OK all - thanks for the feedback and the PMs! You make me want to do so much better! I'll say once more that I'm sorry if the style or story isn't for everyone - thanks for reading for as long as you have! As long as the majority are still enjoying the way I am writing it then I will keep on that way.

A bit of a shorter chapter today and a bit of a fluffy one tomorrow. A few things have come up and I figure if someone's thinking it there may be more, so I want to reassure you of a few things! For the sake of those who love Evan I promise that whatever happens I'm never going to leave things unresolved in any unpleasant way - you may just have to bear through a few chapters. I can't bear to hurt him for more than that length - and the worse it gets, the bigger and brighter the climax will be. Everything is karmaic - it just requires some patience. Had a couple comments regarding Michelle's history. I will be exploring why she is in the situation she is in the next "episode" but for this one I want to really focus on Evan/Jesus/Moms/Kasey relationship. I wanted to explore some tension between them to see how they come out of it with the new arrangement - hope that is appealing to most as it allows me to write some more Stef/Evan and also a new level to Kasey/Evan which I haven't been able to do since Nerd. I want to put them through some trials in order to make it more realistic of a teenage relationship (even if the circumstances are a bit wacky!).

By the way, for anyone who is interested I finally ended my Fostering Fun drought and have put up a new one shot if you fancy some Stef/Jude love.

Right - you listen to me ramble enough! On with the sticky situation...

Michelle's brain was running at super speed. This would change her plan but now Evan had drugs in his possession. It was almost perfect! Surely Stef and Lena wouldn't put up with that? But he knew that. He wouldn't have them for long. She needed him to be caught. Tonight. She needed him to be scatty or reckless. This moment was crucial. She creeped closer to get to a perfect distance.

"Guys?" she shouted causing both to jump. Evan quickly shoved the weed into his hoodie pocket. They gawped at her, terrified about what she may have seen. Could she have seen?

"Michelle - what are...I mean. Is everything OK?" Evan stuttered.

She continued to play oblivious.

"Everything is fine! I just came to tell you Stef wants you in for dinner. Right now." she smiled.

The two boys looked at each other. She seemed calm and unknowing.

"Of course..." Evan commented.

"I better try talk to Moms before we eat or this is going to be one really awkward dinner..." Jesus said quietly getting up off the decking.

He gave Evan a lingering look of thanks for a second. Evan gave him a gentle nod in acknowledgement.

"Good plan." Evan said as Michelle's eyes widened. Jesus passed her as she tried to think fast. The three of them made their way into the still quiet kitchen.

"Just gonna go change my shirt." he said passing through but Michelle followed him, taking advantage of Stef and Lena being temporarily distracted.

"Wait Evan, can I have a word?" she looked up to him just as they moved into the hall, her eyes wide.

He looked around slightly concerned.

"It's about Jesus."

"I really wanna go down to my room quickly before dinner - can we talk later?"

Her eyes grew wide and pleading.

"It'll just take a moment - and I want it to be in private anyway. I'll come down with you."

Evan looked at her and back at the kitchen his mouth open slightly. His hand twitched as if he wanted to check the weed was still there too. It may be his only way to get rid of her before being called in again.

"OK - fine." She smiled timidly and followed him down.

She just had to stall him long enough to make sure he wasn't alone before dinner.

Jesus had lingered by the door, his other siblings still yet to appear. He peered round trying to make eye contact with one of his Moms.

It was Stef that first caught his eye.

She raised her eyebrow and put the bowl she was carrying down. Licking the tip of her thumb she nudged Lena seeing that he obviously was wanting to talk.

The two women walked over to Jesus and shepherded him into the hall calling to a recently arrived Jude to get some water for everyone. They then both stood looking at Jesus, arms folded.

"You can't just keep storming out like that Jesus." Lena said gently. "Not here or at school, you need to understand that."

He delved his hands deep into his pockets.

"I know, I know. I just...it's been a really bad day - and I'm sorry." He looked up at them with his dipped head. He wasn't smaller than either but his body was scrunched down. "Look, I am sorry for how I acted...I mean, how I've been acting and I really want to try and make it up to you again. I want you to be able trust me and I want to be able to trust myself."

Both of his Moms' hearts dropped slightly seeing the genuine regret their son was exhibiting.

He looked around nervously, shuffling his feet.

"So...if you think we need to see the doctor..." he gulped trying to force out the words. "Then I will...if you really think it's what's best...but I would really like to try and see if I can improve by myself first...if you will let me." He looked up to them sheepishly, his puppy dog eyes were so full of integrity. He really was saying this from the bottom of his heart.

Lena and Stef looked at each other remembering their fight before. Stef was already unhappy about wanting to up his medication and they realised that they had forgotten the most important thing through their fight - to ask Jesus' opinion on how he wanted help. They both let out a knowing sigh.

"Well...maybe it won't hurt to give you another chance - provided you are really, really going to make a go for this." Lena said as Jesus couldn't help hide a smile of relief.

"I really think I can - Evan's talk really helped me realise some things. I really think it may help me."

Stef's lip flickered a small smile. She really was so grateful and proud that Jesus had a role model that they could trust. One that was actually getting through to him.

"Well that's good. I hope this means you can figure out other ways to process your anger." Stef added.

Jesus nodded.

"And I promise you Jesus, if you keep yourself cool and Porter still tries anything we can do more to eventually get rid of him. I will do anything I can." Lena said stroking his cheek as he nodded.

Stef put her arm on his back. "OK, let's eat. We'll finish this off later once Mama and I have had a chance to talk. But don't let us down Jesus? Really, any more slip ups..."

"I know, I really won't. I promise." Stef patted him on the back as he walked, with a slightly higher head, into the kitchen.

