#mandy carter

How about an adoption situation with Miss Carter and Mr Bell, where they had a similar situation to Cory and Jordan (parents wise), and they're a bit cautious and scared but quickly warm up to them? I just think they deserve some domestic bliss tbh ❤️❤️ - Anon💜

Staring at the two people in front of you, you narrowed your eyes as you watched them slowly walk over towards the waiting area.

“Hey. I’m Steve, this is Mandy, my wife.” He smiled.

You watched them as they sat down and you stood up, walking around the back of the couch.

You didn’t even want to be there, but you had to be, since they were fostering you, and you just happened to be at the hospital at the time they came to pick you up.

Looking at them, you looked at the two officers stood nearby watching you carefully while the social worker talked to the doctor.

“Do you mind me asking why we’re here?” Mandy asked.

“Ain’t none of your business.” You snapped.

The couple shared a look but their smiles didn’t fall.

You scoffed a little and looked towards the officers who were momentarily distracted and you tried to make your move.

Grabbing your bag, you ran straight for the door but you were quickly stopped by the officers running quickly in front of you.

“Not this time (Y/N).” One of them smiled.

“Come on…” you grumbled.

He gave you a small shrug and gestured for you to head back inside so you did.

“We’re not that bad are we?” Mandy laughed nervously.

You glared at them and they quickly looked away much to your amusement.

When it came to getting home, you were given some antibiotics and some strict rules to follow on how to care for the found on your leg.

You were escorted back to the couples house by the two officers who placed an ankle monitor on you.

“Is that really necessary?” Steve asked.

“Yes, she’s to be under house arrest for two weeks. You think her leg was bad, you should see what she did to the other kid.” An officer replied.

You gave a huge grin and shrugged your shoulders as you walked around the living room.

“We haven’t quite got your room ready, I hope the couch will be alright.” Mandy smiled.

You shrugged.

“Whatever, ain’t like I’m staying here for long.” You relied.

You set your bag next to the couch.

They spoke to the officers for a little while longer before setting up the couch for you and heading to bed.

Mandy had to go to work, but Steve had a day off so he would be the one watching you.

You waited a few hours before you finally started exploring the bottom of their home.

It was so clean, something you weren’t used to. Clean and organised, there was a place for everything.

Grabbing your bag, you headed over to the corner of the room and dropped yourself there.

Putting your bag in the floor, you laid down and rested your head on it.

You didn’t sleep that night, so you were fully aware when the two teachers came down the stairs.

They went to the kitchen, and while Steve cooked Mandy came to wake you up.

“Steve she’s not here!” Mandy yelled.

“What?!”

The man came running into the room to help look for you.

You didn’t bother to get up, you simply just watched and listened as they ran around trying to find you.

The only reason they found you was because Steve tripped over your legs.

“Found her!” He called.

He sat up, rubbing his arm as he turned around to face you, giving a heavy sigh as he shook his head, letting out a small laugh.

“You’ve got a real talent for trouble huh?” He laughed.

He stood up and held hand out to you.

“Come on, breakfast is ready.” Mandy smiled.

“Not hungry.”

They sighed and nodded.

“I’ll put it in the microwave.”

Mandy walked away and not long later she left.

You were hiding from Steve, trying your best to avoid it, but when it came to needing to change your bandage you went back down the stairs.

You grabbed your bag and started to go upstairs once more.

Sitting on the bathroom floor, you quickly changed the bandage and stuff the old one into your bag before going back to hiding.

A few days later and you were changing your bandage on the back step, looking at the mostly healed wound.

Shrugging, you decided you didn’t need to cover it anymore and got up and walked inside.

“No, you need to cover it.” Mandy said.

“It’s fine.”

“You heard the doctor, there’s risk of serious infection. Sorry (Y/N), you need to keep bandages on until it’s fully healed.” She smiled.

You groaned and walked over to your bag, and went to grab some new bandages but you had none.

Grabbing an old one, you walked over to the sink.

“What’re your doing?” Steve asked.

He walked over and watched as you soaked the bandage.

“Cleaning the bandage? Do you not do that?”

“No, you don’t reuse them.” He said gently.

“Well what do you do with them?”

You turned to look at him in confusion.

“You bin it and get a new one.”

“But that’s all I have…” you mumbled.

Mandy smiled and rummaged through a draw before holding a pack out to you.

“Here, we’ve got some, it’s okay.” She said.

You looked at it but shook your head and you went back to scrubbing the bandage to try get it to look brand new again.

“You can’t put that back on, it’ll get infected.”

“I do it all the time.” You shrugged.

Mandy walked over, carefully she reached around you and unplugged the sink.

“You don’t have to, here.”

You looked at it and finally you gave in, taking the new one you got given you walked over to the couch and tried putting it on.

It wasn’t like yours which was the perfect size, but this one was way to long.

“I don’t like it…”

“You need to cut it to size.”

Steve laughed and walked over, sitting in front of you.

“Can I?”

You shrugged and watched carefully as he bandaged your wound again and cut all the excess off.

Then he stuck some tape on it and gave you a smile.

You watched as he walked away and you watched them both in the kitchen smile and talk to themselves.

Not once did you hear arguing, there was no fighting or threats.

It was so calm.

They announced that your lunch was ready, and you watched as they took your plate over to you before they sat at the table themselves.

You watched them for a minute before grabbing your plate.

You walked into the kitchen and Mandy looked up.

“Do you not like it?” She asked softly.

You didn’t reply, but you set your plate on the other end of the table that they were on and sat down.

You silently began to eat your food and they smiled at you.

“Hey, do you want to watch a film later?” Steve asked.

“I’m not allowed outside.” You grumbled.

“We can put something on the TV, whatever you want.” Mandy smiled.

You looked up at them.

“Really?”

“Really.” Steve smiled.

You grinned widely, and ran into the living room, sitting in front of the Tv as you you waited painterly for them to come through.

They smiled at you and followed, happy to see you smile for the first time.

You weren’t a bad kid like everyone though, you just needed time to get used them and understand that you were safe and protected.

You just needed to know you could be a teenager, you could make mistakes and not get punished for them.

Will: bisaex-

Mandy: it’s okay take your time