Daniel Keyes is an orphan, fostered by the Walkers. The product of a lonely childhood, he is thrown into the chaos of the Walker family and into the life of his new foster brother Jamie.
This story is the journey of Daniel and Jamie finding their place in the world. Through Jamie being a victim of hate crime to coming out to family and friends, there are many decisions the boys have to make before they become men.
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Daniel arrives at the house…
who pulled him into a room at the end of the corridor at the corner of the
house, overlooking the yard and with views of California hills. It was far from
a large room, but it held a bed that looked soft and welcoming, and just like
he’d said, Jamie had put posters of people up on Daniel’s wall. Not sheet
music, not a pinboard of timetables and practices, but some guys in uniform
with a ball. Basketball, Daniel thought. What team he wasn’t sure. He didn’t
actually know a whole lot about sports, and the idea of a contact sport where
he might hurt his hands had always scared him. Well, scared his mom anyway. Athletics,
group games, had inevitably clashed with extra practice for this recital or
that exam. The boy—Jamie—dropped to the bed, waving a hand and enthusiastically
indicating the whole room.
pasted a smile on his face and hoped he looked enthusiastic enough for what he
had been given.
only for a few months. You can do this, you can talk to people, you can form
words and look happy, you know you can because you have been practising in
front of a mirror.
to the room opposite his and coming back with a gray box trailing wires, tripping
into the room with a broad grin.
always worked now. Those few words were guaranteed to get sympathy and were a surefire
way to get people to leave him alone.
just dumped the confusion of wires on Daniel’s bed and flopped down after it,
sprawling completely over the quilt.
long, lanky arms and legs, with his short, spiky blond hair and his smile. What
was his name again? Jamie. It didn’t go down well to not remember names. But
with a head full of music, things like names weren't a priority. Okay. He could
a little husky from lack of use.
they were swearing and everything when they put it in my den. Well, like, it’s
not my den now. It's your den. Whatever, come on then.” Jamie started to
leave the room, looking back expectantly. Daniel blinked then followed, down
the stairs, past the kitchen where Sue and the social worker sat drinking
coffee, and through a door at the back, leading out to flooding sunshine and
to his parents.
highly polished wood.
rooms that his music stayed in, rooms where he felt safe. Sitting in sunlight,
breathing in California air, was all wrong.
it won’t be for long.
to play?” he said curiously.
got up and did it in ’sembly, and it was rubbish. ‘Cause like, Ellie, she has
this piano at home, and she has this man come over and show her how to play,
and she has had lessons for three years, and if that Chinese thing is all she
can play, then that is just rubbish.”
talking, blinking at him from under his long fringe. “I’m not going to
play,” he said softly.
that why? Megan likes nursery rhymes so can you play them? Josh likes rock. It’s
really noisy, and I kind of hate it, but I guess if you can only do that
Chopsticky Chinese thing, then other stuff would be way too hard. Can you do
nursery rhymes… hmmm?”
talking that Jamie was throwing at him had started to sound too confusing—just
a jumble of noise. Nobody talked to him like that; they talked quietly and
firmly and didn’t make him want to talk back at all. No one mentioned his mom
being dead. Or his dad.
window. “We can play Star Wars in
here, and yeah, sometimes it gets hot with the sun, but not all the time. Maybe
you can go under the piano and just play the pedally things at the bottom? It
would be cool under there.”
good idea. I get ideas all the time. Well, mostly good. ’Cepting the time I
broke my ankle jumping off the garage roof. Hang on, I got an really cool one.”
spot with confusion. Jamie left the sunroom and then bounded back in to a startled
floor under the piano, and then popping back up, a huge grin split his face.
looked at Daniel expectantly.
with anxiety. He was wearing his best pants. His mom wouldn’t have liked it if
he got dirty when wearing his best pants let alone the cream shirt with the
clip tie. Then his new mom, the pretend one, she would be cross, and then
everything would be ruined.
shook the bag of cookies in encouragement.
round his mouth, he yelled so loud Daniel was sure that people outside heard
it. “Mom, can Daniel play in the den with me in his best stuff?”
to say. If she said yes, then this meant Daniel had no excuses not to get on
the floor; something he had not really done before.
me Jamie. Come under with me, and then, d’ya want a cookie?”
another. Still he gathered all his reserves of bravery and slid off the piano
chair and under the piano. It was kind of dark, and Daniel had never seen the
underneath of any of his pianos before so it was a bit intriguing.
against one of the piano legs and holding out squashed cookies.
on his menu, and the last time he had had one, it had been at his mom’s funeral
because no one told him he couldn’t have one. He bit into the dark chocolate
biscuit, his tongue poking out to gather stray crumbs as they collected at the
corner of his mouth, brushing others from his pants.
conspiratorially, darting a quick glance out from under the piano. “It's a
can't tell no one what you see.”
wondered if this is what all families in the real world were like, with stupid
promises and sitting on dusty floors in best clothes.
grin and proceeded to push a whole cookie in his mouth in one go, looking kind
of like the hamster Daniel’s English class had babysat for a whole term. Crumbs
flew everywhere as the poor cookie met its demise in the cavern that was Jamie’s
mouth, and Daniel just watched, totally fascinated.
can’t do that,” he said, throwing the challenge into the den.
nagging push to prove Jamie wrong, but it was quickly squashed by the
overwhelming need to not do anything stupid.
began munching on his next cookie. Clearly realizing Daniel was still nibbling
on his first, he emptied half of what was left in the packet into Daniel’s lap.
his lap, hoping he could keep his pants clean and cataloguing Jamie in his mind
as being ever so slightly scary and ever so slightly odd.
they were both covered in dust bunnies and chocolate, and they had learned a
lot about each other.
basketball. Daniel also found out that Jamie had a girlfriend, Tina, she was
only eight, but she had a mom who, on a daily basis, sent her to school with a
decent supply of candy, hence Jamie’s attraction.
some other stuff with really long sounding names, no, he didn’t have a
girlfriend, no, he couldn’t swim, and horror of horrors, he had never even
watched basketball, let alone played it.
removable head; Daniel didn’t like to point out that to him it just looked
broken), DVDs, books, sticker albums… the list was endless. He could quote
parts of the movies verbatim, and in fact did so on a regular basis, much to
Daniel’s confusion. He even tried to encourage Daniel to play Star Wars under the piano, but it was at
this point Daniel had to admit the terrible truth.
Wars, none of them, ever, not once, not in the entire nine years he had
that Daniel had somehow missed this vital part of his education, gleeful that
he could start from the beginning and educate Daniel himself.
plot while Daniel listened, the plans for the great stealing of Mark’s prize Optimus
Prime, the first Jamie-Daniel prank on the older brother that Daniel hadn’t
even met yet.
caught up in it, forgetting he was in a foster home with no parents and with no
real long-term plans in place for him. He became embroiled in Jamie’s world,
and with no holding back, Jamie started to build a new family around him, a
family with a mom, a dad, a sister and two brothers.