Date: Thu, 3 Apr 2014 06:08:47 +0000
From: kuragari 129 <kuragari129@hotmail.com>
Subject: Where Life Takes Us - Chapter 15

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	This chapter we're gonna go back to Owen, and Wyatt's birth
parents. We're gonna see how his life is going staying at his Aunt's. We're
also gonna get a better look at the current situation of Wyatt's birth
parents. The focus won't be much on Wyatt in this chapter.

	I promise that I'll get into more detail about the other characters
in time. The '20 chapter promise' might be broken for the better. To get
development for Wyatt, Talon and their 6 friends.

	Yes I won't be going into other members of the Luis household. Well
I will but not for any far development. If it aids Wyatt or Talon's story
it will be there. I promise.

	And if you missed it last chapter, I have a new story up on
Nifty. Life's Little Lies is a sequel to Life's Expectations. I'm trying my
best to make it a stand alone story but if you want to know the characters
better I suggest you read LE before reading it. Here are links to both
stories none-the-less.

	http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/lifes-little-lies/
	http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/lifes-expectations/

	On with the chapter!

	WLTU – Chapter 15 – Have A Nice Day

	It had been just over half a year since Owen moved in with his Aunt
Wanda and Uncle Fredrick. His Aunt Wanda was his mother's younger
sister. They had two children of their own: Julian, age 12, and Ivy, age
10.

	At first Owen remained to himself having minimal contact with the
rest of the household. As time went by he found his place in the house, the
maid.

	He was expected to pick up his cousins right after school. He was
to walk them home and then start cleaning up around the house. They said it
was for him to "earn his place" in their home. Julian and Ivy would leave
things extra messy just to make him work harder.

	When his Aunt and Uncle came home from work they expected something
to have been done for dinner. And since the younger ones didn't know how to
work a microwave it was once again up to Owen.

	In late January, one day Owen had not met with the expectations of
his Aunt and Uncle. "What the hell is this!? Why isn't the house cleaned
up?"

	Owen was up in his room and didn't hear his Uncle. His Aunt came up
to his room and opened the door, "Why isn't the house cleaned up? There are
toys all over the living room, breakfast still on the counter and laundry
in the hamper!"

	"I have a project I need to get done." Owen replied never taking
his eyes off the computer screen.

	She tapped her foot as she spoke, "The project can wait, you have
cleaning to do."

	"It's due tomorrow, and I've barely touched it. I need to get it
done." Owen continued to work as his Aunt stood in the door way. "Why don't
you ask my very capable cousins to clean up?"

	"It's not their job to clean up."

	"It's not my 'job' either. Why do I have to clean up after them?
They are old enough to clean up after themselves." Owen had stopped working
on his project. His hands had balled up into fists, which were shaking in
anger.

	In the past he had thought it would change. It was obvious that his
new guardians were not the cleanest people. He began it as more of a favour
hoping they would clean up after themselves as time continued... Owen was
done.

	"When you live under your own roof you can make your own rules!
While you live under ours you will live by ours. Now get to cleaning the
house!" There was more anger than dominance in his Aunt's voice.

	Owen looked over at his Aunt. His eyes as furious as a raging
fire. She actually took a step back before Owen spoke. "I didn't ask to
live here, you asked me too. You know damn well that if I report this to
social services they will side with me. If all you are going to do is use
me to clean up your and your children's messes then I'll leave.

	"I'm not here to do everyone's laundry all the time. I'm not here
to clean every dish in this house weekly. I'm not here to pick up after
preteens. I'm here cause you said 'you should stay close to your family'
and for no other reason.

	"I thought you were doing me a favour, not making your own
lazy-ass-self become even lazier." Owen got up to shut the door. His Aunt
backed away as he walked towards her, "And don't worry about making any
calls, I'll make them as soon as I'm done with my homework."

	Having slammed the door Owen walked back to his computer. In only a
few minutes he had done everything he could do at home before losing his
focus. He grabbed his coat and made a phone call. After a few rings it was
answered, "Owen! Hey!"

	"Meagan can I come over? I... I need to talk to someone."

	"Hold on, I'll do my best." In the background Owen could hear
Meagan explaining the situation. In a few moments she was back on the
phone, "Ya, you can come over. When do you think you'll get here?"

