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[ADRIANA DELACROIX]

Honestly, it was lucky you couldn't get kicked out of an orphanage, Adriana Delacroix would already be on the streets hooking for cash. And if you could, well the owner of the place had nerves of steel. Yesterday, Evan had dragged them all to the beach, after having that Brenda chick take the girls to get some cute swimsuits. Adriana had picked a skeezy-ish one, of course, just to get on his nerves. Brenda looked at her, but didn't bother to tell her to get a cover up. One, because she was a girl, and two, because she knew there was no was Adriana would listen.

Now, she didn't really have her eye on any boys at the orphanage (because they lived together, it was weird), but she was certain there'd be some cute boys at the beach on a sunny day. So she was prepared to flirt and leave the fangirling to a minimum and ignore Evan's attempts to hold her back, and was super excited about that. She had brought her stereo with her and blared her music on the bus (and if people minded, she couldn't hear over the lyrics of Starship) and sang along.

But no, there were absolutely no hot guys there. At all.

All of them were in their twenties, at least, and Adriana put her limit at 19. And, okay, there were maybe around her age, but they had slutty bitches all over them and she didn't want to interrupt that because that was just awkward and she really did not want to get bitched at by some bottle blonde with her nipples and ass practically hanging out. No, Adriana was a natural blonde and she had class, so fuck those hoes.

So, defeated, she went to go talk to Evan, because all the other orphans were off doing whatever a lot farther away and he was watching her stuff, anyways. Plopping down next to him, the question had come out of her mouth without even thinking. At first she had no idea what she had said, but when she replayed it in her head, she got it. Okay, that was weird. But maybe because one of the girls she actually got along with in the orphanage had been adopted a few days before. She really didn't mind being at the orphanage (and she was pretty sure Evan loved her because she barely ever got to the interview process of adoption, so she was stuck there), but sometimes she would have liked to have a family. She had googled the statistics of a sixteen year old getting adopted, though, and they were slim. Plus she couldn't imagine herself anywhere else.

The answer Evan had given her was exactly what she wanted to hear, and exactly what she already knew. So she was unhappy with it, but hugged him anyways and ran off because hello hot guy alone.

Well it turned out the hot guy was gay, and they left soon after that. She pretty much passed out within three seconds of getting her pajamas on. It was lucky she didn't have a door, otherwise she would have just slept on the floor right there. There was something about beach trips that were just exhausting.

The next morning, she had woken up early, knowing that's when Evan liked to get there, about half an hour before the kids were woken up for breakfast. Usually, this was Adriana's prime sucking-up time, but today she was planning on talking to him more about that family stuff. She looked around the whole building, but he must have been running late today. With a huff, she sat in front of the door, waiting for him to get his "punctual" ass through it, humming Starships because she still had it stuck in her head from the day before.

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[EVAN JACKSON]

Evan had had an...interesting day before, to say the least. As he was waking up, he still had a hard time believing it had really happened. Well, the beach trip was definitely grounded in reality for him. It wasn't unheard of for him to treat the kids with something like that, so he knew he was in his right mind when that happened. But getting back to his apartment? That's where his whole conception of real and make believe got a little warped. She was beautiful, kind, sweet, and so similar to himself. Vivienne couldn't really exist, could she? Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he decided that she was, in fact, real, but he had no idea why she talked to him. Sure, he carried a box or two up to her new apartment but he was...himself. He'd never been really good with the whole "picking up ladies" thing, for something serious or even for a fling. It was all a giant pickle and he really couldn't wait to talk to her again. Hopefully. But it wasn't like he was going to stare out his peephole all day and wait for her to pass because 1) that was creepy as hell, and 2) He had to go to the orphanage. Speaking of, Evan glanced at his alarm clock. It felt like there was more sunlight in his room than usual, and he felt a little too rested. Oh, shit, that was why. Evan should have left fifteen minutes ago.

He liked to get to All Hope around thirty minutes before breakfast was ready so he could look over the day's schedule. He had to make sure no one had cancelled visitations, meetings with potential parents weren't scheduled at the same time, and many other business things that were boring to most people but entertaining to someone like Evan. He wasn't a control freak, per sea, but he liked to have everything organized. Within eight minutes, he had taken a shower, brushed his teeth, and was pulling on his typical jeans and t-shirt outfit. Unfortunately, he couldn't walk out the door just yet. Evan's coffee maker was set to a timer so usually, it was already brewed and hot, ready to go (Evan drank his coffee black). When he walked to the kitchen, though, his coffee was already cold and nasty, so he stared at the coffee maker, impatiently tapping his foot, while it made him another cup. This coffee dependency was getting in the way of his life. Was there a Coffee Confidential? If there was, he'd have to think of checking himself in. Finally, the coffee was ready! Grabbing the mug and taking a large sip (which was a stupid idea, as his tongue was now burnt), Evan made his way out of Jacob's and onto the streets. He was too antsy to get to All Hope to hop in a cab and sit in traffic, so Evan began walking the several blocks to the orphanage.

