Two weeks had passed both in a blur and interminably slowly, but in those two weeks, a vast amount had been done. Johnny and Liv had moved house and been approved as foster parents; they had attended three parenting classes, as well as several one-to-one sessions with Agnes Cunningham, the woman who had instigated this fast-track arrangement in the first place. Fliss, too, had been through a few training sessions, but where her progress had been most noted was with Johnny. Her control over accidental flames was very nearly totally complete all the time now, more than enough to make it safe for her to go home with them. And that was what was happening today.
Tucked in the front passenger seat of Liv's car - borrowed by Johnny especially for this little trip - she was practically fizzing with excitement, delighted to be getting out of the special unit and to have a bedroom all of her own for the first time in months. "You really live all the way out here?" she was asking as they pulled through the main gates of Maple Grove, looking around with interest. "Are you rich?"
Johnny chuckled at the question. There were several ways to answer that. "Yes and no," he replied, as he drove Liv's little car through the main gates and along the winding road that meandered its way through the picturesque grounds of Maple Grove, past gardens and trees and home after home, each one possessing a charm all its own. "Back home in New York, I used to be pretty well off, but here..." He shrugged. "The Grangers have kind of adopted us, but I wouldn't say we're rich."
"Oh, so you're not well off now?" Fliss looked confused. "Dude, you're all kinds of weird sometimes, you know that?" She giggled quietly, her attention caught once again by the houses they passed by - some big, some small, all charming in their way. "If you're not well off, what makes you think you can afford me" I kinda have this destructive streak, you might have noticed."
"It's complicated," he replied, unsure just how to explain. "Back home, I'm something of a celebrity. Here, I'm just Johnny Storm. It's Liv's overly generous boss who's well off. I swear, the Grangers have more money than they know what to do with, so we live here for free. It's one of the perks of working for Jonathan Granger, she says. Believe me, we were both weirded out by it, at first, but they're really nice people, and like I said, they've sort of adopted us."
"So ....I'm a kind of honorary Granger now, too' I'm a sort of Storm and a sort of Granger?" Though the arrangement was, for the time being, considered only temporary, Fliss had grown attached to Johnny and his wife over the course of their many visits to see her. She knew it wasn't going to be all roses and honey, but she was genuinely looking forward to living with them. Especially when she'd found out that Liv was going to home school her until the term began again in September. "Hey, does Bella sleep on beds" Can she sleep on mine if she wants" Do I get free access to the kitchen if I want a snack?"
He laughed, amused by all her questions. She was a lot like him at that age, he thought, though she wasn't related by blood, but why should that matter" He was growing fonder of her by the day, and so were Liv and Bella. "Questions, questions. What are you worried about, Fliss" Think we're going to kick you out for raiding the fridge in the middle of the night?"
"Aw, c'mon," she whined laughingly. "I just spent a coupla years in places where you get scolded for asking for a drink at the wrong time of day. Can you blame me for wanting to get all my facts straight?"
"You want a list of rules?" he asked, glancing over at her a moment before turning back to the winding road ahead of them. They were nearly there, and he couldn't help feeling as excited as she was to see what her reaction would be to their new home.
"Well ....isn't that what you're supposed to do?" Fliss asked, as uncertain about all this as he seemed to be. "Give me a list of stuff I'm not allowed to and hope like hell I'll do as I'm told?" Her hands clenched in the top of her bag for a moment. "I mean, I figure Liv's gonna be kinda strict. She always looks so perfect, you know" Not a hair out of place. I figure she's gonna have some rules."
Johnny laughed again at the girl's impression of his wife. "Liv, strict' Hardly. Livvie's a softie, but don't tell her I said that!" he told her with an amused smirk that softened into a warm smile. "We just want you to be happy here, Fliss. Safe and happy. Any rules we insist on will be for that purpose. To keep you safe. Understand" This isn't a prison. It's a home."
Fliss giggled at his amusement, part of her lighting up at the fact that she'd made him laugh and not angry with her for her description of his wife. She liked Liv, she just wasn't sure how living with the woman was going to go. "Yeah, I get it," she assured Johnny. "I'm kinda nervous, you know" I don't wanna screw up and make you have to send me back."
Johnny frowned a little at her continued worry that they were going to find some reason to reject her and send her away. "We're not gonna send you back, Fliss. This isn't a trial run. It's the real thing." Coming up on their left was the big house itself - Maple Grove Manor - the primary residence on the grounds and where Old Man Granger resided, along with Jon and Vicki and their children. "That's the manor," Johnny pointed out, with a nod of his head, slowing a little so she could get a good look. "Liv's boss lives there."
"Really?" His distraction technique was a winner - Fliss nearly permanently squashed her nose flat against the window, ogling the big house as they drove by. "Have you been in there" Do they have servants" Is Mr Granger really as scary as everyone says he is" And the kids, are they really cute, or is that just what the magazines say?"
Johnny chuckled again at all the questions. Had he ever been that curious - or that young" But then he was only in his mid-twenties, just a little over ten years older than her, more like a big brother than a foster father really. "Yes, yes, no, and yes," he answered her questions in order of succession.
