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

Cubbie's News

I sat on the passenger seat while he drives. I leaned on my seat with my elbow resting on the door. The radio was on, but the volume was so low, so the atmosphere was awfully quite. I just remembered, a quite atmosphere makes me sleepy, and my eyes are really tired now. “So…” Cubbie started, snapping me back from my wandering mind. “University?” He glanced at me and focused back on the road. I awkwardly nodded. “When did you even graduate high school?” He narrowed his eyes at me, then back at the road again.

            “Yes, for the ten millionth time. I graduated a year ago.”

            “What did you do for a year?” I was about to say something but got cut off, “No, wait. Let me guess, London? You stayed with Andy?”

            “Bingo!” I said, and he nodded understandingly.

            “Wow… Kids grow up so fast…” He mumbled, smiling and shaking his head. I didn’t take my eyes off him; I was observing his sudden strange behavior. I find it awkward that he suddenly say these things, it’s so ‘fatherly’ and weird. “I can’t imagine…”

            “You can’t imagine what?”

            “How ‘one’ feels about letting go.” He looked at me, and I was staring back at him with puzzlement. “You know, how does it feel to uh… Like, let go…” His eyes flicked for mine and back to the road repeatedly, trying to have a ‘serious’ conversation while driving, “Like, how would your mom feel when both of her kids had to go?”

            “Well…” I paused, thinking of what to say. “Proud, obviously. If I were in her shoes, I’d be like, rubbing it on people’s faces like a proud mother she probably- should be.” He chuckled, “But then, I’d also be crying my eyes out because I will let the kids that I rose for more than seventeen years…” I stopped in mid-sentence, I was suddenly thinking of mom. “Go… It will take a while to sink in, it will make you feel empty inside.” I sighed, and so did Cubbie.

            “I’d do the exact same thing if I were your mom.” He blurted. I then suddenly realized and tried asking what is the point of all this,

            “Cubbie?”

            “Hm?” He replied, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.

            “Why the question?” He ignored me, but the drumming stopped and his shoulder tensed. “Wait!” I snapped, and his head instantly turned towards my direction,

            “What’s wrong?” He asked, confused about my sudden reaction.

            “Are you trying to say… What I think you’re trying to say?” I said, almost gasping with excitement.

            “Depends.” He cracked a twisted smile, with his eyes glued to the road. “What are you thinking?”

            “Never mind.” I said, backing off.

            “Come on, tell me! What are you thinking?” He poked me on the arm repeatedly.

            “Alright!” I shoved his hand away, “But don’t kill me.” He nodded, “Are you…” I hesitated, but the looks on his eyes demanded that I should go on. “Are you telling me that- Cubbie… Are you going to be a… Cubbie, are you going to be a dad?” He stepped on the brakes. I thought he was going to kill me, but it was just a red light. He looked at me, right into my soul, and my eyes widened with anticipation. He just shrugged and smiles proudly; I swear to God that his smile was even wider than a Cheshire cat, and I think I saw him blush. He then looked down at his steering wheel, still smiling.