The Foster Kid (Part 7) (A Foster The People Fan Fiction)

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I flopped back on the couch with Pontius’s words ringing on my head. He was also acting a little different. It was like it drained him in order to say all that. Things kind of became awkward after that. It’s not a bad kind of awkward, it’s just awkward. It’s always been after we say things like that. Sean later came to pick Daisy up, and then Mark came about two hours later to pick Austin up. Then it was just the twins, Nate, Pontius, and I. Well, I guess Nate kind of worn himself out in the playground earlier that day. “Do you mind being with Nate all by yourself?” Pontius suddenly asked,

            “You’re going now?”

            “Yea.” He bit his bottom lip, “Sophie’s home.”

            “Was it because of the thing we talked about?”

            “Not at all.” He shook his head,

            “Okay.” I sighed, “Do you need any help with the twins?”

            He smiled, “If I could make it up here, then I could make it back.”

            “Drive safe, pops.”

            He stopped midway at the door, “By the way, we have a show at The Echo in new years eve-”

            “Yea, I’ll come.” I cut him off,

            “I was hoping if your boyfriend could come too.” It took him an effort to say that,

            “You want Ryan to come?” I tried to contain my laughter at his attempt,

            “Well, yea…” He trailed,

            “I’ll tell him.” I let out a snicker, “What do you want to do to him?”

            “Actually, he’ll be the one who’ll do something.” He blurted and I could see him clenching his jaws. Why would he regret saying that?

            “What do you mean?”

            “I’ve said too much. Bye, kiddo.” And then he was gone. He left me hanging with that question. What does he mean? Nate was asleep on the couch so I had myself to ponder about it. I could barely fathom today’s event. What does Mark Pontius mean?

            I’ve been pondering and wondering about his words while Nate sleeps for about an hour or so. Was Pontius keeping something behind his back? As I was thinking hard, someone knocked on the door. I pushed myself up and staggered towards the door, “Sorry I’m late.”           

            “Your boy’s out cold.” I informed, “He had a day at the playground.”

            Cubbie chuckled, “That’s alright. I don’t really take him to the park that often.”

            “You should sometimes.”

            “So, I heard Pontius helped out today?”

            “Yea.”

            “He also said that you’ve been glued to your desk doing this project.”

            “Don’t worry, I just handed it in today. So, I’m all yours for babysitting.” I raised my hands,

            He chuckled, “No, you’ve done enough. It’s almost new years anyways.”