That talk was two to three months ago. I told the guys about it and they couldn’t help it but laugh at the end. I must admit, it is a little funny in the end. Everything was slightly back to normal, plus Andy and his family was still lingering here. Ryan was spending most of his days in the hospital while I spent mine mostly at home. What? I still have a really long time and besides, I currently have nothing to draw about. Andy’s lucky that his boss was on vacation. With mom under my roof, I felt like I was a teen again. I suddenly had curfews again and I also have a morning calls. On the bright side, I had feasts because mom cooks. Who cares about curfews and morning calls? I was finally eating something proper and sophisticated.
On this one particular day, mom was out getting the groceries. So it was just Andy, Riley, Stella, and I. As usual, I was upside down on the couch with Stella next to me. Andy and Riley were in the guestroom and I was hoping that they’re not having sex in there. Big brothers, don’t have sex in your little sister’s apartment. Please, it’s disgusting and gross and disgusting and weird. Sorry for being dirty minded. Anyways, I was having a blast watching Spongebob when there was a knock on the door, “LAPD!”
“What’s LAPD?” Stella asked,
“Los Angeles police department.”
“LAPD! Open up!”
“Is he going to pew-pew?” I guess she was trying to say ‘shoot us’,
“Nah. Who taught you that?”
“I saw it on telly.”
“Wow. Don’t worry, it’s not going to happen.”
“I said open up!”
I groaned, “My God, the door’s not even locked!”
“Good morning, sunshine!” He barged in with Daisy propped on his hip,
“Shut up, Sean. It’s three in the afternoon already.”
“No pew-pew!” Stella exclaimed,
“I don’t get it.”
“She thought you were a real po-po. Thanks, you just scared the kid.”
“I’m sorry, Stella. I was just playing around. It’s our favorite game.”
“Mommy and daddy are sleeping and granny’s getting roceries.”
“Groceries.” I corrected,
“Gwowcewies.”
“I give up.” I sighed wearily,
Sean chuckled, “Close enough. It’s something.”
“So, what brings you and Daisy here? It’s like there’s no other place that you can have a father and daughter time at. Wait, let me guess-”
“No, you don’t have to babysit her.” He plopped on the couch and set Daisy on his lap,
“And Mago’s here because?”
“What’s up with you, grumpy?”
“Can’t you see I’m upside down?” I retorted,
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The Foster Kid (Part 8) (A Foster The People Fan Fiction)
FanfictionThe bad comes after the good and vice versa. That's how Ally's life works. This time, it's the bad's turn to roll but this couldn't be the worst. Can it? Can this be the worst thing ever in her life? Can the guys or anyone convince her to look at it...
