Remember Me? ch. 3

A/N: I know I know just kill me because I haven't updated but there is no excuse other than I was just plain lazy. hahaha. I start school next week so be prepared for my writing to come to a major slow down or even a stop until I get some form of vacation. Anywhooooo. . . on with the story!

Later on that night Juno called Vanessa to plan what to do next and how to move on to the next step but was surprised when it wasn't Vanessa's voice she heard answer the phone but a young boys voice instead.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Hey, um, it's Juno. . . is your Mom home?" Juno asked tentatively.

"Yes, she is. Hold on," Juno heard muffled noises and noticed he was trying to cover up the mouth piece of the phone. "Mom, some lady named Juno is on the phone for you?" Juno heard more muffled sounds as the phone was being passed from Anthony's hands to Vanessa's.

"Juno? Hi!" Vanessa answered.

"Yeah, well I talked to Bleeker and he would love to take Anthony in. I was wondering if maybe this Saturday Bleeker and I can pick him up and take him out and spend some time with him, so then he knows us a little bit better before he comes to live with us?" Juno held her breath and hoped Vanessa hadn't changed her mind.

"Well, let me ask him," Vanessa answered as she turned her head away from the phone Juno heard her ask: "Anthony, sweetie, Mommies friends Juno and Bleeker want to take you out this Saturday so Mommie can have a day to herself, would you like to spend time with them?" Juno supposed Anthony said yes because next thing she heard was:

"Alright June, he said he'd love to. About what time will you be here to pick him up?"

-Saturday-Anthony POV-

I woke up today and rolled over in bed to look at my alarm clock on the table next to my bed, it read "8:30" Juno and Bleeker weren't supposed to be here until 10:00 so I had time to get ready.

"Anthony?" Mom voiced from my doorway.

"yes Mom?" I answered back.

"You all set for today?" she asked bitting her lip.

"Mom I just woke up. Can I at least get dressed and eat before I call myself 'ready'?"

Mom laughed and walked away. I opened up the top drawer in my dresser and looked at my clothes. Since Mom still bought my clothes most of my dresser was full of sweater vests and other disgustingly "cute" things as my mother liked to call them. I dug for a bit until I found my favorite t-shirt that I got from Mark, a friend of Mom's who comes around on Christmas and my birthday and gives me presents that I know Mom would never even consider getting me. Like this shirt. It was gray and had a picture of a guitar on it.

All I remember from getting this gift is it was my birthday earlier this year and there was a ring from the doorbell and I went to answer the door. Mark was standing there holding a present, Mom came up behind me and said "Oh, Mark, you made it." In a voice that only sounded fake, like she didn't want him there. Mark handed me the present and said:

"Here bud. I thought you might like this."

So, obviously, I tore open the wrapping paper and in the small box was this shirt. I saw the picture of the guitar on it and smiled. I loved music, for as long as I could remember I loved music, and I always wanted to play the guitar, which I one day told Mark about.

He laughed and said, "don't tell your mother." I didn't listen to him and I remember when I told Mom that I wanted to play the guitar she got a funny look on her face and said, "Well I would love it if you tried the cello instead." that was about three months ago and I took what she said to mean "cello first, guitar later". I don't really think that is what Mom meant now that I look back on it, but I'm not going to give up. I'll wear her down eventually.

I glanced around the room toward my cello sitting on its stand in the corner. I detested playing it. It was a nice instrument but every time I looked at it I imagined myself playing guitar instead.

I let out a sigh and walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Mom was standing at the sink and she turned around to look at me when she realized that I was there.

"Oh, sweetie, you have so many adorable outfits in your dresser, why do you have to wear that one?" she asked looking down at my jeans and t-shirt.

"Well I like it. And it's not itchy like those dumb sweaters are."

"Anthony Loring! Those sweaters are cute and they look nice on you. They are not 'dumb'." I decided to let her win that one and I grabbed a banana from the bowl on the counter and ate it in the living room while I watched Spongebob on the T.V. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door.

"I got it!" Mom said racing to the door.

"Hey Vanessa, is Anthony ready?" the voice from the phone said. Why does it sound as if I have heard it somewhere else too? Like it's way too familiar.

"Yes, Juno, he's right here." wait a second. Juno. . . Juno? Oh my gosh Juno! I ran past the door and up the stairs to my room. Mom once had a framed note from my real mom but the note got replaced after I was born with a picture of me and mom. I opened the bottom drawer of my dresser and dug to the back corner. I found the yellow note and read it once, twice, three times before it hit me. I'm going to meet my real mom. I stood up and stared at her name scribbled along the bottom of the paper.

"Anthony! What have I told you about running in the house! And you didn't even say hello to our guests. They're here for you, you know," Mom said opening my door. I looked up at her and my eyes met hers.

"She's really my mom isn't she? And Bleeker. . . he's really my dad?" I looked beyond Mom, Juno and Bleeker were standing behind her. Mom nodded and I knew she probably had a day and time all planned out for telling me about this. I wasn't angry at her, or my real parents, I knew Mom had adopted me. Now I was just excited. I'm finally going to get to know my real parents! This is so cool!

"Anthony why don't we go downstairs and get acquainted with each other, then you guys can leave," Mom suggested as she turned and walked down the stairs.

"Hey, kid, I like your shirt." Juno said to me smiling.

"Thank you. Mom doesn't like it, but it's my favorite shirt. I got it from Mark, he's one of Mom's friends. . . I think." Juno nodded and sat across from me on the other sofa in the living room. Bleeker quietly sat next to her. He looks like me. But my hair is darker, like Juno's.

-Juno POV-

Anthony was tall and gangly for his age, I mean he was only 8, but I guess he takes after Bleeker. I see a lot of Bleeker in Anthony's face. But Anthony has my dark hair. That Vanessa has perfectly clipped very short. I almost gag. This kid has no way of expressing himself.

"So, Anthony, you play any instruments?" I ask him while Vanessa is in the kitchen getting us some cucumber water. What is up with her and her drinks? Anthony puts a disgusted look on his face and says:

"I play the cello."

"Oh, that's cool. . . I rock a harmony and Bleeker also plays guitar." as I say this Anthony's face lightens up and he says:

"That's so cool! I wanted to learn how to play the guitar but Mom wanted me to learn the cello. It's not that I don't like the cello it's just. . . . well I don't like the cello." I laughed. Typical Vanessa, wanting the perfect child. This kid is the spawn of me and Bleeker, no doubt about it. I think I'm going to like taking care of this kid. He's pretty cool.

"Yeah so today Juno and I were going to take you out to a movie, then something to eat, then we plan it from there. Sound good?" Bleeker asks looking at Anthony, then me. Anthony nods and Vanessa hands us glasses of cucumber water.

I thought to myself, I only have about three more weeks before he's living with us. Will he be ready? How can we prepare him for this?

A/N: I always wondered what would Vanessa do if Juno's son ended up being just like her and Bleeker? So he's kind of a rebel to Vanessa. I'm not sure how I want Anthony to find out about his mom. I mean he just met Juno and Bleeker so I don't want to spring it on him, then again he supposedly only has three weeks left with Vanessa. So. . . I'm at a rut with that. . . yeah.