Some OC introduction finally! You will love it my dearies, thrust me. TRUST me! HA!

The rest of the week was quiete uneventful in itself. Alex learned new things about the Washington's everyday, and helped prepare for Cassie's arrival. He wa beyond excited to meet her. Becuase he nor Laf had hung out with no one but eachother for the past week.

May 31, Cassie's place

An awkward goodbye between my former parents, loading a bunch of shit into a U Haul, and adios, amigos!

The next day, Cassie POV

Ever do makeup in the same car you just slept in? Yah, it isnt fun. But I dont look like horse shit so I am ready to meet... the Washington's. I carry my bag close. At least 10 boxes sit in a uhal. I cant wait to bring all of that shit in. Might I add, it is the first. I start on the first every month. God, I am so fucked.

Mrs. Monroe led the way to the door. This house was fricking fancy. She knocks. And a beautiful woman answers the door.

"Hello! Im Martha! Nice to meet you." She extends a hand for me to shake. I take it.

"Come on in! I will have George bring in your boxes.

Sounds like home. No physical effort expected from me. I think of the time I wanted to move my own bag, and my mom snapped, and we had a huge fight.

"O, thank you."

"It's fine, you have had a long ride."

Then a tall man walked up to me. Oh shit, Cas. Be more chill!

"Hello, Cassie. I am George. It is a pleasure to meet you." He shakes my hand. I get a good, fatherly vibe from this guy.

"Hello, George." Huh. That caught on that Cassie was my nick name, quiete fast.

Then, 2 boys that are my age walk up to the door. Mrs. Monroe told me about how her husband brought the one here- his name was to be Alexander- in the car.

First, a dark skinned boy with stubble and his hair in a bun comes up to shake my hand.

"Bonjour, ma dame! Je suis Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de Lafayette, Marquis de Lafayette. Je sius votre frere adoptif, et c'est un plaisir de faire votre connaisance! S'il vos plait fates, appalez-moi Lafayette."

I return the handshake. Martha snaps at him to speak english, but I reply to him.

"Donc nous parlons Francais, non? Eh bien, bonjour Lafayette. Je suis Cassidy-Anne Kayleigh Lehay, Appelez-moi Cassidy-Anne, vous etes mort." I think for a second. Ask him to call me what my friends did in Indiana? Cassie. No. New town, new me. I dont care if this seems like Divergent cliche but goddammit(Im willing to wait for it) I don't want to be remebered as, sweet, polite, retarded, emotional, Cassie. My middle name. YES! I have been trying to get people to call me by my middle name for years, now, I finally could. Apllez moi Kayleigh, si vous voulez. Je ne suis pas tres fan de mon ancient prenom. C'est un plaisir de faire votre connaisance aussi."

He nearly screamed.

"ANOTHER FRENCH SPEAKING PERSON FOR MY FAMILY! YES!" He up and hugged me, which at first I tensed up, but then relaxed into the hug.

The other one must have been Alexander.

"He did that to me too when I replied in French." He laughed. "Im sorry, allow me to introduce myself." He stepped forward, and shook my hand. Oh, and if you want to know where Martha and George and Mrs. Monroe were, they were outside, talking. "I am Alexander Hamilton, but please, call me Alex.

"Hello, Alex. Nice to meet you. I have heard about you." And that was creepy. Good job, Kayleigh, cos look what you did!

"Oh, yes. So, you prefer Kayleigh?" He asks.

"Um.. kind of a last minute desicion to cahnge my name." I blush, maybe becuase I have the slightest crush on him, but, he looks alot like me. Brown eyes, dark brown hair with hints of gold and red, skinny(ish applying to myself) and smol.

"That is what Laf did. In France, he was Gilbert, but in America, he is Lafayeet." I laugh at his joke. I love name puns, unless they are offending. Kinda. Well, forget this. fuCK IT!

Martha walks back into the hall, with a box from the UHaul, and George has one too. Mrs. Monroe is unloading them onto the concrete, and then when she is done, she waves goodbye and drives away. I still had a bunch of random shit back in Indiana, and Chilly told me she wouldnt touch it, but she probably will. She likes to get rid of my things.

Martha signals for me to follow her, and we go down the hallway, up some stairs, and into a lovely room. The walls are grey, and the bedspread is chevron grey, white, teal, and peach. The furniture is white, and the windows are letting abundant light through the blinds.

"Here, set your bag down here. You can get settled while we bring in the rest of your boxes." I nod. This room- this house is freaking sweet! The bed is in my favorite place, too, against the wall. In the bag are just life essentials, and a bunch of food wrappers, which I toss into the trashcan. Then.. god, pad wrappers we didn't get the chance to toss, and then, a bit of makeup, yesterdays clothes, wich I found the laundry hamper against the wall. There were two doors. One was a regular closet ( I dont really like walk in closets) with a dresser next to it. It is on the left side of the door if you are stanfing at the middle. The other door- on the wall opposite the bed- was- holy shit- its a bathroom! I set my makeup and toiletries (and pads) on the counter, and look in th mirror. I look tired, and my broken glasses are sliding off. But my hair and makeup I compliment myself for for being so good.