Nine minutes later (Evan timed that shit), his coffee was gone and he had arrived. Thank God the kids wouldn't be woken up for another twenty minutes or so, there would be time for--Oh. Evan shut the door, taking a step backwards as he had nearly stepped on Adriana. What was she up to this morning? Trying to get something out of him, maybe? Not that he minded, really. If anything, he loved her antics like any father would. Glancing at the rebellious blonde, Evan chuckled at her shirt. "Niall, Zayn, Liam, Harry, and Louis", huh? He had absolutely no idea who they could be. Definitely not those One Direction kids. Maybe, if he saved up some money, he'd be able to send her and a friend to a concert. One day. If she behaved (something Evan always listed as a requirement but never actually enforced).

"What're you up to this morning, Adie?" He cocked an eyebrow, looking down at her expectantly. Hopefully, if she was wanting something, it wouldn't be too outlandish. Adriana knew more than anyone else that Evan had a hard time telling a kid "no". "I have some things I need to look over real quick; why don't you come to my office? I have donuts in there." Evan held out a hand to help her up.

[ADRIANA DELACROIX]

Talk about 'higher that a mothAFUCKA'. The more Adriana sat there, bored out of her mind, she was thinking this whole thing was a mistake. Steak? Steak sounded good. But not for breakfast. Unless it was in an omelet. With peppers and cheese and it'd be like Philadelphia except she was pretty sure they didn't put eggs in their cheese steaks. Stakes. They were high like Adriana was (only it was on life and morning slap-happiness because she didn't want to be murdered by Evan okay) and this was a mistake, she didn't need to talk to him about this. But as it got closer to the time that he should have been there, shefound herself getting closer to the door in antici...

pation. Yeah, she had watched Rocky Horror Picture Show. Without Evan's permission, of course. He would never have let her because of the sheer weirdness. It was actually awesome and she found herself singing 'Sweet Transvestite' a lot but stopping when she got strange looks. This generation was so uncultured it hurt sometimes. Wow, she was tired. She felt herself dozing off a bit, but waking up when she thought she heard something. Nope, still no Evan. WHY WAS HE TAKING SO LONG. Each time she dozed off, she got farther and farther into Dreamland until she felt a sharp pain in her knee, which was asleep just like her other one from sitting criss-cross-applesauce for so long. OUCH.

"Son of a - EVAN!" Did she just accidentally subsitute 'bitch' for 'Evan'? Yes, yes she did. Regretting nothing, she stood up, put her hands on her hips and scowled. "Way to be late, I was sitting there for hours." Total exaggeration. "That's what I've been up to... my legs are numb. NUMB. " Actually the blood was rushing back into them and her knee was throbbing. "And then you almost run me over, and now I have no idea what I was going to- wait, donuts?" So she followed Evan to her office, trying not to wince with every step. She just had to walk it OW-t. Yeah.

"Okay so I really wanted to talk to you about something serious and I was doing that thing I do where I try to act like it's nothing but it's really something, you know?" She actually had no idea what she was saying anymore. Not looking at him, she searched around for donuts and found one. Mothafuckin' creme-filled, awwww yeah. Taking a bite out of the donut and looking at him, she started again, mouth full. "I promise it's actually important and not something silly like I usually bother you with." But there was something... off. About Evan. The way he looked. Her girl senses tingling, she put the donut down on a napkin and, standing on the borderline of what would be considered "personal boundaries", she stood on her tiptoes to get a better look at his eyes because goddamn, Evan was tall..

And then she found it, what she was looking for.

"Nevermind anything I just said." See, Adriana had a gift that she was very proud of, and that was that she could basically see right through people, people being Evan. Most of the time, she didn't really care what people were, because she wasn't one to judge. She had caught people in lies before and did basically nothing about it. Adie didn't know how to use that power for good, good being really good and not just a snitch or a rumour-starting bitch (hey, that rhymed). But the one thing she did use it for was to shamelessly manipulate the "enigma" (whatever that meant) that was Evan Jackson. And so with those few awkward seconds of reading, she internally did basically what urban dictionary would call "fangirled", though she beamed, her smile wide and her eyes wide and only slightly mischevious.

