At 17 years old I, Tyler Brooks had been to 5 foster homes and not including the one that I was heading to at the moment. All the homes that I had been to were all the same. They filled were filled with a bunch of snooty people with club memberships that cost more than the average home. They were all filled with a bunch of uptight people that wanted to show off to their friends that they were “loving family” that welcomed their home to anyone. Anyone, especially that one kid with crazy colored hair, tattoos and gothic clothes. These were the type of people that always wanted to adopt the, how had my case worker called it, “trouble youth”. No doubt was this house was probably going to be the same.

He pushed me up against the wall. "You know that you like this." he whispered in my ear. I pulled back a little. "...No...I c‑can't" I stuttered. Alec grinned wickedly. Oh, how I loved that grin. He pressed closer and closer until I could feel his every outline against mine. He kissed me. "If you don't like it, then why are you still here?" ****Originally StormyDawn's story on Quotev****