Part 5. Mission: The Interview.

"' Sunny Hill Farm, reorganizing teens sense 1985?!" Trevor read, in a shout, as he read the leaflet, for the second time. He was in the backseat with Trisha, while Michael took shotgun and Franklin drove. "Is this car new, F? I might vomit..."

"Relax, T, it's not going to be for that long," Michael explained. "I'm not thrilled about it either, but we gotta make a good impression, so she gets in. Otherwise she could get locked up."

"We'll make a fine impression," Trevor said, with complete sureness. "Everyone loves me."

"Yeah, sure..." Michael trailed off. "I'm gonna call Lester, to make sure we got all the facts straight."

Michael did just that, pulling out his phone and hitting it a few times. He put it on speaker phone just as Lester answered. "What now?"

"We just wanted to go over the plans one more time," Michael explained. "So, seven years ago Trevor adopted her and I stepped in and gave 'em a hand?"

"No," Lester replied over the phone. "You can sell that to a lot of people, but not these people...they can dig into everything. Do you know how much covering up I had to do?"

"Oh, so sorry, Les, taking you away from all the girl's gym lockers you spy on!" Trevor retorted, leaning up, over Michael's shoulder to bitch. "What the fuck is the plan then?"

"You, Michael, and Trevor adopted Trisha about seven years ago, together," Lester explained, sounding even more short after Trevor's comment, which is shocking, as he was already short. In more than one way. "I buried all of her records before that time, destroyed her birth records."

"Yo, but like...why would two men adopt a kid together?" Franklin asked, which was a very good point, Trevor thought. "Seems a bit fucked up."

"It's simple," Lester answered. "They're gay."

"We're what?!" Trevor retorted.

"Gay?" Michael, too, responded. "For fucking real? Gay?!"

"It's the only thing that would make sense."

"And how the fuck would that make sense?" Trevor offered. No one answered.

"What about my wife?" Michael asked, which got an answer.

"For now it looks like you got a divorce."

"Oh...Jesus," Michael complained. "She's going to fuckin' kill me..."

"And how are me and Miss Sparkling Diva supposed to have gotten together?" Trevor wondered now. "He shows up from the dead and I go 'Ooh, suck my dick?'"

"However you choose, I really don't care," Lester answered, and then promptly hung up. Michael ran a hand over his face and put his phone away.

"Well," Trevor said, sighing and leaning back into his seat. "It looks like you got what you always wanted, Trisha, Honey, your daddies are flaming homosexuals now."

"I...uh, definitely never wanted that," Trisha retorted. Trevor smiled at her words.

"Aw, why not?"

"Because she knows I'm a happily married man?" Michael offered, looking back at them, a stern, unhappy look on his face.

"You call that happy?" Trevor shot back. Michael rolled his eyes.

"Fuck you, Trevor."

"Maybe later, Sugar Tits," Trevor smirked.

"Oh my fucking god..." Michael trailed off, looking up to the sky, which was actually just the roof of the car. "Kill me now!"

"Also, maybe later, Sugar Tits, if we're feelin' spicy," Trevor said, making Michael close his searching eyes in grief. "So, Mikey, Baby, how'd you fall in extra amounts of love with this perfect piece of man right here?"

"With lots of mistakes and stupidity," Michael answered, still not opening his eyes. "And a fucked sense of judgement."

"Uh-huh, well...obviously I settled," Trevor explained. "I could find a more manly man on a pole at the gay bar than you."

"You wanna pull over and see how manly I can get?!" Michael shouted. "I'll punch you right in the teeth, you fuck!"

"Yeah...yeah," Trisha said, suddenly, shutting Trevor's mouth and his really, honestly, great reply. They both looked at her. "And then after you might as well just drop me off at the prison."

"Little T, trust, they talk a lot of shit to each other," Franklin said, making Trisha sigh. "But they won't fuck this up."

"Yeah," Trevor agreed, trying to give his daughter reassurance, which wasn't really his thing. "Everything will be okay ."

XXX

They arrived at the Sunny Hill Farm and Trisha looked around, outside the window, at the dingy, red buildings. So, this was where she would have to spend her days? Well, it was no worse than the trailer, she thought. The three exited the car, Franklin was going to wait in the car, he was just here for emotional support, or because Michael and Trevor were too lazy to drive.

"Are you ready?" Trevor asked, as he and Trisha stood there, waiting for Michael to pull stuff from his pockets and then put it right back in, twice. There was his wallet, his phone...a gun,of FREAKING course he brought a gun. Did he really think he was going to have to shoot up a kid?

Trisha sighed, "Yep."