George and Martha bring the other 10 boxes, 3 bags, and two crates that I brought, and I prepare to unpack. I opt to listen to music.

Spongebob insert: 1 and a half hours later

I catch my self singing. "On the outside always looking in will i, ever be more than ive always been, cos im tap, tap, tapping on the glass, waving through a window!" Whoopsy doopsy. The last thing I opted to do was hang my fanart and shit like that.. The wall where my bed was had a window, and infront of my bed there is a tv, the back wall has more windows and a desk, and left of th door is a closet. I decide to put the shit on the wall next to the bathroom door. I scoot the dresser over.

I put the "Lit" light on first, with a command strip that was left in my room. As well as some nails and- they trust me with a hammer. I put the chameleon painting below it, and the canvas heart I bought next to that, then a plaque i somehow own. Then, my fanart. My fanart was what got me into a lot of trouble at home, becuase some of it was LGBTQ+. Like, ships from Miranda, or DEH, and stuff like that. But, Mrs. Monroe told me something in the car.

"Cassie."

"Yes?" I ask, taking out my earbud.

"You know who the Washington's are, right?"

"People." I smirk. She rolls her eyes.

"George is the Virginia senator elect. He is quite liberal, and fighting for LGBTQ+ rights and acceptance in Virginia.

I squeal. I am so excited.

I put up my fanart, then my bisexual pride flag. I am done. I look at my new room fondly, and plug in my phone. I check the time, 12:32. I need lunch. I head downstairs. It smells good. Its grilled cheese. I love grilled cheese. "I hope you like grilled cheese. I made it on white bread, just incase you had any allergies." Martha said from the stove. Alex and Laf were both at the table. Alex was writing, and Laf appeared to be texting someone.

"ooh, Alex. John got back today!" Laf said, as I sat down, with literally nothing to do.

Alex blushed heavily- wait. WEre my new foster siblings members of the LGBTQ+ community? If so, I am where I belong!

"Yah, and?" He retorted.

"Well, Maman et papa are throwing a party tommorow, if you remember. So, you can talk to him then." Laf smirked.

"I mean... I follow him on instagram." Alex showed Laf his followers list.

"ZEN YOU SHOULDA TAKED TO HIM!" Laf screamed.

"I dont know... I..." He trailed off.

"Sometimes it is better to meet a crush in person." I say.

""She is right. Be like... hey person i dont know, i am not a stalker, i know your gay, and i have a crush on you." Alex said. I laughed.

"O-or like, hey! I am a stranger who knows one of your friends, and I wanna date you!" Laf tried to one up ALex/ I got this.

"Or like, Yo! I need to have an anonomous sword fight, so you are the lucky person who gets to go against me!" Thank God Martha didn't hear anything.

"YES!" Laf practically shrieked. I noticed his nails were painted a dark black. Interesting.

I think my foster siblings are confidently LGBTQ+. Alex is literally talking about asking a boy out, for fucks sake! this house is awesome. Ok? Becuase the kitchen is big enough that if you are at the stove, even if you are a bunch of dirty minded homos, you wont hear them.

Over lunch, Martha made a few announcements.

"Ok, brace yourselves for a busy summer, kids." She smiled. Busy summer? Finally, I wont be writing all summer long!

"What is gonna happen?" I ask.

"Tomorrow, I'm taking you shopping. Then, we are having a pool party. In a couple of weeks, we are going to the beach for a few days. After that, on the last week of June, ya'll are going to summer camp. Then, at the end of July, we are going to Disney World. And, if you kids ever want to do anything in between, I can take you. I am a stay-home mom.

"No me diga! We are doing all of that?" I ask.

"Si. And, if you say that because you are an In The Heights fan, I am, too." Martha smiled sweetly. Alex looked to shocked to speak. But, this was probably Lafayette's ordinary summer.

"I am, actually."

"Terrific! Also, sometime this month, we are taking the kids to a youth pride convention. You are welcome to come if that applies to you." No. Me. Diga. Did my foster mother just say we were going to a pride convention? Yes, she did.

"Yes, I'd love too!" I reply, cheerfully.

"Alright, now, you kids go relax, and Laf? Give Kayleigh (Holy shit she already caught on what I want to be called) A tour later, k?

"Oui, maman. Aurevoire!" We all left and went to our rooms. I have never been in the care of anyone but CHilly and JAred beofre, but im running with the system on my side and I am loving it.

AN: I have nothing to say except... damn! And another thing- over the weekend it was literally End of MAy or Early JUne, and It was sooo beautiful at this park I was at! So, I listened to for forever on the gocart, and wrote all we see is sky for forever- DEH, on the chalkboard in the visitors center. Theatre trash was here! I hope you enjoyed this. BI!