The Foster Kid (Part 7) (A Foster The People Fan Fiction)

New Beginning

Mom, Glen, Stella, and I headed back to my place. I was kind of worried about Ryan but at the same time, I can’t do anything about it. Guys will be guys, and brothers will be brothers. Stella immediately passed out in the car, which was great. One less mouth to listen to. I don’t know if your heart is supposed to beat this fast for a really long time. It felt like pumping became a lot more difficult. His words were still ringing in my ear and I was shivering for no apparent reason. Marry me. Marry me, beautiful. I guess the guys are going crazy on Ryan and he would go home looking like he just escaped from prison.

 I felt like a vacuum cleaner just sucked my whole soul. I was just exhausted from the events of today. There were too many feelings to be felt. I felt happy because I found the one. I felt excited because I’m going to start a new beginning. I felt nervous because I’m actually really getting married. I felt anxious because it’s a new thing to me. I felt scared because a lot of things will change. I barged in to my room and plopped lifelessly on the bed. For some absurd and illogical reason, I started to cry. I just did. Tears just leaked right out of my eyes and in to the pillow. I was just letting it all out, literally everything. I don’t know for how long I’ve been doing this. I was just staring at the door while the tears silently leaked out. Someone peeked his head as the door cracked open, “Ally?”

I quickly wiped the tears away with the heel of my hand, “Hi, c-come in.”

The figure stepped in, “Hey, kiddo.”

“Cubbie? What are you doing here? Where are the guys?” I didn’t even bother to sit up, I just burrito-ed myself with the comforter. Let’s just hope that he won’t see how much of a mess I am.

He carefully sat on the edge of my bed. I could feel my legs against his back. It was dark and all I could see was his silhouette from the light coming from outside. “They’re not done. I called it a day to check on you.”

“And the girls?”

“Last I heard, they’re still in Amy’s place.”

“How did you get in here?”

“Glen’s up like a big boy.” He chuckled,

            Note to self: Explain your side to Glen about the guys. I mentally smacked myself in the forehead,

            “Is everything okay?”

            I chewed my inner mouth, “Yea, I’m fine.”            

            He didn’t believe me. Crap. He leaned over to switch the bedside lamp on and pulled the comfy comforter away from my face. I was slightly expecting him to overreact or something, but I guess I was wrong. He just sat there with his back against the head of the bed. “I know what you’re feeling, kiddo.”

            “Really?” I barely uttered a sound,

            I felt his fingers on my hair, “Believe me, I do. I had a feeling that you might be doing this afterwards.”

            “How’d you guess?”

            “Just a gut feeling. I’m starting to believe that I have a sixth sense.” I don’t know why his voice was getting softer and softer. I could hear him fumbling with whatever is next to him, which were the drawers.

            I took a deep shaky breath and tears started to leak again, “Yea, I might be a little scared.”

            He slid down so he was lying next to me. His head turned so I could see his eyes. “I know it might be a little scary, but you don’t have to be scared.”