"Mikey?"

"Ueh..." Michael sputtered, looking very nervous. Which Trisha found odd, he was normally more sensible out of the two of them, which said very little next to Trevor. "Yeah."

"Michael...?" Trevor prompted. Which seemed to crack whatever resolve Michael had and he dropped his shoulders, looking tense.

"I don't know how to play gay..."

Trevor laughed, richly, and placed an arm around his supposed partner. "I do, just follow my lead."

Michael didn't look convinced, and quite frankly, neither was Trisha now.

They walked up the few steps to the front doors and walked inside. It smelled like plastic, which made the part of her brain that was raised by Trevor think this was definitely a sign for something. There was a woman sitting at a very large desk, with bottled red hair, she looked up and raised a eyebrow.

"De Santa Philips?"

All three of them nodded.

"Come through here," she stood up, and pointed toward a hallway. "I wasn't expecting you for another twenty."

"Punctuality," Trevor said, pompously, as they followed her. They were taken into a room with four desk chairs in a circle, but with no desks to speak of, only a dresser which had lots of random things on it, like a bottle of glue and a bin that said Outside Only. The three sat down in the three chairs that were the closest together, and the women sat in the forth.

"Are you the one interviewing us?" Michael asked, which Trisha also had been wondering. The woman's eyebrow rose again.

"Yes, is that a problem?"

"No," Michael answered. "Just asking."

"If I like what I see after this interview, the information will be passed on to the owners, and they will call you in for a second interview." Trisha barely had time to process this, before the woman continued. "In this program, we have come across, more often than not, that the child's misbehavior is due to the lack of good parenting. So, let's begin with the base problem..."

Trisha's eyes went wide, it was entirely true of course, but she couldn't help but look over at Trevor, she was just waiting for him to pull out a gun and blow her away. It seemed Michael thought the same, because he too was staring at him. The woman, not sensing the danger she was in, continued on, when she didn't get an answer right away.

"Mr. De Santa?"

"Yeah?" Michael asked in return, jumping and looking back at her. Her face turned dark, lines forming under her very large cheekbones.

"My paper work says you used to be married and have two children from that union," she explained. "How is your relationship with them compared to this one, with your daughter?"

"I probably have a better one with Trisha,"Michael said, and Trisha could tell he honestly thought that. But, Trisha couldn't exactly say he was wrong right now, even though he was. "My other two kids...I love 'em, I really do, but I just don't get 'em, you know?"

"No," the woman answered, and wrote something down in a blue colored journal."Mr. Philips, have you always known you were gay?"

"No, ugh...yeah," Trevor nodded. "I always knew."

She wrote something else down. "And how did you two meet?"

Michael looked over at Trevor, Trevor only grinned. "It's alright, BooBear, I'll tell her the story," Trevor smiled, sweetly, which was horrifying, at Michael and leaned over and patted his knee. "He still gets a bit confused about it, you see...Michael, Darling, was always afraid of his sexuality, I could always sense that."

"Always?" She asked. "So, you were friends before?"

"Ooh yeah, for years before," Trevor nodded. "Mikey and I had known each other when we were younger, but we...lost touch. And when I found him again he was fat and old, washed up and in a unhappy marriage with a woman who was a giant whore, and with two kids who used him for his money. After that...one thing just led to another."

"You fell in love?"

"Something like that," Michael answered, with a glare toward Trevor that the woman very much noticed. "Look, things were really complicated, and they still are. I'm not gonna lie, me and Trevor aren't perfect, far from it, but we love Trisha and we want what's best for her."

"I see," the woman said, and wrote something else. "And Trisha,what made you act out the way you did? Surely you know stealing is wrong?"

"I do, I didn't want to do it," Trisha explained, this was the first time she had spoken to the woman, and that thought made her very nervous.

"Yet...you did it?" the woman retorted. "Why?"

"I was pressured into it, I listened to the wrong people and now I have to pay for it," Trisha explained, eyes traveling over to her two idiots, they both looked very guilty. "We all have to."

XXX

The three had reached the part of the interview where Rachael,that was the woman's name, showed them around the campus. Which, Trisha thought had to at least mean something. They walked outside and Trisha waved to Franklin as they walked passed the car. He momentarily stopped bobbing his head to whatever music he was listening to, waved as he rolled down the window, and watched them intently.

"Whose that?"

"Our driver," Trevor answered, with a smirk over his shoulder at the car."Chauncey, he works really cheep. Will do anything you ask for a fifty." Rachael looked alarmed from Trevor to Franklin, Franklin, who could obviously hear them, flipped Trevor off. He laughed, as Michael, not so secretly, hit him in the arm. "I'm kidding, Jesus!" Trevor said, roughly. "He's actually my brother."

