This story is deeply disturbing. I would not advise that you read it.
Just kidding! It's actually a heartwarming tale about hormones, temper tantrums, and adoption.
That's not true either. Basically, all you need to know about this story is that it involves me, that fool of a social worker, and two suspiciously pale homosexual men.
Still wanna read it?
All right then. I knew you would.
I didn't like this "Lestat" character from the beginning. I didn't like his boyfriend either. They gave off an air of... pervert? Yes, that'll work. Pervert. On that fateful day, I was sitting on my bed, being punished by the Philistines that run the orphanage, when I heard the ever-annoying social worker, Tricia's, voice.
"Now, what kind of child are you looking to adopt?" she trilled. I froze, not believing what I'd heard.
"17 year old." I couldn't see who she was talking to, but they were definitely male. And kind of creepy...
"What gender?"
"Female." Another answered.
I darted to the door, pressing my ear against the keyhole.
"Do you mind if they're a tad... rebellious?"
I could hear the suave grin. "Not at all."
I was getting worried. Surely she wouldn't show him...
"I know just the one! Follow me, gentlemen."
Fuck.
I flung myself back onto my bed, and tried to look repentant.
"Wil-low!" Tricia called cheerfully from the door. If her voice were any higher, she could star in her own Disney movie. "Would you come out, please?"
"I would," I snarled. "If the door wasn't locked."
"Oh. I forgot about that. We keep her door locked at all times, in case she tries to escape again." Tricia explained. "She's quite the troublemaker, you know. In fact, once,-
"Quit slanderizing me, woman!" I shouted from inside. "You have no proof I did that!"
Eventually, they coaxed me out. (More like dragged me.)
"Hello, miss... Willow?" the man asked with a grin. Like I said before, I immediately didn't like him. He looked just like a cheese-eating surrender monkey, and his boyfriend looked like a wimp. First target, locked and acquired.
"Yes. And you are?" I snapped, trying to make him dislike me.
"Lestat. Just Lestat."
"Alright then, LestatJustLestat, what do you want?"
He silently raised an eyebrow with another smirk. He's pretty good at that. A bit too good. It freaked me out. Take him down immediately. "I applaud you on your smirking skills, but who's your boyfriend?" I jerked my chin at the other guy.
He smiled. "I am Louis." He said.
"Pleasure to meet you, Louie." I frowned, then measured my height against him. Three inches taller. Ha. "I'm taller than yer boyfriend, LestatJustLestat! That's awesome!"