February, two months after the freaking discussion and Andy hasn’t blurted out a single word about it. Jerk. Riley and I grew impatient every single day until it got to the point where we no longer care. The thing that never changes, or ever will, is Pontius’s habit of calling me. He calls like that kind of mothers. This time, he called at four in the morning. “Do you know what time is it?” I finally picked up after the hundredth ring. He just wouldn’t give up,
“Whoa.” He chuckled, “No, I’m sorry.”
“It’s freaking four in the morning.”
“I’m sorry!” As if he knew what I was about to do, he said, “Don’t hang up!”
“Could you call me a little later? Perhaps when I’m awake? Or maybe not at all?”
“I miss you and I’m tired of waiting.” I was too sleepy to react at all, “When are you coming back to LA?”
“Later, now piss off.”
“Could you be a little more specific?”
“I’m leaving later today. Do the math yourself, will you?”
I fell asleep waiting for him, “Ally! Ally! Ally! Ally! Hello? Are you there? Hellooooo?”
My eyes heavily opened, “What?”
“You’ll be here after midnight tomorrow.”
“Well done, Blaise Pascal.”
“Are you really going to be there?” He pled. That made me think on how long I have been gone, but was too lazy to count.
“If I’m not there, then my flight might be cancelled… Or lost at sea or a dense forest… Looking for a way back home…. Cold and hungry… Exhausted-”
“No, that’s not going to happen! Don’t freak me out!” He scolded, “If you lie to me again, then I’d have to get James Bond to come and get you.”
I snorted, “How is that possible?”
“Because I am the Mark Pontius.” He confidentially said,
“No, you’re the guy who loves cats and striped socks who, fortunately, has good looks.” I blurted,
“That’s one of my gifts.”
“Weirdo.” I yawned, “For the love of God, let me go back to bed!”
“You hang up first!”
“No, not this crap again.” I moaned, “Hang up, Pontius!”
“No, you ha-”
“Okay, bye.” I knew that it would take him forever, so I had to cut it short. In an instant, I was knocked out again. I was awakened up again later by the annoying vibrates of my phone. Shut up, please. As if God heard my prayers, my phone stopped vibrating. Tragically, it rang again and so I pressed the answer button.
“I forgot to tell you that I’ll pick you up… Hello?”
“Pontius?”
“Yes?”
“I hate you.”
“I guess I’ll be seeing you tomorrow.”
“Hm.” Then I hung up and continued sleeping undisturbed.
Why is my bed shaking? Is this an earthquake? If it is, why must it be this early? I thought, too lazy to get up. I felt like I haven’t got any sleep in days and it’s cold, so let the sleeping in begin. If it was really an earthquake, then I would die in peace while sleeping. “Get your lazy ass up!” A voice shouted,
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The Foster Kid (Part 4) (A Foster The People Fan Fiction)
FanfictionLove is in the air, and so is trouble. Find out what trouble that fell on their shoulders after two years of rainbows and sunshine.