"Your...brother?" She questioned, with a raised eyebrow, her favorite move. "He's-"

"Not as attractive... I know," Trevor said, gravely, cutting her off. "But not everyone can look like me."

"We can just get back to the tour?" Michael asked, losing his patience, Rachael nodded and led the way to the most barn like building Trisha had seen so far. It was the school and Lunch room.

"There will be lunch here everyday,"she explained. "A chef will come in everyday to cook lunch and dinner."

"You have a professional chef?" Michael asked.

"He's professional enough..."

Michael nodded, as Trevor 'oohed' loudly,like he was impressed, as he walked behind Michael and whispered, and none too quite either, because several steps away, Trisha could still hear him. "He's probably poisoned someone."

After that, they saw the work out room, which was in a separate building. And then what was supposedly a library, which looked more like a studio apartment with a few bean bag chairs and one wall full of books. Where they went to next was a building called Monroe. The only reason Trisha knew this was from the plaque on the door before they walked in. Rachael just kept calling it 'The Girls Residence' which really didn't make any sense.

"This is where you will spend most of your free time, you will eat breakfast and dinner here, also do whatever homework or projects you might take on," Rachael explained. "The bedrooms are down this hall," she pointed to a wall behind a giant stoned fireplace and Trisha began suddenly feeling very confused. "Along with the house mother's quarters."

"Wait," Trisha said, looking around for a second, noticing that Michael and Trevor didn't follow them inside. Which was great, if she was being honest. "Bedrooms? Does that mean I'll be staying here all the time?

"Yes...?" Rachael retorted, that eyebrow risen again. "You live here."

"Really?" Trisha asked, with a sudden grin, she saw this as a, if not the best, way to finally get away from her supposed fathers. "I thought it was just a day program..."

XXX

"So..." Trevor paused outside the door as Trisha and The Interviewer walked inside where Trisha would be living. "What do ya think, Mikey?"

Michael, still not exactly pleased with Trevor after his comments during the interview, only shrugged. "Haven't got much of a choice, do we, T? Thanks to you..."

"Whoa there, Buddy...what's with the hostility here?" Trevor asked, he seriously asked that. Michael rolled his eyes.

"Oh, I don't fuckin' know..." Michael retorted. "Maybe that you called my wife a whore or said that I'm afraid of my sexuality, yoou fuck!"

"I told the truth, Mike," Trevor retorted. "I can't help that you're a stereotypical, pre-Madonna asshole who can't handle the truth."

"YOU ACT LIKE YOU'RE SOME FUCKING GOD THAT CAME TO SAVE ME!" Michael shouted, not caring or thinking of if they could hear him inside. "I WAS DOING JUST FUCKING FINE BEFORE YOU CAME AND RUINED MY LIFE!"

"You weren't fine, you were a washed up piece of shit," Trevor retorted. "Whose wife was banging everyone BUT YOU!"

"Fuck you!" Michael shot back, but sounded not nearly as defeated as he felt. "Just go...fuck yourself, if you're so great, you psychotic motherfucker!".

"I might be psychotic, but at least I'm not a pretentious douchebag."

"Ha! Yeah...you're not pretentious, and I'm fucking shit, right?" Michael offered. "Of course, you're completely right, T, I'm wrong...."

"How THE FUCK am I pretentious?" Trevor argued back, Michael shrugged, making a nerve plus in Trevor's forehead. Michael was only too happy about this.

"You have low self-esteem."

"WHAT?!" Trevor roared. "I DO FUCKING NOT!"

"oh, you do, Pal!"

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCKING SHIT WHAT ANYONE THINKS!"

Michael only smirked. Revenge, that bitch was ever so sweet.

"I DON'T!"

XXX

Trisha sat in one of the chairs, while Rachael sat at the house mother's desk, which Trisha had learned that said house mother and all the kids were on some field trip, which was why they weren't there. Either way, now they were just waiting for Michael and Trevor to come in, so Rachael could explain a few things, but the two were too busy shouting at each other to care.

"Do they do this often?"

"Constantly," Trisha sighed, Rachael made a 'hmm' noise and wrote something down on a pink sticky note. "It's how they 'make love,' or so I'm told..."

"That must be hard to deal with."

"You have no idea..."

(A/N: I know I posted yesterday, but I feel like this story is really good, it has great potential, I want more ppl to see it, and I DO have 33 more chapters, so...I need to catch up a little. Like this, comment, ect. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.)