The Foster Kid (Part 8) (A Foster The People Fan Fiction)

The Talk

            A few days after new years, my boss called. He said that I got the promotion and I nearly fell off my bed because he had to call me early in the morning. He told me that he’d pay me double, which was awesome. He also told me that all I need is to make a portfolio of fifteen designs and gave me months to do it. He could see that I’ve been staying up way too late because of the recent project. What a boss. It means that I basically have nothing to do, except worry about the fact that I’m still going to have to wiggle on a freaking wedding dress. I don’t know how it spread so fast. Ariel called and got all loud and excited. She couldn’t stop squealing and I went a little deaf after that. I miss that little asshole. I’ll be seeing her in a few months, in a dress, with a bouquet of white roses in her hands. God, I still can’t believe that it’s happening. My boss gave me a time off too. I think I like this.

Uncle Ben finally got to talk the talk with AJ, Glen, Josh, and Andy. Actually, mom was there too. She was there so Uncle Ben won’t get on the wrong foot about AJ. That left me outside, pressing a glass against the door in attempt to listen to their conversation. With Ryan as a new addition, I couldn’t help it but to eavesdrop. I was crouching down so I was the same height with Stella, who was following me. She thought that this was just a little fad thing to do. Well, it’s beyond far from that. I just want to know what Uncle Ben thinks about AJ and the fact that he had Glen at eighteen. I mean, that’s kind of one of the best ways to disappoint your fatherly uncle. Again, that’s why mom was there. On the other hand, no one knew what AJ did except for me. But I’m outside and was not a part of the conversation. So, AJ was on his own in telling them his side. “Does that trick even work?” Riley snorted, leaning against the wall.

            “Well?” I looked at Stella, “Do you hear anything?”

            “Yea.” She whispered and giggled,

            I smirked at Riley, “Wouldn’t hurt to know what they’re talking about. I think I heard one of them mention your name.”

            She swung her jaw from side to side and stormed away, “I’ll be right back.”

            “I knew it.” I snickered,

            “Why can’t I be in there?” Stella asked,

“Are you a boy?” I retorted,

            She shook her head, “No.”

            “Me neither.”

            “Move, babies.” Riley knelt down, “Mommy needs to hear what daddy is saying.”

            “And you said eavesdropping is impolite.” I scoffed,

            “Not when it’s about you. Now, sshhh.”

            Uncle Ben: What in the world were you thinking? Are you crazy? Anthony, you got drunk at the age of eighteen! When I was your age, I was nowhere near doing that. I was helping your grandfather earn money for a living! Incase you haven’t been told, he died six months before your father did.

            Mom: Benjamin, please don’t be so hard on him. Anthony, sweetie, don’t listen to him. He’s just taking all this way too hard.

            Uncle Ben: I thought your father and I’ve taught you well. I’ve helped your father raise you, so you would be however he’d wanted you to be.

            Andy: Uncle Ben, will you just listen to his side for once? We’re lucky enough that we got him back already.

            Ryan: With all due respect, sir, do not freak Anthony out. He’s shaking already.