Adopted by Chris Evans

Chapter 1

Chris Evans got out of the taxi he had taken. He walked quickly through the rain and knocked on the massive oak door.
A second later it creaked open. And a face appeared. "Mrs Dixon-Wright?" The face nodded. "I'm Chris Evans." Realisation dawned on the face. The door opened further.
"Come on in from the rain Chris." He stepped inside and smiled thankfully at the lady standing in front of him. "I am Mary. Now if you want to take your wet layers off I will get you a towel and we can get started." She disappeared and Chris took off his coat and was contemplating taking his shoes off when the lady, Mary, came back. "Here. You can take your shoes off if you want." He did so. "Right, follow me."
Chris followed the lady along a corridor and up two flights of stairs. They stopped at a door. Mary knocked and then opened the door. They went in.
The room was quite big, with two beds, cupboards and desks taking up most of the space. The walls were covered in band posters, drawings, paintings, photos and movie posters.
A boy was lying on his stomach on one of the beds, engrossed in a book. Another boy was sitting on a chair with his feet on one desk, he was strumming a guitar.
Both boys looked up as they entered and Chris was struck with the identical appearances. Both had curly black hair, intelligent green eyes, pale skin and a smattering of freckles on their noses. They looked about fourteen with gangly limbs and thin frames.
The one with the guitar stood up and stuck his hand out. "Hi, I'm Adrian. " Chris shook his hand.
"I'm Chris."
Adrian indicates the other boy who waves. "That's Alistair. I assume you want us to introduce you to the little ones?"
"Actually Adrian Chris is here for you."
"Really? Wow nice." The other boy, Alistair, spoke up. He notices Chris's confused look. "Not many people want teenagers, only little kids."
"Well I am not one of those people." Alistair smiled.
"Okay, I am going to let you guys talk for a bit. I'll be back up soon." Mary walked out the room.
One of the boys indicates a desk chair. "Feel free to sit down." They all sit down, Chris on one chair, one boy on the other chair and the other boy on the bed. "So what do you want to know about us?"
Chris shrugged. "I know the typical stuff from your files. So what won't be in them?"
"We are in a band, it's called Four Non Blonds, we play every Friday night at the pub which is owned by the other members' parents."
"That's cool. Who plays what?"
"I'm lead singer and guitar, Alistair is bass but we often swap around and our friend Casper is keys, his little brother, Nicholas, plays drums. You should come on Friday." Chris nods.
"I think I will, we can get food before and then you guys can play."
The boys both grinned. "Sounds great!"
Later on Chris said goodbye to the boys and headed back to his hotel.
Friday came around and Chris met the twins at the orphanage, it was cold but dry.
"Ready?" Chris asked the kids.
They nodded and started walking to the pub.
They entered and ate dinner before the twins left to get set up.
They greeted their friends and got the equipment ready. Then it was showtime.
"Hi everyone, most of you know us but for those who don't we are Four Non Blonds. I'm Adrian, Alistair is on bass, Casper is keys and Nick on drums. We hope you enjoy."
The band's set consisted of British rock hits from the 00s. By the end the whole pub was singing along and dancing.
"Thank you guys so much for having us tonight!" Adrian calls before they leave the stage.
Chris walked up to the boys with a huge grin on his face. "You guys were amazing!" They laughed.
"Thank you."
"We should get you guys back, okay?" They nodded.
Back at the orphanage Chris wished the twins goodnight and went back to his hotel.
In their room, Alistair flopped onto his bed tiredly while Adrian went to his cupboard. "I think I'm just going to sleep forever Ads."
"No, you need to change and wash." The younger twin groaned into his pillow. Adrian laughed. "Come on Ali you need to, you'll regret it in the morning if you don't."
"Urgh, fine." He got up and went to his cupboard to get his pyjamas.