Oh hi! So, I know this is supposed to be a dark story, but it's gotta have some light somewhere right? This is a little short, but I hope you guys like it. Tell me what you think in the reviews!

"Chapter 3"

My foster dad, David, picks me up when school's out. He's really nice to me and I really like him. Miriam, my foster mom, doesn't like that he spends so much time with me; she doesn't think it's right. She thinks he's having an affair, and she thinks he's having that affair with me.

All he's doing is trying to be a good dad.

David doesn't touch me unless it's a hug, and even then, it isn't a handsy hug. He doesn't look at me like my 'mother' used to and he's a generally good person.

Miriam just hates me.

She hates me so much that there's a Social Services transportation car outside my foster home by the time David and I get home.

"I didn't want to tell you," he mutters softly as we pull into the driveway.

I shake my head. "Whatever," I sigh as I climb out of the car. This happens once every week, two weeks at the most. It's a routine that I've fallen into by force; nothing new.

As soon as I slam the door, Miriam comes out with my suitcases in tow. The social worker, Melinda, helps her load my things into the back of the car. As she passes me, Miriam gives me a nasty look. I return it with the same level of distaste as I climb into the front seat of Melinda's car. I give a small wave to David and he goes to return it, but Miriam grabs his hand and leads him inside. He looks at me with saddened eyes.

This has always been a wordless process.

I didn't like that stupid two story house with a pool in the back, kids my age down the street, my own room, and a fridge full of food anyway.

Part of me wonders what Miriam took from my stuff. Every time I'm reassigned, someone—usually the actual daughter or the mother—steals something from me. Normally it's a shirt or a bra or jeans, but one time it was my mp3 player. I know she didn't get that, though, because it's in my pocket with my phone.

Melinda hardly ever speaks to me as she drives me to my new 'homes.'

I don't ever speak to her.

After five minutes of a silent ride—her radio is broken—we pull up into a small neighborhood with children running around on front lawns playing with balls and bats and anything else they can get their hands on. All the houses stand in lines—total Stepford Wives thing—looking exactly the same. There are a few trees, but they're the huge kind that've been around for like four hundred years or something and would destroy at least two houses if there were ever a big gust of wind.

Melinda passes those houses and I count them off as I ride. Before we get to the heart of this neighborhood, I count fifteen Stepford houses on my side alone. Then we pull up to this big house that sits facing the car whereas the other houses have parallel faces. It's like a cul-de-sac or whatever it's called where there's one house in the middle of a bunch of houses in a neighborhood.

This house is like four stories tall, two stories taller than the other houses. The bricks are a dull gray with bits of white or yellow—some bright color—swirling all over them to give them color. I can see bits and pieces of a fairly long pool on either side of the house. In the driveway sits two large gas guzzling cars under a tin shed thing.

Once we pull into the driveway, Melinda cuts the engine and gets out. She moves to the trunk, but I continue to stare at the house.

It's…so beautiful…

Someone taps on my window and I jump in shock. I turn to find a very handsome boy smiling at me. Strands of his shaggy black hair are in his face, like he's given up trying to move them away. His lips are perfect…like they'd melt away my own if we ever touched because mine are unworthy.

His eyes…

They're the same blue as hers…

They're so big and full of life and they shine with a light I've never seen before. But then again, I have… They're the same as hers… But, how is that possible?

"Are you gonna stare all day or are you gonna get out?" the boy questions with a wide smirk. I blink and gasp slightly before opening the door. The boy steps back and closes the door behind me once I'm out.

"You must be Bianca," he assumes.

I nod softly. "The one and only," I announce. "And you are?"

"Your new brother," Melinda answers as she brings me my bags. I look to her, and then back to him.

Well, it wouldn't be the first time I'd slept with a foster sibling…

Melinda gestures my bags to me and I take them. But as soon as they touch my hands, the boy grabs them and takes them from me. "Let me help you," he insists. I smile warmly at him as Melinda hands me the rest of my stuff.

The boy turns to her. "My parents are out back with the barbeque if you wanna talk to them," he informs her. "They might even ask if you want to stay for a burger; my dads are very friendly when it comes to food."

I raise my eyebrow in confusion. "Dads?" I repeat. "Like with an s on the end?"

The boy turns back to me and nods his head to the house. "Let's go put your stuff up," he suggests. He starts walking and I follow him while Melinda heads to the back of the house.

"You don't have a problem with my father being married to another man do you?"

The question takes me by surprise and I choke on a bit of air before I speak. I clear my throat and I think I hear him chuckle slightly. "I don't have a problem," I answer. "It's just…this is my first time living with a gay couple."

The boy laughs softly as he leads me up the stairs. "It's my first time living with a gay couple too," he says, "And it's my only time."

He looks back at me with a wide smile. "Craig and Dylan adopted me when I was two months old," he announces. "I've been with them ever since."

I sigh sadly, thinking about his words. It would have been nice if a couple had taken me in and kept me from the first moment I entered The System. It would have been nice if I woke up in the same house every day for four years to the same people.

It would have been nicer if God had given me a different mother…

"My name's Levi, by the way," he announces as I reach the top of the stairs. He heads to a room at the end of the hall and I follow him without any words. "And this is your room. Craig and Dylan wanted you to have the best one in the house; it overlooks the pool in the backyard and the orchard."

I gasp slightly.

An orchard? I've never seen an orchard! I should have moved in with a gay couple years ago!

"Thanks for helping me out," I thank as Levi puts my bags on my bed. It's already got a black and white comforter on it as well as black and white pillows. It's a king sized bed, big enough to fit four of me!

This has got to be the best foster home ever!

"It's my pleasure," Levi tells me. He steps up to me and brushes his hand against my cheek. "If you need anything else," he begins with seducing eyes, "Don't hesitate." He smirks then turns on his heels, leaving me to enjoy my new room.

Oh…

My…

God…

That was like…the hottest thing ever, even for my standards.

Once Levi heads down the stairs, I immediately jump onto my bed, sprawling out over it. It's so big that my feet don't even hang off the side! It's so comfortable, too…like it's got a memory foam mattress or something. The sheets smell like they're freshly washed, like spring time. I flip onto my stomach and lie there sprawled out, taking in the glorious smell of my new sheets.

The orchard!

I scramble off my bed and go to the window. Before I look out, I see the tops of gorgeous trees. When I look out, I see rows and rows of them lining the backyard and they're full of big red apples. When I look down, I see the full extent of the pool; it's ten times larger than that pitiful excuse for a pool at my old house and I can just picture all the fun I'll have in it. Oh! Maybe I'll invite—

No. I'm not gonna mention her name again.

I see Levi downstairs by a barbeque station with Melinda and the men I assume are my new dads; looks like she decided to stay for a burger after all. The one flipping burgers is at least a foot taller, I guess, than Melinda with freshly pushed back blonde hair. I think the other one is maybe, half a foot shorter than the blonde guy, and his hair is a really light brown.

Levi looks up to my window and smiles broadly, exposing his…perfect teeth. He nudges the brunette man and he looks up as well. He smiles, too, and motions for me to come back down. The blonde looks up too and motions as well, waving his spatula. I smile and make my way downstairs.

I think I'm gonna like it here.