"Sounds like Evan is a miracle worker..." Lena said quietly with a smile.

Stef chuckled slightly. "Well as long as they don't both end up being picked up from jail Saturday morning, I guess it can't hurt for him to have a positive male role model as well. Someone he has a little more in common with than Brandon. Someone to help him process his testosterone."

"Actually...where is Evan, now you mention it?" Lena looked around, slightly concerned.

"Well...Michelle went out to get him...I'm sure I saw them come in..." Stef looked down the hall. "I'll go check the basement."

Evan and Michelle had descended the stairs to his room. It was small and still many boxes left (despite the clear out), but Stef and Lena had given him enough to make it as comfortable as possible. There was a pullout bed and a table along with a lamp and some shelves with boxes for Evan's belongings.

Without coming too far in Evan turned so that Michelle couldn't get past the door enough to close it. He knew how it would look if they were in there with a closed door and he didn't trust Michelle after the incident in Kasey's room.

"So? What is it?" He asked folding his arms across his chest.

Michelle stuttered. She was still playing this as she went along.

"Well...I was a little concerned about him today - and I know how much he admires you."

Evan scrunched his face up slightly. It seemed a rather redundant statement to make.

"I appreciate your concern Michelle - but you just saw me talking to him. We weren't exactly discussing football scores." He said with a hint of annoyance.

Michelle realised it had been a bit sloppy.

"I know, I know - obviously - I just, well I wondered if you thought that maybe it would help if I talked to him...or maybe talked to my Dad about it. I just don't want to seem like I'm sticking my nose in. I just really...well I feel terrible about it all. He seemed so beat up in detention."

Evan put his head down. She seemed to have such genuine concern. He just couldn't figure this girl out.

"Well...I guess. I mean, I think he'll be fine but maybe if you have any weight with your Dad...I don't..."

"Guys?" The two youths swung round as Stef stood in the doorway.

Evan momentarily panicked but Michelle heaved a small sigh of relief. Stef flicked her eyes between them suspiciously. As much as she was trying she was finding it hard to ignore her gut feelings about Michelle.

"What you two up to down here?" She asked looking hard at Evan.

The framing of it all made him sound guiltier than he actually was.

"We were just talking...about Jesus." He said through a small stammer. He could feel his hands getting sweaty. There he stood - with drugs in his pocket...in his room...with his girlfriend's mortal enemy...also her brother's girlfriend. Michelle was loving it.

"It's OK, we're done. I was just telling him I was thinking about talking to my Dad and if he thought that would help." She smiled.

Stef gave a small nod but still didn't seem impressed.

"We heading up?" Michelle asked twitching her head to the door. Neither were budging without Evan.

"Sure...I just...was gonna take off my..." Evan spoke while taking off his hoodie as carefully as he could and placed it down on the bed.

"Good plan - have you ever even washed that thing? I've never seen you in anything else." She joked biting her lip.

His eyes widened.

"Ha...it...well it's my favourite. Padres...you know...OK...let's go." He said rushing forward.

"Michelle, you head up. I'll be up with Evan in a minute." Michelle nodded gently looking back to take in the scene and reluctantly disappeared.

He strode forward trying to pass Stef but she put her hand on his chest to hold him back.

Her voice dropped to whisper.

"Evan...first of all...thank you for talking to Jesus. You seem to have got through to him and I appreciate that. I think it's good to have someone like you there for him."

He nodded. "No problem..." He replied hoping that would be all but knowing that he it was unlikely. Stef prevented his escape once again this time gripping his shirt slightly as she pulled him back.

"That being said...and I'm not accusing you of anything here...I think I know you better than that..."

He looked to her terrified. Did she know about the drugs? Had Jesus told her?

"I just want you to be careful with Michelle..." he took a second take.

"Just be glad that it was me that found you down here and not Kasey...no matter how innocent it may have been I'm not sure she'd see it like that."

"Mrs F...really nothing - " He was flustered that she would suggest it but he knew it was more because he knew she was right - Kasey would have gone mad.

"I know...I know...I'm not saying that. I'm just saying that you're a good guy and sometimes good guys get taken advantage of..."

He nodded realising where this was coming from. She was right again, it wouldn't be the first time Michelle had tried.

"OK." She then turned her attentions to the hoodie on the bed. "You know Michelle has a point about that hoodie dummy, maybe I should chuck it in with today's wash..." She said walking over to it.

His eyes flared again and he stepped forward. "No! I - I really don't like machine washing it...I'll handwash it myself, really."

She picked it up and turned to him folding it out to look at it.

Evan leapt forward and grabbed it off her Stef raised her eyebrow slightly shocked.

"Okaaay, calm down kiddo." She raised her now empty hands defensively.

"Sorry I - " he let out a small giggle realising how suspicious he looked. "I'm really funny about my Padres stuff."

She looked at him through a squint.

"OK..." she said slapping his arm. "Let's go upstairs, shall we?" She said as he placed it down again. She patted him on the back before guiding him up. He let out a deep breath as they reached the hall. Jesus' secret was safe with him.

Oh Evan. If only he watched The Fosters he would know that telling Lena and Stef would probably have been better. Would love to hear what you think is going to happen!

Chapter 22 Preview: We have a typical Adams Foster dinner and Callie gives Stef some daughterly advice. That's right - some Callie/Stef coming up.

Stef shook her head. "I just don't understand why she's being so stubborn about this. We just want her to have the best opportunities to get into the best schools I mean that's no too much is it? This is for her, it's all for her. It's for her future...and are you laughing at me, young lady?" Stef interrupted her rant as she noticed Callie laughing into the sink she hovered over.

"No..." She laughed as Stef got more agitated. She cracked a smile herself and grabbed the sprayer spraying Callie lightly in the face.