	"Since I'm not 16 and I have no money for the bus... half an hour,
hour tops. I'll see you then..." Owen was about to hang up when Meagan cut
him off.

	"I'll meet you at the park. It sounds like you should let some
steam loose before you come over." Owen was silent knowing that Meagan was
absolutely right. "I'll be sitting at the usual spot. See you in a bit."

	"Ya... Okay, see ya." They hung up the phone.

	Owen made his way downstairs and out the door. He didn't even hear
his Uncle ask, "Where the hell do you think you're going?" He just left
before anything else could be said.


	From Owen's Notes:

	I must have walked faster than normal that day. I mean I was at the
park in about 15 minutes. When it got insight I slowed down a bit. Man did
my legs hurt. I mean it's not like we get a lot of snow here so there
wasn't much resistance. It was just me walking so fast.

	There Meagan was sitting on the bench she usually sat on. I walked
up and sat down beside her, "Hey..." was all I said as my head sunk down.

	"What's up?" She looked up from underneath my face. I cracked a
smile and then told her everything.

	I told her how me living with my family wasn't the best
choice. That I could have gone with Wyatt's parents if I wanted to. I told
her how my Aunt had practically begged me to come live with them and how I
couldn't say no.

	It continued, I didn't stop there. I told her about why I haven't
been able to hang out lately. That my schedule was filled with being the
house maid. How 'they' were taking all the child's tax credit for
themselves and I haven't seen a single cent.

	After I was done I think I punched the bench a few more times than
I should have. It felt good though. If benches had feelings I would have
apologized... sorry bench?

	Meagan just looked at me, "Well if you think you need a change of
scenery then I agree with you. I think you made the right choice. Have you
called child services yet?"

	"No."

	"Then lets do that. I'll call my parents at the same time to see if
they would mind having you bring your service lady over for a bit." Meagan
took out her phone and was already dialling.

	I dialled my 'service lady' as Meagan took the phone from me and
told her everything. Like Meagan predicted she wanted to talk to me. I told
her Meagan's address and said we'd meet her there in a few minutes.

	It was set... I was probably getting out of my Aunt's house for
good. Thank God for that.



	It was an early January morning. February was right around the
corner. Over the past few months Meagan's words had festered in Vivian's
head. 'Would you take him in?' She had asked.

	Bran was sitting reading the paper and having his coffee when
Vivian walked into the room. "I've been thinking..."

	Bran looked up from the paper and took a sip of his coffee, "About
what, honey?"

	She pondered for a moment, "About what that Meagan girl asked of us
half a year ago."

	"Didn't she say that the matter resolved itself?" Bran set down the
Newspaper and paid full attention to his wife as she spoke.

	"She did but that isn't what I've been thinking about." Again she
pondered to herself for a moment. "I want a child to care for."

	"That is... out of the blue for me."

	She nodded, "I know, I've been thinking about it since that girl
came by. The way she wanted to help a friend out. It inspired me to want to
have a child."

	"Then why don't we try for another one then? We've done it once
before we can do it again."

	"No." Bran's expression became confused, "You're right, we have
made a child before and we could very well do it again. I don't want to
though. We've sent one child into adoption, we should take one out of it as
well."

	Bran shook his head an rubbed his temples, "Again this is very
sudden Vi. There are so many questions to be answered."

	"Like what? There can't be that many."

	"How old should they be? Do we want a newborn? Or maybe one that is
a few weeks old?" Bran raised his brow as he continued, "Do we want to know
the parents? How will we tell them they are adopted? Those are just some
questions that we would have to answer before adopting a baby.

	"Now there are even more to go with older children who know they
are adopted. How will we explain to them why we are adopting them? Will we
decide on a whim?"

	"I get it! And there are plenty of questions and even more that
will come when we do adopt and they start to grow up. I truly do understand
it. I still think that we should adopt." Bran sighed, "I'm not wavering
from my position."

	"I know you aren't... Lets talk about this once we've gotten home
from work. That way it will have marinated in my mind for a bit." He got up
and gave his wife a kiss on the cheek. "Just let me do my own thinking and
by after work we'll have a more detailed conversation." Bran made his way
out to work. The conversation never leaving his mind.



	"Hello Owen, my name is Hilary Kings and I have taken over as your
social worker. Glenna is retiring and I have stepped in for you." Hilary
Kings, to Owen, was a kind looking individual. Her hair had some greys
scattered about but was mostly a dark brown. Her eyes looked as gentle as a
mother's eyes could.

