We all sat in one row with Riley being next to the window, then Stella, Andy, aisle, Ally, Pontius, Mark, Cubbie, aisle, Isom, and lastly, Sean. I don’t know how my brother and his wife do it, but Stella was surprisingly quite. She was busy fumbling with her seatbelt as the plane started to rattle, speeding towards the end of the runaway and towards the sky. Things tend to get boring when you’re away from the window. You won’t be able to see the city lights getting smaller and smaller until it fades into clouds. It was a night flight, so most of the passengers were immediately knocked out when the seatbelt sign was off. Sadly, I’m never that good at sleeping in airplanes. It’s just not my thing, even though I’ve tried.
The first few hours were dreadfully boring and horrific. Everyone was asleep except for Andy and I, but he was busy making sure that Stella won’t roll over. We’re not airplane people, and we never will be. I got tired of bothering Pontius in tickling his chin because he learned to ignore it. When I was desperate enough, I turned on the reading light and pulled a book out from my tiny rucksack. I should’ve done this earlier, idiot. So I finally got myself involved in a world full of ‘okay’. I’ve read the fault in our stars about a million times and I’m never going to grow tired of it.
I was halfway through the book when my eyes could no longer read another word. I folded the tip of the page and slid it back into my rucksack. Sadly, my eyes weren’t tired enough to fall asleep. I turned to Andy and he did the same thing with a genuine smile, “Can’t sleep?”
I shook my head, “Not one bit.”
“Neither could I.” He sighed, shifting his position and propped Stella on top of him. “I wish I was Stella so I could sleep anywhere I want.”
I chuckled, “Me too.”
After an awkward moment of silence, he finally started a topic to discuss on. “So how are you?”
“I’m fine.” I nodded, “You?”
“Great.” He replied, “Do you have anything that’s bothering you?”
“Not that I know of.” I shrugged,
“Tell me something.”
“Tell you what?”
“I don’t know.” He paused, “Wait, you refuse to talk about Ryan with the guys, right?”
“That doesn’t mean I want to talk about him with you either.” I folded my arms,
“Come on, sis.” He pleaded, “Just this time.”
“What do you want me to say about him?”
“Are you having any problems?”
“He’s in Chicago and I’m in LA.” I stated, “What do you think?”
He smiled, “Look, it gets you. I understand how it feels. It’s not bad that you guys are still in the same country, Riley and I were half way around the world apart from each other. It’s hard and I know that, but you’re going to get through this.”
“You know? It’s weird not being able to see you everyday.” I blurted, “And now you have a three year old.”
He chuckled sheepishly, “It’s weird not being able to see you everyday too. It’s like we’re drifting apart.”
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The Foster Kid (Part 6) (A Foster The People Fan Fiction)
FanfictionAlly bumped into someone she would never expect. It's back to being a peacemaker again, which she kind of hates. Thanks to the guys, she got to embrace the fact that being a peacemaker is an advantage.
