PROLOGUE
"What do you mean, you're leaving?" Kyle looked at Allison. She tucked a hair behind her ear, rocked on her heels. He knew that her family moved around a lot, but he never thought she'd leave San Fransisco. She was all he had.
She was the only thing good in his life.
"I'm leaving for Beacon Hills in two weeks, Kyle. That's what that means." Her hand went to his shoulder, "We'll still keep in touch, okay? I promise. I promise we will still be friends and that I'll come visit."
Kyle shook his head, "No, you won't. Don't make a promise you can't keep." He shrugged his shoulders to get her hands off him. Allison frowned, "I'm not making a promise I can't keep—" She took a step back as he took one forward.
"That's the thing with people who have people that they talk to in their families. They think that, hey, it's alright to keep in touch. It doesn't make the distance any harder. I won't be able to get to Beacon Hills, you know that, right? My foster mom doesn't care about me, not the way your family does. I'm sorry, Allison, but you leaving… it's earth shattering."
He wiped his eyes. Everything sucked. He had a to talk to his social worker about his new foster parents, and with Allison leaving it was hard to talk to someone else about. He fisted his hands into his eyes.
"Then, you'll become an Argent."
Kyle looked up and for the first time in his life, he had a sense of what hope felt like.
Allison took his hand, their fingers interlaced. He was pulled downstairs, and into the family room. Mr. Argent looked down at the two. Mrs. Argent crossed her arms, "Have you two said goodbye?" She tilted her head, "Allison, you still need to pack your room."
"Mom, can Kyle be an Argent? Please? Tell them, Kyle. Tell them what you've told me."
Kyle swallowed. His mouth was suddenly dry. Mr. Argent looked at him, a softer look than he'd ever seen on him. Kyle's voice was small. He was small, body hunched over just so he wouldn't have to look at them as he told them how they wouldn't feed him somedays, and that there were other children who got more attention. That they wanted him for money, and nothing more. Mr. Argent nodded and turned to Mrs. Argent. Mrs. Argent looked at Kyle, who hadn't moved.
Mr. Argent sighed, "Well, we will see what we can do. Okay? I can't promise anything, but… we'll see. Curfew is soon. Let's go, Kyle."
Allison put her hand on Kyle's back, "Can I come too?" She turned to Mrs. Argent, "It'll only be a little bit. And I'll pack my room tomorrow, I promise." Allison smiled, "Please?"
Mrs. Argent looked at her daughter, "Alright. You can go." She waved her daughter off, and walked away. Allison looked at her father.
"We're going to make him an Argent, right?"
He looked up to the older man.
"I'll do what I can to make sure he has a good life."
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