Midnight Bond

It was a dark and stormy night, as you sat in the back seat of the Woodard's car. They adopted you today, and you wanted to make a good first impression on their only biological son, Derek. Who you were told is your age. 19 years old.

"Promise me one thing, Jack."

Said your adoptive father, Darryl. Who kept his eyes on the road as he drove the car.

"Anything, dad."

You said with a smile, honestly just glad you got out of the orphanage that held you for 19 years of your life.

"Do NOT try anything with Derek. I don't give a fuck about you, but if you so much THINK about messing with Derek... I will PERSONALLY drop kick yo ass back to the orphanage, you got that?"

Darryl said aggressively, while focusing on the road, as his wife, Tanisha, was next him in the front passenger seat, listening to music, and looking at her nails.

"Understood, dad."

You said with a nod, showing no fear or hesitation. You honestly didn't even care about half of what Darryl said, you honestly just felt happy to get out of the orphanage at all.

As the car continued through the stormy night, thoughts raced through your mind about the new life that awaited you with the Woodard family. The rain pounded on the car's roof, creating a tense atmosphere.

Arriving at the Woodard residence, the family ushered you inside, where you were introduced to Derek. Who wears a red tank top, and black shorts.

"Wow... You're cuter than I thought you'd be."

Derek said with a blush, hidden behind his huge afro, which covered the top half of his face.

"Th-Thank you?"

You said with a chuckle, before looking back at Darryl, who was looking at you with a mean scowl.

Tanisha on the other hand, was preparing some macaroni and cheese in the kitchen. Making 4 plates, one for each of the family.

"What's your name, bro?"

Derek asked you, offering his hand for a small handshake.

"J-Jack."

You said shyly, before reaching out and giving Derek a handshake. His hand was smooth, warm, and soft. Spoiled, yet humble.