The Foster Kid (Part 4) (A Foster The People Fan Fiction)

It's About Time You Get Back

I have decided to stay at home and turn into a potato for the whole day. Tragically, someone knocking on the door disturbed me. There’s only one guy who knocks like that. It wasn’t those kind of soft knocks with the your knuckles, but more like a gorilla banging on his chest with its gigantic paws. If I ignored it, the banging will get even more louder and some kicking might be added for a more annoying effect. “I know you’re in there!” He shouted,

“God, can’t you give me a break?” I muttered, rolling off bed and trudged towards the door. I was so lazy, I just unlocked the door and went straight to the comfortable couch, not bothering to simply open it.

He finally opened the door, “Surprise!”

“Urgh.” I grunted,

“Get up!” He shook the couch,

“You’re making me cry, Sean.” I mumbled, “You are making me shed tears.”

“What’s with you today?” He scoffed,

“Torpedoes.” I stated but I didn’t get to see him wince,

“What time did you sleep?” I heard Cubbie asked,

“Four thirty.” I replied, “What time is it now?”

“One.”

 “It’s about time you get back!” Mark flopped next to me,

“Uh, I was only gone for a month.”

“No, you were gone for two and a half months! You spent thanksgiving, Christmas, and new years in London!”

“So?”

“I wanted to take you to Cleveland.” He pouted,

I snorted, “Mark, I have a family too.”

Isom rolled his eyes, “So how’s London?”

“You guys are not going to believe what Andy just did!” I exclaimed excitedly,

“Jesus, you’re weird.” Sean cursed,

“What?” Mark sounded uninterested because he got hold of my phone,

“Get your nose off my phone!” I tried to snatch it away, but he quickly rolled off, laughing.

“Hey, kid.” He said, “Remember when I scrolled through your life six years ago?”

I shot up and cried, “NO!”

“Oh no you don’t!” Pontius laughed, pulling me onto his lap as the both of us stumbled onto the couch.

“Let me go!” I wriggled,

His arms were around me and it got tighter as I moved, “No, I know what you’re capable of, kid. I’ve seen you kick butt.”

“Just keep scrolling and scrolling.” Mark sang,

“You should get use to this.” Sean stated, patting me on the shoulder. They scrolled through some pictures of Ryan and I goofing off. Luckily, I’ve deleted the photos where we got a little drunk at this party. They’ll kill me if they found out.

“I haven’t seen Ryan in a while.” Cubbie said,

“Maybe it’s because he got himself stuck in the middle of a busy schedule.” I shrugged,

“What do you mean exactly?”

“He’s an intern, future cardiologist.” I beamed,

“No way.” Sean gasped,

“Way.” I nodded. Then they found themselves in an ocean of pictures of Andy and I scaring the shit out of Riley in the London Eye.

“Is that Riley?” Mark asked,