Adopted by Troyler.

Chapter One

Please excuse me horrible spelling and sorry is it doesnt make sense. I'm also sorry to say there isnt much troyler in this chapter but next chapter will definitly have more.

Present Day (two years after prologue). Isabella POV.

I was sleeping in the same bed since that day we ran away from our father. I carrying my one year old brother in my arms to Miss Flicker the memories of what happened still haunt me and I often have nightmares. I roll over and groan as I feel someone jump on me.

"WAKE UP ISABEWA" a small voice exclaims in my ear the small child bounces on my shaking me trying to get me to wake me up.

"Go away, Marky I'm trying to sleep" I groan pulling the blankets up and over my head in an attempt to block him out but know that it won't work.

"But its adopten day" Marcus says and I can hear the pout in his voice. I flip the blankets back with a sigh, adoption day only happens once a month and we all have to go and met with all the people wanting to adopt children and if they like us they interview us and then take us home. No one will ever want me and Marcus Miss Flicker makes it very clear that we are only allowed to be taken together, Marcus and myself have been here for two years now I'm 12 and Marcus is 3 years old. I get out of my bed and pick up Marcus and carry him over to his own bed and sit him down before getting his good clothe out of the wardrobe it consists of a blue cotton button up shirt and dark denim toddler jeans and black converse sneakers. I lay the clothes on the bed "right arms up buddy" I say and pull his PJ top off and pull his shirt on "want to try and do the buttons yourself while I get my stuff ready." he nodded and stuck his lounge out in concentration I walked back over to the wardrobe and pulled out the outfit that Miss Flicker approved for adoption day. It was a pair of pale blue white wash jeans with a black short sleeve top with a white Peter Pan collar and pink and white striped knitted jumper and a pair of black low heel ankle boots with a small gold zip on the insides. I put my clothes on my bed and turn back to see that Marcus has managed to get half his buttons on the right holes the others still undone I laugh and walk over and finish buttoning them up and him into his jeans and do up his shoes "why don't you go down to the dining room and get some breakfast while I get ready." I tell him lifting him off the bed and on to the floor.

"Okay Isabewa! "He says and starts running out the door.

"Try to stay clean please Marky," I call after him as he runs out of the door I collect up my clothes and toiletries and make up and go into the girl's bathroom to shower and get ready. I shower and get dressed I stand in front of the mirror and tie my hair up into a neat high ponytail and take part and braid it then twist it around the ponytail and bobby pin the end under my ponytail then I start on my make up the end product ends up with me wearing black eyeliner to frame my eyes and pink lip gloss to match my top. I quickly go back to my room to put my stuff away and pull on my shoes and go to the dining room to get some food and find Marcus. I spot my little brother sitting with his friend George at the end of the table being supervised by Miss Flicker. "Hello Miss Flicker. Would you like me to supervise the younger children I know you are busy getting ready for today?" I ask her in the most polite voice I can muster I own Miss Flicker a lot for taking us in.

"Dear, that would be wonderful," she said looking slightly relieved "could you please keep them occupied for about a half an hour before taking them to the meeting room. That would great darling." she said rushing off towards the nursery. I was the oldest child here and Miss Flicker only had one person other than herself here which is Mr Smith he was the cook and grounds keeper. So often I was asked to care for the toddlers and kids who could be trusted to look after themselves.

After half an hour I rounded up the children from the dining room and into the meeting room to wait once in the room the children went and found their seats where they each had a toy or activity to keep them busy. I take Marcus's hand and lead him to our seats where he starts colouring in and I pick up the book I have been reading at the moment Girl online by Zoe Sung. We didn't get much internet here but when I got a turn on the computer I liked to watch her videos, she and Troyes Sivan were the only youtubers I knew. I heard Miss Flicker walk in chattering to the group of people wishing to adopt all of us scrambled to our feet and smiled. Miss flicker introduced them all to us and then we were allowed to go back to our activies and walk around the room and we would all have a chance to meet them all. After a while no one had come to talk to me or Marcus so I just sat there reading and Marcus was happy to keep colouring in. people had begun to leave and interviews were taking place and most children had gone outside to play included Marcus without me noticing. The door then banged open and there stood a couple two men one shorter with bright blue hair in a quiff (I like Tyler with blue hair don't judge.) and a taller man holding his hand with chocolaty brown hair. The taller man looked sort of familiar but I shook it off.

"Sorry we are late" the shorter man said, I hadn't noticed I had stood up until I had walked over to them and he ask who I was.

"I'm Isabella, I will go and get Miss Flicker for you." and I dashed out of the room and down the hall to her office and knocked she called for me to come in "there are two men here saying they are sorry for being late."

"Ahhh yes that will be the Oakley-Mellets" she said standing up and walking back to the meeting room. When we had arrived back only the taller brown haired man was there "hello Mr Oakley-Mellet I'm Miss flicker Nice to meet you may I ask where your husband is?

"Nice to meet you Miss, My Tyler is outside with the children and please call me Troye." He said with a smile. That is when I clicked my brain who he was and I started fangirling a little on the inside.