Foster Brothers: By The Blood

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(Luke's P.O.V.)

It's been a few days, a week tops, and Beau found a job he actually enjoyed. He worked at a local coffee shop, right down the street. He loved to make coffee, especially because, our mum taught him how to make the most delicious cup! His boss was very nice, considering that he didn't mind whenever Beau brought Jai and I to work with him. Beau even got generous tips everyday! Maybe it was the amazing coffee he knew how to make? Maybe it was his friendly personality? Maybe it was mum watching over us?

Dallas found a job as well, he worked at a car repair place. He'd often come home with greasy hair and oil stained clothes, but nonetheless, he also came home with a nice paycheck. So, I couldn't complain. Damion often went to work with Dallas, simply because, he LOVED cars. Jai and I went with Dallas sometimes as well, and I got to say, his job is pretty cool. Dallas even calls himself a car hero. Dork.

Beau claimed that Damion, Jai, and I were too young to get jobs. Jai and I being sixteen, and Damion being seventeen. In my defense, I looked older than sixteen. I don't know why, but I just did. Damion looked older as well! Perhaps it was because we were forced to grow up back at the foster home. The only person who actually looked his age, if not younger, was Jai. He looked to still be fifteen as a matter of fact. He still had a small frame, and a large dependence on Beau and I. I was taller than him, and I had more muscle than he did. Overall, I thought I was more than capable of handling a job.

So, today I was going to try and persuade Beau into letting me get a job. I don't see why not because, we need all the money we can get!

Beau was going to take us to work again today because, he said he liked to be able to keep an eye on us. So, I woke up around 7am, and I put on a fresh clean shirt and jeans. I ran a hand through my hair, not really caring what it looked like, and then I went into the kitchen. I assumed Jai was there already, because he wasn't sleeping in his bunk.

As I walked into the kitchen, Jai was sitting wide eyed at the table, staring at the plate full of pancakes and bacon in front of him. I smiled at the sight, and I sat down next to him.

"Morning Luke! Sleep well?" Beau asked me as he set a plate of food in front of me.

"Morning, and yeah I did. Thanks for the breakfast by the way! It smells really good." I said as the smell of pancakes and bacon filled my nose.

"You're welcome. Now eat up! I have a longer shift today and I don't want you two to be hungry. I might send you two over to the sandwich parlor right next door to the coffee shop if you guys get hungry around one o'clock, but I don't need you guys whining for food around 10am." He said as he poured me a cup of orange juice. I noticed that Damion and Dallas were nowhere in sight, so I asked,

"Where are Dallas and Damion?"

"They had to leave earlier today. Dallas had to take an early shift, and Damion wanted to go with him as usual." Beau stated. I nodded, and then began to eat my breakfast.

"Alright well, you two finish up your breakfast while I go change into my uniform." Beau said as he went to his room.

Jai and I ate in silence, simply because we had our mouths full 99% of the time. Though, after a few minutes Jai put down his fork and said,

"I'm full." I looked over to his plate and noticed that he only took a few bites of one pancake, and be barely touched his bacon.

"Are you sure? You've barely eaten Jai." I questioned. He nodded and then said,

"I'm sure. I'm not that hungry."

No wonder he was so small, he barely ate!

"Alright fine. Go get our bag and then we'll be ready to go." I told him and then he walked off to go get our backpack. Beau had bought us a backpack to share, one of which that could carry stuff we both might want/need. For example, the backpack had Jai's heart medicine (in case he needed it for an emergency), and a blank sketchbook for him to draw in if he ever got bored. The backpack also had a nice camera inside of it for me to use, because sometimes I liked to take pictures here and there. It also had a pocket knife inside of it, one of which I had difficulty insisting Beau on putting it in the bag. What if something were to happen and we needed protection? I was thinking ahead you know?