The morning light shined dimly through my windows, as I blinked my eyes open. My hand was unusually sweaty, and lost most of it's feeling. I looked over, and noticed it was still intertwined with Alex's. I smiled slightly, before carefully removing my hand from his and getting up off the floor. My mother would surely be at work now, so I made my way to the kitchen, not bothering to pull any pants over my boxers. I went straight to the fridge, pulling out the carton of eggs. I quickly made up some scrambled eggs for Alex and I, and then made my way back to my room. Alex was still sound asleep, but he needed to get up. I gently tapped his shoulder, not gaining a response so I shook him. He defensively sat up, pushing himself to the wall. When he saw it was just me, he relaxed.

"Goodmorning, sleepyhead. I have breakfast ready downstairs." I said softly, as Alex rubbed his eyes. He got upout of the bed, and streched. His shirt went up so his stomach was showing, and I couldn't help but stare. The skin looked so smooth. He put his arms down, his shirt falling back over his stomach. I frowned slightly, scratching the back of my head. I exited the room, Alex following, as I lead him down the stairs to the kitchen. "I made scarmbled eggs. Do you want some toast or something to go with it?" I asked, getting two plates from the cupboard, and two forks from the drawer. I put them on the table in front of Alex, and one in front of my seat. Alex shook his head.

"No thanks, this is good." He said smiling, as he shoveled into it.

"What about some orange juice?" I asked, taking a cup from the dishwasher. Alex nodded, so I took out second cup and poured us some juice. I joined him at the table, handing him the glass of juice, and shoveling into my food.

After breakfast, we decided to hang out in the living room, and watch a movie. I asked him if he wanted to pick the movie, and he shook his head.

"No, you. I like to be surprised." He said, smiling. I nodded, and went over to the bookshelf full of movies. I instantly grabbed my favorite movie, Home Alone, and put it into the dvd player. I made my way back over to the couch, sitting down next to Alex. I grabbed the remote from the arm of the couch, and clicked menu.

"Jack, isn't this a christmas movie?" He asked, a smile playing on his lips. He chuckled, as I nodded enthusiastically.

"So, this is the best movie ever made." I gushed, pressing play. "I know this whole thing from start to finish. I could recite it. I've seen it close to 1,000 times." Alex laughed, and punched my arm lightly.

"You need a hobby." He said jokingly, making me smile bigger.

When the movie was almost over, there was a knock on the door. Furrowing my brow in confusion, I got up. "That's weird. No one ever comes here." I said, going to the front door. I pulled it open, to see a woman dressed in an office suit, and a man in similar clothing. She smiled, her lips pinched together. She looked to be around the age of thirty, streaks of gray throughout her brown hair. The man was younger, his hair not yet showing hints of grey.

"Hello, I'm Marie from social services. This is Derek. I'm sorry to show up like this, but I was told I could find Alexander Gaskarth hear." As soon as she said it, as if he could sense his name, he showed up around the corner. "Are you Alex Gaskarth?" She asked him. He crossed his arms.

"Who are you?" He asked bitterly. She smiled another tight smile again.

"I've already told your friend, here. I'm Marie, from Social Services. I had a request to remove you from an unfit home, and then was told I could find you here. Alex's arms dropped to his side, as he began to shake his head.

"No. You're not taking me anywhere." He said angrily. "I'm fine right here. This is where I live now. I'm safe here." Marie's face hardened, as she looked at her clipboard.

"This household is not your home, and the people living here are not your legal gardians. Your mother has requested your transfer to a foster home, because of your fathers behavior." She said, Alex's face turning red with anger.

"May I ask what's going on?" I asked. They probably hadn't even noticed I was here. Marie looking at me, her face going soft.

"We were requested to take this boy out of an unfit home." She said, narrowing her eyes at Alex.

"He was taken from an unfit home. He was brought here." I said, trying to make them leave. Marie only shook her head.

"We will be back in a weeks time to collect him, and bring him to a foster home. I'm sorry for any inconvienince, but that's what was requested." She said, smiling sadly. She wasn't sorry. She was estatic. I closed the door on them, and turned to Alex, who stood there in shock. He shook his head, blinking back tears.

"I-I can't go to a foster home." He said, angrily. I walked over to him, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist.

"I won't let them take you, Lex." I said, as Alex returned the hug.
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A/N: This story is almost over, there's only like three or four more chapters.. Don't worry though, there's going to be a sequel . Please leave feedback...