I don't own any characters from Ouran high. "Are you talking to me?" I asked, unsure."Uh, yeah." He confirmed. "We were watching you play and I think your pretty good." The woman added. "Oh thanks." I smiled warmly. "Aren't you like 12? Shouldn't you be in school?" The man asked. "I'm 14 actually. I should but I'm not." I replied. "Why not?" The woman asked."I uhm... Don't have a home. There's no way I'm going to an orphanage." I answered her. "That's what we thought. We've seen you there for the last couple of days and we wanted to know if you'd live with us and let us enroll you in a school?" The man said. "Why would you do that?" I tilted my head. "What do you get out of it?" I asked."The satisfaction of knowing a homeless teenager is going to school because of us." The woman replied. "That sounds reasonable." I smirked. "So, the both of you want to let me live in your house, enroll me in a school, and actually take care of me?" "Yes." The woman answered.