The Foster Kid (Part 6) (A Foster The People Fan Fiction)

Pre Concert

So I entered the room with the roll of paper on my hand. Mark, Cubbie, and Sean had guitars on their hands and were jamming to something. I kind of hope that it will be their new song but you’ll never know. Isom and Pontius were doing this yoga-stretching thing because they move a lot on stage. I slammed the door shut to get their attention because I’m weird, “Where have you been?” Cubbie demanded,

            It took a while for me to answer, “Aussie men are just… Wow… So mom’s car broke down in the middle of the road and this hot shirtless guy came and helped.” I squealed excitedly, “God, he was like Narcissus minus the cocky attitude and the dying part.”

            “Uh oh.” Isom tutted,

            Pontius gave me a disappointing look, “And what about this guy?”

            “He gave me his number and asked if we could hang out some other time.”

            “What?” Sean scoffed, “You’re going to marry that guy?”

            “I might not like Harrison that much, but I think it’s best for you to stick with that boy.” Mark blurted, “I’d beg if I have to.”

            “I gave you a day off and this is what I get?” Cubbie cursed bitterly, “That’s it, I’m never going to take my eyes off you.”

            I grimaced, “Ew. Guys, I was joking. Will you just calm down? Relax.”

            Sean rolled his eyes, “Typical.”

            Cubbie patted a spot next to him, “Okay, so where were you? For real.”

            I flopped next to him, “We have a full house. Half of Sydney’s outside that door. You could hear it from here.”

            “What’s that in your hand?” Sean tried to snatch it away from me but I dodged it,

            “It’s from Isabelle.”

            “Who?”

            “A talented sixteen year old and I’m not to be kidding you.”

            Cubbie took it from me and gingerly unrolled it. It made him look like he was reading the morning paper. “Are you sure she’s sixteen? I mean, wow.”

            “Don’t shoot the messenger.” I raised my hands, “She handed to me herself.”

            Sean took it from him, “Whoa! This is amazing for a sixteen year old! It’s like looking at yourself in the mirror!”

            Mark peeked from Sean’s shoulder, “Are you sure that she didn’t print this out instead?”

            I groaned and stretched over Cubbie in order to be able to reach the paper, “You see those lines? They’re pencil, meaning that she made it from scratch with love and passion.”

            “This is so going in our studio!”

            “Is it that good?” Pontius stood up and skipped eagerly to take a look at the paper, “She’s good. She should do the cover for our next album.”

            Isom joined them to take a good look, “I want this to be the cover for our next album!” He raised his finger,

            “Hey, you socialized!” Mark smirked teasingly at me, “That’s a good start.”