Perfect

Chapter Fourty Five: Even if it doesn't always feel complete

"Of course you can buddy." Said Jayden, reaching out to ruffle his hair. "You know where to find her."

As soon as the door opened, Keegan was gone. He sprinted across the carpark and disappeared around the far corner of the huge building, calling someone's name as he went. Jayden scooped up his bag which he'd left on the gravel and turned to me with a smile, gestering with his hand to the open door.

"After you my lady." He said. I smiled at him and pretended to flutter an imaginary fan.

"Why thank you kind sir." I jumped out of the car, my feet sending up small clouds of dust. As soon as I climbed out of the car, a shout went up. I whipped my head in the direction of the building. A small bunch of teenage girls were standing by the front steps, their hands over their mouths. They waved and called ot, huddled together like a small flock of geese. When Jayden jumped out beside me, they did nothing, their eyes still fixed on me.

"Why are they all staring at me?" I asked, my voice dropping to a whisper. Jayden put his hand in the small of my back and began to propel me forward.

"They know all about you." He said. "We've spent hours talking." I turned towards him with wide eyes.

"You told them?! What is they told someone else?" Jayden just looked at me.

"It's not like these kids have a lot of freedom Spence. The younger ones are here until they can get put into foster homes or someone decides to adopt them. The older kids are mostly ones who have been taken out of foster homes, because the older you are, the harder it is to find a home. They're being trained as nurses or teachers, until they reach therir 18th birthday which is when they have to find a job and fend for themselves. The younger ones are too little to understand any sort of conversation and the older ones would never tell a soul. It gives them a sense of power if they know something that the rest of the world does not." By the time we got to them, Jayden had finished talking and I turned my attention from him to the group of younge people standing in front of us.

They compleltely ignored the two security guards standing behind Jayden and I and they jumped on Jayden, hugging him and laughing, telling stories and all talking at a million miles an hour. I stood back, watching in absolute amazement as Jayden talked to them, asking questions that only someone who knew them really well would ask. He started talking about a tv series with one girl and then he asked another boy if he'd watched the football on the weekend. He had his arms around them whenever he could, bumping fists with the boys whenever they came near enough. It was as if he himself was a student who had been away from a short period of time and everyone was eager to catch him up on everything that had happened.

"Amazing isn't it?" Said a voice behind me and I turned around to find a middle aged woman standing behind me. She dipped her head in my direction as a form of greeting. "They love him like he'd their brother and he loves them as much as he loves little Keegan." I tore my eyes away from the hussel and bussel that was Jayden's conversations and turned to face her. She would have been in her late thirties, her honey coloured hair pulled into a loose braid. Her eyes were a peircing blue and they seemed to read everything inside my head before I even got a chance to think it.

"You must be Spencer Rose." She said, smiling. "We've heard a lot about you." 

"All good things I hope?" I asked. She nodded.

"Oh yes." She dipped her head towards Jayden and the croud of teenagers still surrounding him. "You might find some of your relationship counsils in that group. You let Jayden know when he'd ready to come in. The younger ones are eager to see him too" Then she turned around and headed back in the direction of the building.