	"So where am I gonna go, now?"

	Hilary sighed, "Well, what you have said about your Aunt and Uncle
are pretty alarming. The most important thing is that you have gotten no
money or clothes since you moved there. If they have taken the money that
were meant for you then there is a reason to remove you from them."

	"Like I asked, where am I gonna go?" Owen grew impatient.

	"I can see that you believe that you will be moved."

	"I'm not going back there, that's for sure."

	Hilary nodded, "Yes, I expected that. For now you will stay at the
Freedmin home. It's close enough to your current school and I trust them to
give you your due amount. I will contact you once we have found a place for
you to live."

	Owen smiled as Hilary got up, "Thanks... Can you try to keep it
close to here?"

	"I promise nothing but my best to keep you close to your
friends. The likelihood though is not very high... I apologize if you must
move even farther away." Hilary left, leaving Owen in low hopes of staying
close his friends.



	"So, like I said this morning, I've been thinking about it." Vivian
and Bran had just sat down for dinner. Their dinner topic, children. "I
agree with you. We need to find a way to get a child a good home. I differ
in option though."

	Vivian swallowed the food in her mouth before speaking, "What
'option' are you thinking of?"

	Bran cleared his throat. "Well you gave the option of
adoption. That is a valid option, but I think we should go for a different
one for now. We could take in a child in 'the system'."

	"One of the Social worker children?" Bran nodded.

	"That way we can't specify the age of a child and see where that
takes us."

	"We have never been true parents, do you think they'll let us."

	"The number of households for these kids to go to is small. They
accept some awful people into this, I don't see why they wont accept us."

	"Okay, how do we register?"

	"Leave that to me Vi, I'll get us on that list."



	From Wyatt's POV

	So I was just sitting around in the social services place when the
worst thing possible happened. I was there waiting with Owen because Meagan
was super busy with a project. We were gonna meet the people that Owen was
gonna live with.

	The way Hilary described them was simple. "They are the only
household open in the area for you to stay here. They are new to parenting,
which concerns me, but there could be worse."

	"But it gets me to stay around my friends right?" Hilary nodded,
"Then it could be the devil himself, I'd take it."

	That was about an hour ago. Now we're sitting around playing cards
when 'they' come in. 'They' actually stop in their tracks as they see Owen
and I.

	Hilary started the introductions, "Owen this is Bran and Vivian
Fouse. They are the couple who are welcoming you to their home."

	Vivian looked at me, then back to Owen, "You are Wyatt's friend
Owen?" He nodded, "Wow... this is..." She was at a loss of words.

	"Apparently you already know each other?" Hilary seamed to be
feeling awkward as well.

	Bran spoke next, "We know of him. His friend Meagan tried to get us
to do this some time ago. I assure you we only learnt it's gonna be those
boys now. Sadly we know next to nothing about either of them."

	Hilary seamed to have let go of a breath, "Good or else I would
have had to find someone else. Well Owen, these are your guardians
now. They have signed the papers and everything."

	Owen looked at me, I avoided eye contact. "Can I have a moment with
Wyatt, alone?" The adults nodded and left the earshot. Owen began
whispering, "Are you okay with this?"

	"I can't promise I'm gonna come over anytime soon but I don't have
a problem with it. If it keeps you close by, I'm okay with it."

	Owen gave me a hug, "If you ever have a problem with it just say
something. Don't be afraid to tell me."

	"Look at Owen here being all emotional and such."

	He punched me for that one. "Oh shut it you!" We had a laugh before
he went to his new home. Hilary was gonna bring the rest of his stuff once
he got settled.

	Owen's house is gonna be a little awkward now...


	Chapter end.

	Finally a full sized chapter! WOOOHOOO!!

	So as you can see Owen is... with 'them' as Wyatt would say. Yes
there is foreshadow in this chapter. Take it how you like and such!

	Now next chapter is gonna be THE ONE!! What hasn't Wyatt done yet?
Well if this is a nifty story... and no one has flat out stated 'it'
yet... Figure out what 'IT' is and you have next chapter!!

	Any ways Tata for now! Thanks for reading!!!


	I would also like to say thanks to Mike who edited this chapter! He
made it easier to understand the story that was happening. THANK YOU!!!