(Warning: Homophobia)

(Also, sorry Jasmine and Pippa, I know you're not this mean in real life)

(Oh, and if you know Camp Camp, Jasmine speaks like Tabii)

(If you don't, just imagine something sassy)

(Evan's POV)

"Someone sent you a letter or whatever," Miss Jasmine said, popping her gum. "Can you, like, read, or do I have to do it for you?"

I softly shook my head.

"I need you to wead it fow me," I told her quietly.

"Whatever," she responded with a flick of her curly hair. "It says it's from Jeremy and Michael Heere."

I gasped and sat up straight.

"Are they your cousins or something?"

"N-No, they'we gonna be my dads!" I said proudly. She looked horrified.

"Some homos are adopting you? There must be a mistake here. No way."

"I-I don't see what the problem is," I admitted quietly. What if they couldn't adopt me?

"The problem is that two dudes loving each other is disgusting," she explained with a roll of her eyes. "I'm calling Phillipa."

I watched as she punched in the numbers and waited for a response.

"Hey, Pippa, so, um, the Evan kid is, like, getting adopted by two dudes?"

"But it's gross!"

"Ugh, whatever."

She hung up.

"W-What did she say?" I asked her, shaking a little.

"She said as long as we can get rid of you, she doesn't care who the fuck takes you."

"Oh." We sat in silence. I couldn't wait for a better life with Jeremy and Michael. This place was awful. People are awful. I don't like dealing with the world anymore. I just want things to be easy.

"C-Can you wead the lettew now?" I asked her. She sighed and ripped apart the outer cover, which had a few smiley face stickers on it.

"'Dear Evan,'" she began, obviously already bored. "'We would like to let you know that we can officially adopt you. We have the funds we need from a friend. We happily welcome you to our family, along with your soon-to-be-sister, Emma.'"

"'With love, Michael and Jeremy Heere.'"

"Oh, there's also a drawing or whatever. It looks stupid, but here you go." After that, she walked off and left the letter on a chair.

The drawing had two trees. One tree was wearing a red sweatshirt and had headphones, while the other had stripes. In the middle were two saplings, one slightly taller than the other. The taller one wore a striped blue shirt, while the smaller was fashioned in a purple sweatshirt. I smiled.

I couldn't wait to meet that purple sweatshirt.