The Foster Kid (Part 2) (Foster The People Fan Fiction)

Lazy Days

I woke up feeling a little refreshed, the sunlight dancing on my face. I sat up and found Pontius still fast asleep; I nearly fell off the bed when I found out. I smiled, just like old times, four years ago. My throat felt really dry, so I made myself go to the kitchen. I scanned through his fridge and it’s almost empty, I then decided to go for water. I sat on the stool and placed the glass on the counter, the place where we toasted last night. I looked around his kitchen, then the outside world through the window. Pontius then came, and dropped himself on a stool next to me. “Good morning!” He said,

            “Mornin’!” I replied with my mouth glued to the glass. He chuckled and I put the glass down, “From a scale of-”

            “Six!” He interrupted, “If ten is the worst, I feel like a six.” He rested his forearms on the counter and dropped his forehead. I rubbed his back sympathetically,

            “Alcohol gets ya!” I said,

            “You’re not helping!” He groaned. I patted his back before hopping off my seat and went through the cupboards to look for coffee. “If you’re looking for coffee, it’s in that cupboard!” Pontius pointed without lifting his head up. So I made two, for him and I. I placed the hot mug in front of him,

            “Drink up!” I poked his biceps. He then sat straight and cupped his hands on the steaming mug.

            “Thanks…” He mumbled, and I just nodded. He took a few sips before talking again, “Do you know what I’m craving right now?”

            “Donuts?” I smirked, and took a few sips.

            “Yes, but not exactly.” He laughed, “I’m suddenly craving pancakes.”

            “Well, that came out of nowhere!” I said, slightly surprised. “But you read my mind, I’m in the mood for pancakes too!” He dramatically gasped,

            “What is going on in here?” He raised his fist, offering a fist bump.

            “Brother from another mother!” I said as I softly punched his fist,

            “Sister from another mister!” He replied and I looked at him weird,

            “Uh… Wow, Pontius. You just ruined it.” I said, annoyed.

            “What?” He raised his shoulders defensively, “I ran out of rhymes!” We both ended up laughing.

            “Hey, what about pancakes for everyone?” I suggested and Pontius nodded enthusiastically. We started opening Mark’s cupboards, but we managed to not mess it up. We finally gathered the ingredients and generally dumped everything into a mixing bowl. Andy and I used to do this back home, when we were really hungry. I’m starting to feel that Pontius may have reminded me a little of Andy. While I was dumping, Pontius was mixing,

            “Aren’t we like a well-oiled machine?” He smirked and I nodded. He then dipped his finger in and tasted the batter, “Not bad.” I then figured out how to turn the stove on and waited until the pan heats up. I just poured the first pancake when Isom and Sean came inside.

            “Rise and shine, boys!” Pontius said. Isom and Sean replied with a mumble that no human being could ever understand. They sat at the stools while I pour coffee for them. Isom was resting his elbows on the counter with his chin on the heel of his hands. He then smiled and took the mug, Sean did the same thing.