band 5SOS. (That's pronounced as five sauce, not 5 es-oh-es) I have my own Instagram dedicated to them and it has 5.7k followers. Pretty rad. I mean that is kind of a secret, but it's only part of my secret. My user to this account is @c.a.l.m_fangirl . It would be just fangirl but that doesn't specify what fandom I belong to. Yeah, I show myself as a female to people on Instagram. There is a method to my madness. Through several studies, I concluded that a member of 5SOS is more likely to follow a female fan rather than a male. I'm not sure why but I speak the truth. Everyone thinks I'm a girl because I wouldn't want anyone to talk to me differently if they knew the truth. It is a little weird since I'm lying, but I really want a follow from one of the Aussie boys. Thanks for listening!
-Fanboy🍕

There we go. Finished the first entry. My foster mum thinks this will help relieve my depression. WOMAN MY PARENTS ARE DEAD AND IM IN THE DREADED AMERICA OF COURSE IM DEPRESSED. I need a nap. I go to sleep and wake up hours into the evening. Well, at about two in the morning. I make myself coffee, check Instagram, and start to play LIVESOS on my phone. Thank goodness for Winter break. NO SCHOOL. Which also means I get to babysit Chloë. Why would a family name their daughter Chloe with dots above the e. Chloë. What even.

"You're up early." Dan says, my foster father.

"Couldn't sleep." I say.

"Haha, don't worry about it. My boss wants me to be at work by three thirty today." He tries to start a conversation.

I take out my earbuds, "Yanno, Dan, I really don't care. I'm not a morning person. Drink your coffee and please go to work." I may be pushing my luck.

"Kid you bet-" Dan starts to say frustratedly but his wife Annabelle walks in.

"Dan, Carson, what are my two men doing awake at this hour?" Annabelle says with a smile.

"Just headed out. Bye babe." He walks over and kisses her on the forehead.

"Carson? I know adjusting to a new family is difficult, but Dan isn't a bad guy. You seem to have adjusted to Chloë and I just fine." Annabelle says.

"You wouldn't understand." I say, about to put my earbud back in.

"Well, if you ever want to talk about it I'm here, sweetie."

"Thank you Annabelle." I say.

"Anytime," she smiles, "and you can call me mom if you want."

"Uh, I'll stick with Annabelle for now since you are basically old enough to be my sister." I chuckle lightly causing her to also laugh.

"Okay, well I'm sure Chloë will be waking up soon. Would you watch her while I shower?" Annabelle asks.

"Definitely." I say, slightly ecstatic because that little girl is too cute.

"Chloë, do you want your nose back? Do you?" I giggle as it play with the 3 year old. "I have your nose little girl."

"I'm glad you two get along. Want to go run errands with us?" Annabelle asks as she enters the kitchen.

"Um, no thank you." I don't even feel like going out into the world today.

"Okay. Oh, I was wondering, since your sixteenth birthday is coming up...." She rambles a little and I cut her off before she finishes.

"If you are suggesting a party then no. I haven't made friends here and don't plan on socializing with any of the dildos at my school." I say quite proud of my answer.

"Alright, but you will let me get you a gift right?" I can tell she wants to.

"I guess, if it isn't a burden." I answer kind of modestly.

"Yay! Because I already have it and want to give it to you right now!" Why is she so excited?

"Um, okay." She reaches into her purse and hands me an envelope that was obviously decorated by Chloë. I smile at the sight. I carefully open the envelope and read the note attached:
-We haven't known each other long but Chloë and I want you to stay forever-

"Aw, that's adorable." I say. Damn I know I'm smiling.

"There's more than just a note!" Annabelle half yells in excitement. I take out two other pieces of paper I unfold one and see something I have avoided since my parens died. In big, bold, red letters it says ADOPTION.

"You, you want me?" I stutter.

She places her hand on top of mine. "We want you forever."

I blink in amazement. "Yes." I feel like I just agreed to a marriage. Wow.

"OMG yay! Plus, one more paper! This one is my favorite!" Calm down on the coffee is what I want to tell her. As I open the other piece of folded paper I gasp.

"OH MY FUCKING GOODNESS GRACIOUS. WHAT EVEN ARE YOU. YOU FREAKING GOT ME MEET AND GREET TICKETS TO SEE THEM. THEM. OMFG. IM SOOOO DREAMING RIGHT NOW." I did not keep my calm. Mission failed.

Next thing I know I'm standing up hugging this woman and her child and bouncing up and down.

"Thank you! Thank you so much! Best birthday present ever! You are amazing!" I am so happy.

"You are very welcome! I was supposed to wait until your actual birthday because we were going to my mothers but the cat is now out of the bag." She smiles cheekily.

Minutes later Annabelle and Chloë leave to run errands and I am left, still astonished by these amazing people.