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

Birthday Surprise

The guys and I showed up at Mark’s house because it was his birthday. Sadly, no Isom and we haven’t heard anything about him yet. I had to pick the lock again because Mark won’t answer the door and his phone. The moment I stepped into his house, it reeked of alcohol. Why wouldn’t it? Mark Foster loves alcoholic drinks. “Ally.” Cubbie said,

            “Ally.” Pontius followed,

            “Yea, Ally.” Sean added,

            “Fine, I’ll go talk to him.” I groaned in defeat,

            “Thank you.”

            “I hear the television, he’s in the living room!” Sean pointed,

            “Yea, thank you, Captain Obvious.” I rolled my eyes and shuffled to Mark. I found him on the living room couch with his feet up on the coffee table and the floor had beer cans scattered. Both his home phone and handphone were placed on the table as if he was expecting a call. His hand was rotating an opened beer can and his eyes were hollow. “You’re phones’ are right there and you didn’t even bother to pick up?”

            “You know how to pick a lock.”

            “You’re a mess.”

            “I’m aware of that.”

            “Did you get some sleep?”

            “I think so.”

            “Foster.”

            “What?”

            “Do you think you’ve had enough?”

            “Nope, and I ain’t even sorry.”           

            “Give me the can.” I extended my hand, “You’ve had enough.”

            He scowled and chucked the can at me, which thankfully, was empty.

            “Get up.”

            No movement was made.

            I sighed and stood in front of him, “Get up.”

            He looked back at me with glassy dull eyes.

            I grabbed his hands and pulled him up, “I understand what you’re feeling. You’re older that me, you should know better.”

            “What’s going on in here?” Cubbie asked as he, Pontius, and Sean saw the both of us.

            Sean slouched and sighed loudly, “I’ll get the trash bag. By the way, happy birthday!”

            “Thanks.” Mark murmured his reply,

            “Right, happy birthday!” I gave him a bear hug and he propped himself on me, “Lose the face.” I tapped his nose,

            He smiled halfheartedly, “Yea, thanks.”

            “Go get cleaned up, then we could eat something because I’m starving!” I pushed him towards the bathroom, “And don’t lock yourself in!”

            “Yea, okay.” He shut the door behind him.

            I came back to the living room and helped them clean up. Sean was holding the trash bag open while Pontius and I were throwing beer cans in it. “Loser has to take the trash out?”