Figuring Out Foster

Chapter 23

My dad had left for work this afternoon even though it was a Saturday.

And it had to have been a couple hours since my dad called me to say he was going to be at work late... again. I glanced at my cellphone, and lifted it from its spot on my comforter. Flipping onto my front, I flicked my finger against the screen. It brightened immediately, the clock letting me know that it indeed has only be two hours and about fifteen minutes since he called me.

I know I should be used to him always staying in work late, given he always done this before, but I really wanted him now. The house felt too empty and quiet.

Throughout Saturday, I had chewed over the idea of letting Foster know that I loved him too. It was easy to admit it to myself, but saying it out loud was just too much for me. There were so many conflicting thoughts:

I did in fact love him and he loved me. But he's most likely going to leave. Realizing this hurt, because I had found someone special. He read me better than anyone and he kept me on my toes trying to understand him, he made me care about him...

I hadn't heard from Foster at all since yesterday. Sitting in my room, practically all day, I couldn't help glancing out my window to try to catch glimpses of him through his window. Although, like usual his blinds where kept half lifted. Making it hard to see anything but half of the bed.

I wondered... well, actually hoped he'd been sleeping since he needed. Though, I understood how hard it was to sleep with something constantly on your mind.

Would my letting him know my feelings change his decision?

Sighing, I realized that I only thought about Foster for the billionth time today. I put down my phone and pushed myself of the bed, intent on checking to see if I could get any sign that he was okay.

Just as I'm off my bed, my cellphone dinged once behind me indicating I've got a text message. Expecting it to be Cassie, I quickly grabbed it but stared at the notification surprised that the message actually came from Jess.

'Hey.' was only word Jess had written.

'What's up?' I wrote her back quickly, it seemed odd that Jess was texting me, especially right now.

'I wanted to text you earlier, but I know you're going through other things. Foster and whatnot— I kind of need advice.. '

Suddenly, I remembered that Michael had taken out Jess last night, 'Wait. Did something happen with Mike?'

"Totally!."

I rolled my eyes, lightheartedly, at her message, 'But what was it?'

'God, I can't even text it.' Jess texted back to my question, before she sends me another message, 'He kissed me!'

"That's great."

"Yeah, but he hasn't texted or called... have you heard from him?' I could practically hear the anxiety she was going through the message.

'Sorry, I haven't seen any of the guys today.' My thumb hovered over the send button, hesitating because I really wanted to say more. Comfort her, maybe. It would be something I would do for Cassie.

And Jess was my friend now too.

Canceling that message, I started a new one.

'Mike is nice. He isn't the person to just randomly kiss someone. He's told me he knows about your feelings for him already, and he is the last person that would to take your feelings carelessly. So don't stress, Jess.' I thought about him telling me about his inexperience with relationships, 'Just wait for him.'