The Foster Kid (Part 3) (A Foster The People Fan Fiction)

Break In

Mark rudely woke me up at around eight in the morning. He pulled the covers off and blasted music in my ears. Of course, I had tinnitus for like, around an hour or more. He was smart enough to come up with that idea, though. I think I will come up with something better in mind to get back to him. I am not sure what was wrong with him, but he was blasting music around the house. He was strolling around the house while bobbing his head. The weird me played along, doing this weird air drums and air guitars. I think that moment defines the real meaning of a mental hospital. “Hey, we should get going!” He turned the music off, “The guys are almost there!”

            “Are we really going to break in his house?” I dropped my shoulders,

            “Maybe.” He shrugged, “We’d have to if he’s in a bad mood.”

            “What do you mean?”

            “If Pontius is in a bad mood, he’d refuse to have contact with anything outside- not his house, but his room.”

            “Would he go mad if I annoy the sense out of him when he’s in a bad mood?”

            “That’ll be fun.” He laughed, “He won’t be able to flip out on you.”

            “That’s what I was trying to say!”

            The drive to Pontius’s house was short. Mark told me that Sean got Pontius doughnuts, which Sean himself said that he would get for Pontius. When we got to his house, the guys were already there. Cubbie and Isom were sitting on the hood of the car while Sean was throwing small pebbles at Pontius’s windows. Cubbie and Isom just sat there and watched Sean throw pebbles at the windows. They would occasionally laugh at the lame aim of Sean Cimino. I stepped out of the car and climbed the hood of the car, behind Cubbie and Isom who were facing the house. “We’re locked from the outside.” Cubbie informed,

            “I could see that.” I chuckled,

            “Mark Pontius! This is LAPD! Open your door right now or we’re going to have to kick it open!” Sean hollered, like Pontius can hear him.

            “Looks like we’re going to have to break in.” Mark stated, “Do your thing, kid.”

            “What’s her thing?” Cubbie asked and everyone laughed,

            “Watch and learn, Jacob.” Mark chuckled coldly,

            “Where’s the toolbox?” I asked. Isom hopped up from the car and dragged me to the trunk. He popped it open and dragged the toolbox out,

            “What do you need?”

            “A tension wrench.” And then the both of us started to dig the whole box, looking for that son of a gun. We eventually had to pour everything out and spread it all around the trunk.

            “Tension wrench, where are thou?” Isom gritted, “We can’t get in and I need to pee.” He blurted. I stopped to look at him like he just licked the asphalt,

            “I think that was too much.” I grimaced,

            “Ally, I need to pee.” He muttered, “So we need to hurry up.”

            “Hold it!” I cried, “Shut up and hold it!” We started to pick one thing up, look at it, and if it was not the tension wrench, then we’d throw it back in the toolbox. This happened for about five minutes or so, until that moment that Isom has been waiting for finally came.