Hey! :)

I came out with this story after hours of intense reading of fanfics Life With Derek (Dasey) related. Even though I know little about Dasey cuz I just watched like the first episodes of that series, I pictured all the stories in my head and found it really cute. Disney Channel stopped broadcasting it. That's another reason I lost track. Why Disney can't give us Dasey or Smitchie or Channy? I want them to kiss like Joella in Jonas, you know. But I guess Disney doesn't work that way :/ Also, the adopted thing came out when I started watching a documentary starred by Angelina Jolie. I began wondering what would happen if two of her adoptive children fall for each other when they grow up. That would be a scandal, bet not for her but for the Paparazzis. Ok well. I should stop babbling and you start reading. Hope U like it =D

Milena

In Love With My Adoptive Sister – Short Story (5 chapters)

My mother always wanted to have a daughter ever since she all has are sons. First, was Jason. Then, it was me. Later, it was Nate and finally, Frankie. The day Mitchie came on our lives wasn't that great. It was great but not that too great. I remember when my parents woke up early in the morning to wake us up and then to go to Shay Home For Girls. Jason wasn't that thrilled with the idea. He always thought girls are repulsive and have cuties. Even though he is a grown up now, I bet he's still thinking that way. Nate was so little he wouldn't remember at all. And I... I will never forget that day.

We arrived at 8 o' clock in the morning to that place. The guardian brought every kind of girls to meet us. There were the cute blonde ones, the smart brunettes, the menacing red haired. My mother smiled to them and they smiled back. Adopting an old child is more difficult than adopting little babies. After that, my mom seemed not to be sure about her decision of adopting a girl. She started wondering the place alone while we were waiting on the reception room. Like two hours later, my mom arrived with the news she met the right one when walking around the playground.

"I met this girl at the playground. Her name's Michelle but rather be called Mitchie. She feels lonely and rejected on this World. Poor creature. She needs love and I have a lot of mother's love to share with her," she said while we were driving in the car back home.

"Sound much like an outcast," Jason replied very annoyed.

"That's great mom," I replied trying not to sound too excited.

It passed three months when Mitchie finally came home. It was an awkward day. A car arrived and parked near my house. Then, a Social Worker rang the bell and Jason opened it. I remember he said Go away, but the well-dressed strong lady just ignored him. She opened the door wider against Jason's will and entered with a girl holding her hand. My mom ran downstairs very excited. She had been painting and decorating Mitchie's room since the day they met. My mom also got her to attend the best school in town and bought her like a zillion dollars in clothes and underwear. Besides, she spent like a thousand dollars buying Mitchie's toys.

Mitchie is now way beyond like we expected. The first day we met her, she was a chubby little girl who wore big glasses and had braces. Her hair was always messed up and her clothes too conservative. She barely spoke to people because of her big, metal braces. Jason was right on that. She surely was an outcast. All girls used to bully on her back in the orphanage. That was the reason she hid when we arrived the first time. My mom had the pleasure of meeting her later that day. When Mitchie came home, Jason, who turned 10 early that month, started rejecting her like she had an infectious disease. Me, as an 8 years old kid, just asked her if she wanted to play with me. I remember her soft yet shy little voice saying "I guess." Today, Mitchie is the most beautiful, wonderful and smartest woman on Earth. She got rid of those big glasses and heavy mouth braces. Her body has been sculpted by dancing. Her voice got silkier by singing. She's such a great dancer and singer. It's kind of awkward saying those things of her ever since I'm supposed to be her brother. But I can't help it. When kids, things were normal. We had this sister – brother relationship. But the time kept going on and we grew up. At the time we were 13, I started feeling weird when being around her. I'm sure she felt the same way. I think there's nothing wrong about it. We're not blood related. We're almost adults. We are having our 18 birthday anytime soon.

We were afraid of admitting we have feeling for each other. It was the night before her Sweet Sixteen when things came out to light.

"Ahhhh!" her screaming can be heard in the distance. Shane was peacefully sleeping when he woke up because of the screaming.

"Oh... there's a thunderstorm," he thought while remaining with his eyes closed. Then, when he remembered the why of the screaming, he got out of bed abruptly.

"Mitchie!" he yelled, wondering if Mitchie heard him. Thunderstorms always scare the crap out of Mitchie. She's afraid of lightnings since a girl in the orphanage got hit by one and died.

Shane rushed to Mitchie's room and found her seated on her bed and all covered up. She was trembling and sweating like crazy. He sat down on the bed and uncovered her. She lied on his arms and rested her head on his chest.

"It's okay. I'm here," he whispered softly.

"I know," she said while snuggling on his chest.

He pulled from the weird situation and helped her to lie down gently on the bed. "No lightning gonna strike you if I'm here. Don't worry. Okay?" he said while covering her up.

"Are you lightning resistant or something?" she asked playfully.

"No, but I'm pretty sure a lighting want me more than you think. If it gonna strike someone, that will be me. I believe sometimes that nature is against me," he replied with a serious face but with a playful tone on his voice.

"So... you're going back to your room?" she suddenly asked. Her voice echoed on Shane's ears and then started running into his head. He doesn't know how to respond. He's not sure if she wanted him to stay or she's just simply asking without a reason.

"I guess. My parents won't be happy if they find me here alone with you," he answered.

"Shane I... I'm scared. The thunderstorm and my Sweet Sixteen are stressing me out. I can't sleep well thinking about it," she said almost tearful.

Shane sat down again next to her. He rubbed her shoulder gently and then kissed her forehead. "It's gonna be fine. I'm protecting you with all my heart."

"Then, stay with me!" she demanded.

Even knowing that sleeping together is probably illegal, he couldn't reject her demand. Mitchie moved to one side of the bed. Then Shane lied down next to her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and dragged her close to him. He rested his head on Mitchie's shoulder. The next thing that happened, they don't know how to explain it. They just found themselves making out hungrily, like a couple that haven't seen in years. After, they were caressing gently while taking their pajamas off.

Our love is too strong despite the fact we keep hiding it. We are High School seniors and soon we have to separate because of College and stuff. We don't want it to happen. We want to stay together. We want to show our love like every normal couple. It just... we do not know how to tell the family, especially my mom without breaking their hearts.