Ryan's POV

"Where do you live?" The man asked again, "Your parents are probably worried.  Why are you even out?"

"I don't live anywhere!" I shot back.

"You live somewhere," He argued, "You're a kid."

"No I don't!  My parents kicked me out of the house for being trans!"

The guy stopped the car and pulled over.  He put his head in his hands for a little while.

"Do you have any friends or family I could drop you off with?" He finally asked.

I shook my head, "No.  My Mom warned all my family and none of my friends will take me in."

"Alright." He mumbled, "You can stay at my place for the night.  I'm Jack, by the way."

"I'm Ryan."

We drove in silence for a while as the rain pounded down.  Anxiety started to take over in my brain.  What the hell did I think  I was doing by getting in a car with a strange man?  More importantly, what am I going to do after tonight?  I still have no home and no family that will take me.  I'll probably have to go into the foster system and they'll have to find a family to adopt me.  I'm such a fucking mess.  Nobody is going to want me.

Finally, Jack pulled up to a house.  It seemed to be of pretty normal size, not too big or too small.  We briefly had to be out in the rain while we walked to the porch.  The rain was coming down so hard it felt like tiny bullets.  Jack unlocked the house and quickly flipped on the lights.  He guided me over to a couch and rummaged around in another room until he found a comforter blanket from a bed, which he quickly threw to me.  I wrapped the thick blanket around myself and inhaled deeply.  It smelled good, almost comforting.

"Hey kid, you want a beer?" Jack called from the kitchen.

"Hell yeah!" I shouted back.

Jack came into the den and tossed me a bottle, of water not beer.  I gave him a dirty look.

He shrugged and took a swig of his Bud Lite, "I admire your spirit, but you're not 21 yet.  Sorry."

I rolled my eyes and took a sip of the water, which soothed my parched throat.  I hadn't even noticed that I was thirsty.  My stomach growled.  I haven't anything to eat since lunch and it was now almost 11 at night.

"Hungry?" Jack asked me.

I nodded and snuggled deeper into the blanket.  I had stopped shivering and everything felt warm and good.

"I'll put some Hot Pockets in the toaster." Jack said and stood up.  He turned on the TV, "Watch some Bob's Burgers and relax."

I was happy to do exactly that.  A yawn escaped my mouth.  I'm exhausted.  Today has been a very long and busy day.  The house in general seemed to be clean and well taken care of except for a few beer cans lying around.  How much does this guy drink?  What if he's a drunk that hurts people?  Shit shit shit.

"Here.  Food." Jack handed me a plate with two Hot Pockets on it.  I eagerly bit into one, but quickly spit in out after it basically burned my mouth and any place on my face that it touched.

"It's hot." He warned me.

"That would have been helpful 30 seconds ago." I said dryly and put my plate down before I burned myself again.

"I'm going to have to take you to the Child Services office tomorrow." Jack told me. 

I fixated my eyes on the TV instead of at him.  I don't want to go there.  I have so many issues, no one will want me.  It's going to be worse than school.

"Can't you just keep me?" I asked him, "You don't have a wife or kids or anything.  I'll be good, I promise."

He shook his head, "Ryan, I have a band.  I can't let you stay here."

"How big can your band be?" I scoffed.

Jack gestured to above my head and around the room.  I looked up and around.  Memorabilia for a band called All Time Low was everywhere.  Plaques and awards filled the bookshelves, posters for tours were on the walls, and pictures of crowds and venues filled up some of the empty spaces.

"I guess your band is pretty big." I mumbled.

"That's why I can't keep you." Jack said softly, "Our tour is in three weeks.  I can't take a kid on tour, especially a kid that isn't legally mine.  I'm sorry."

"It's fine." The tone of my voice was unintentionally sharp.  I rolled over so that I was facing away from him, "Goodnight."

I closed my eyes and hoped that he would go away.  I think I need to  sleep this off.  Maybe things will be better in  the morning.

"Goodnight, Ryan." Jack turned out the light, "I'll be upstairs if you need me."

Jack's POV

A kid.  I can't believe I took in a kid.   What am I going to do now?  I can't take him in, I'm busy.  The rest of the guys would never agree to this.  Besides, I'm not a father.

I went back downstairs to grab another beer.  Ryan was fast asleep on the couch.  I smiled.  He looks so peaceful.  I don't understand why any parent would throw their kid out of their house especially for just being transgender.  He was just being his true self.  How old is Ryan, 13?  That's too young to be thrown out of the house in the first place.  They could have at least waited until he was 16 so he could get a job.

It's too late to think about that now.  All that matters is that Ryan has a safe place for the night.  I'll call Alex tomorrow and see what he thinks about the situation.

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