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

D Day

The day has finally arrived. We were behind the stage of the Hollywood bowl. I was on this couch with Isom while the rest were busy with their own thing. Secretly, I was keeping an eye on him. He wasn’t as jumpy as usual, which was weird. I think everyone else noticed his weird behavior, but no one wanted to bother him. His pale face told everyone that he wasn’t in a good mood, but I think it’s not just that. He barely said a word and his eyes looked hollow. Something is wrong with Isom Innis and I’m worried. “Isom, are you sure you’re okay?” I finally asked,

            “I am.” He murmured,

            “You don’t look okay to me.”

            He rolled his eyes, “Don’t worry about me, God.”

            “Okay, I was just wondering.” I said in my defense.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed,

“No, it’s fine.” I replied,

“I-”

“I’m just worried about you, denim man.”

He smiled, “What are you worried about, kid?”

“I don’t even know, I’m just worried.”

“Worry about yourself, there’s nothing wrong with me.”

“There’s a whole lot of things to be worried about more than yourself.” I stated,

“I know.” He sighed,

“Why do you sigh so much?”

“I’m just tired, that’s all. I’ve been feeling tired lately.”

“Cheer up, you’re about to make people happy.”

“Thanks.” He smiled timidly, patting me on the knee.

“You’re going to do great.” I stood up,

He pulled my by the pants, “Wait!”

I stumbled, “What?”

“If you’re bored, you can talk to Dave.”

“Dave?”

“The security, he’s a nice guy behind all those muscles.”

            “Okay, thanks for the heads up!” I patted him. I then went to go look for Pontius, “Hey, Andrew! Have you seen Pontius?”

            “I’m looking for him too.” He replied,

            “You go that way and I go the other way.”

            “Good idea.” He agreed. I went around the back of the stage. What made me nervously amazed was how loud the place was. I could feel my ears ringing, and I won’t be surprised if I go deaf later on. After five minutes of looking for Pontius, I finally found him sitting near the stage entrance.

            He turned and smiled, “Hey.”           

            “Hey.” I replied, “Are you nervous?”

            “What do you think?”

            “You look like you’re about to piss yourself.”

            “Keen observation, kiddo.” He rolled his eyes, “Look at all the people out there.”

            “I know, there must bet thousands of them.”