"So, Evan, what's her name?" with a sideways grin and another bite of her donut, the questions came pouring out. "Please tell me she's not a stripper, that would be weird. Where's she from? Where did you meet her? Was it last night? You haven't done anything yet, have you? No, you'd look different, and besides, you just met her, and you'd be the type to wait until the third date or whatever. Are you getting married in the summer? You should get married in the summer. It's cliche but it sounds so wonderful and I should be you're flower girl - actually, no, I'm too old, that new-ish girl Ryann would be cute though. I bet she's the one and I knew it before you even knew it. I can tell these things, though. I bet she's pretty. How pretty is she? On a scale of Susan Boyle to Scarlett Johansson. I hope she's more of a ScarJo because you look like J-Ren and it would be perfect alright-" She continued on babbling, waiting to be stopped and smirking the entire time.

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[EVAN JACKSON]

If there was one thing Evan could have back from his "glory years" of teenagehood, it would be the energy. Just looking at Adriana, Evan was pretty positive that her blood was, in fact, pure sugar. Damn, age was a rough monster. He felt it in his bones every morning, especially this one. As Adriana rambled on about wanting to have a serious discussion, Evan plopped into his chair. With a chocolate glaze in hand, he took a small bite and waited for her to finish. Evan had a good idea about what she wanted to talk about; and honestly, Evan had been wanting to bring it up. At the same time though, he was terrified of the idea that this conversation was taking place. Just a few nights ago, he had been staring at adoption papers wondering if he should or not. Should he hold out hope that someone had the heart and strength to take in a teenager? Or, should he do the right thing and make it official? The topic was surely causing gray hairs for the man, which was much to his chagrin.

After a moment of contemplating, Evan opened his mouth to start off with a question of "Do you want to keep waiting?" but was cut off by a hyper teenager, as always.

"Nevermind anything I just said."

Evan gave a little smirk and nodded, not that Adriana needed any permission to start on a whole new tangent. It was a bit of the norm. Evan ate his doughnut while Adie rambled on about him meeting someone. Who was she? Who wasn't she? A content smile rested on Evan's face as Adie's questions stirred up accounts of meeting her. Meeting Vivienne. The questions began to get outlandish; on a scale from Susan Boyle to Scarlet Johansson? Flower girl? Third date? Evan could help but chuckle as he waved his hand to stop Adriana. "Are you going to keep asking questions or let me answer them?" Cocking an eyebrow, Evan paused before he started "explaining" things like he was at an interrogation.

"She's my new neighbor and her name is Vivienne. She's ten times prettier than ScarJo, if you want to know. And you know I'm partial to that actress." Smiling, Evan took a bite of his doughnut. "Let's see...no, we're not getting married yet, I only just met the woman, and sure, you can be in the wedding." Evan gave a little smile because Adriana was right; of course Vivenne had to be the one. Who else was out there for him? It was a different feeling for men, his father had said, and you would know instantly if she was the woman for you. Old man Jackson knew something, at least.

"How'd you pick that information out of my head, Adie? I thought I was hiding it well enough from you." If he wasn't such a stuffy old man, Evan would have stuck his tongue out at--oh what the hell am I saying, of course Evan stuck his tongue out at Adriana. It was early in the morning and they had donuts; Evan was allowed to be silly. And while this talk about his lady friend was good and all, Evan still saw the look in Adriana's eyes. He wasn't letting her leaving without talking about her "Serious Issue".

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"-and you guys can't get married in a church because that's boring and-" She stopped when she saw Evan waved his hand, and nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, why aren't you answering the questions? Sheesh, somebody's shy." That last part came out as 'sheesh shomebody's shy' but she gave no fucks that day because Evan met a girl and he was in love with her already, she could tell.

Oh. My. Gosh. "Vivienne is such a pretty name!!!! Is she like old-fashioned? Which is different than old okay I don't think she's old." Adie rolled her eyes. "Yeah yeah, I know about your crush on ScarJo. You don't even have to be me to know that, duh." Adie remembered the doughnut she had in her hand and ate it, trying to shut herself up before she started talking non-stop again. She had just finished it when he was done, and gulping, she hesitated before screaming. Okay, maybe not screaming really loudly, because there were sleeping children nearby, but still. She jumped into Evan's chair and rolled around, and the chair traveled a few feet but managed to not hit the wall. "YOU. ARE. SO. CUUUUUUTE," she said, and flailed about some more.

Oh my god they were going to get married and have children or maybe adopt from the orphanage and she was going to have a quasi-mother-type figure to match her quasi-father-type figure and omg she was prettier than scarjo and ugh they were probably really cute together she needed to see them but she would have to wait because you had to wait to introduce you almost-kids right oh my god she needed to meet her eventually like right now just

Adie stopped spinning in his chair abruptly, then turned it a little to face Evan. "You can't keep anything from me, you know that," she said with an eye roll. "None of you three," she added, as she had gotten herself dizzy, her finger pointing and moving around with the circle of Evans. She got up, and walked, wobbly, over to him, though she was only almost there before she stumbled. This was a great way to stall the next conversation that was going to arise.

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