"Will I ever go there, do you think?" she asked, a little longingly. It wasn't so much that she wanted to visit Jonathan Granger's home, as wanting to visit a house that had stood at the center of a family for more than four hundred years. A family that still lived there, and seemed to be intending to live there for a long time yet. Fliss lacked that kind of continuity in her life, and felt it deeply. "I kinda wanna meet Mr Granger sometime. If he's not so scary. I never had a grandpa."
Tucked in the front passenger seat of Liv's car - borrowed by Johnny especially for this little trip - she was practically fizzing with excitement, delighted to be getting out of the special unit and to have a bedroom all of her own for the first time in months. "You really live all the way out here?" she was asking as they pulled through the main gates of Maple Grove, looking around with interest. "Are you rich?"
Johnny chuckled at the question. There were several ways to answer that. "Yes and no," he replied, as he drove Liv's little car through the main gates and along the winding road that meandered its way through the picturesque grounds of Maple Grove, past gardens and trees and home after home, each one possessing a charm all its own. "Back home in New York, I used to be pretty well off, but here..." He shrugged. "The Grangers have kind of adopted us, but I wouldn't say we're rich."
"Oh, so you're not well off now?" Fliss looked confused. "Dude, you're all kinds of weird sometimes, you know that?" She giggled quietly, her attention caught once again by the houses they passed by - some big, some small, all charming in their way. "If you're not well off, what makes you think you can afford me" I kinda have this destructive streak, you might have noticed."
"It's complicated," he replied, unsure just how to explain. "Back home, I'm something of a celebrity. Here, I'm just Johnny Storm. It's Liv's overly generous boss who's well off. I swear, the Grangers have more money than they know what to do with, so we live here for free. It's one of the perks of working for Jonathan Granger, she says. Believe me, we were both weirded out by it, at first, but they're really nice people, and like I said, they've sort of adopted us."
"So ....I'm a kind of honorary Granger now, too' I'm a sort of Storm and a sort of Granger?" Though the arrangement was, for the time being, considered only temporary, Fliss had grown attached to Johnny and his wife over the course of their many visits to see her. She knew it wasn't going to be all roses and honey, but she was genuinely looking forward to living with them. Especially when she'd found out that Liv was going to home school her until the term began again in September. "Hey, does Bella sleep on beds" Can she sleep on mine if she wants" Do I get free access to the kitchen if I want a snack?"
He laughed, amused by all her questions. She was a lot like him at that age, he thought, though she wasn't related by blood, but why should that matter" He was growing fonder of her by the day, and so were Liv and Bella. "Questions, questions. What are you worried about, Fliss" Think we're going to kick you out for raiding the fridge in the middle of the night?"
"Aw, c'mon," she whined laughingly. "I just spent a coupla years in places where you get scolded for asking for a drink at the wrong time of day. Can you blame me for wanting to get all my facts straight?"
"You want a list of rules?" he asked, glancing over at her a moment before turning back to the winding road ahead of them. They were nearly there, and he couldn't help feeling as excited as she was to see what her reaction would be to their new home.
"Well ....isn't that what you're supposed to do?" Fliss asked, as uncertain about all this as he seemed to be. "Give me a list of stuff I'm not allowed to and hope like hell I'll do as I'm told?" Her hands clenched in the top of her bag for a moment. "I mean, I figure Liv's gonna be kinda strict. She always looks so perfect, you know" Not a hair out of place. I figure she's gonna have some rules."
Johnny laughed again at the girl's impression of his wife. "Liv, strict' Hardly. Livvie's a softie, but don't tell her I said that!" he told her with an amused smirk that softened into a warm smile. "We just want you to be happy here, Fliss. Safe and happy. Any rules we insist on will be for that purpose. To keep you safe. Understand" This isn't a prison. It's a home."
Fliss giggled at his amusement, part of her lighting up at the fact that she'd made him laugh and not angry with her for her description of his wife. She liked Liv, she just wasn't sure how living with the woman was going to go. "Yeah, I get it," she assured Johnny. "I'm kinda nervous, you know" I don't wanna screw up and make you have to send me back."
Johnny frowned a little at her continued worry that they were going to find some reason to reject her and send her away. "We're not gonna send you back, Fliss. This isn't a trial run. It's the real thing." Coming up on their left was the big house itself - Maple Grove Manor - the primary residence on the grounds and where Old Man Granger resided, along with Jon and Vicki and their children. "That's the manor," Johnny pointed out, with a nod of his head, slowing a little so she could get a good look. "Liv's boss lives there."
"Really?" His distraction technique was a winner - Fliss nearly permanently squashed her nose flat against the window, ogling the big house as they drove by. "Have you been in there" Do they have servants" Is Mr Granger really as scary as everyone says he is" And the kids, are they really cute, or is that just what the magazines say?"
Johnny chuckled again at all the questions. Had he ever been that curious - or that young" But then he was only in his mid-twenties, just a little over ten years older than her, more like a big brother than a foster father really. "Yes, yes, no, and yes," he answered her questions in order of succession.
"Will I ever go there, do you think?" she asked, a little longingly. It wasn't so much that she wanted to visit Jonathan Granger's home, as wanting to visit a house that had stood at the center of a family for more than four hundred years. A family that still lived there, and seemed to be intending to live there for a long time yet. Fliss lacked that kind of continuity in her life, and felt it deeply. "I kinda wanna meet Mr Granger sometime. If he's not so scary. I never had a grandpa."