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

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Anyways, I woke up this one night from the same dream. I sat up, trying to shrug the monsters away. I felt like slapping myself to snap out of it. I guess the sunlight leaking from the little gaps of the shade calmed me down a bit. It’s the less scary feature of this big bad world that I’m in. It was only around ten, meaning that I just slept for at least three hours. I spent most of the night staring at the ceiling. The urge to quench my thirst made me push myself up and trudged out of my room. As I was about to pass the television, I stopped and shuffled a few steps back. What the hell is Pontius doing in here? What in the world could he possibly talking about with Ryan at a time like this? Is he threatening him again? But I was too thirsty to find out. So I tried to ninja mode towards the pantry. “Ally?”

Crap. I swiveled in surrender, “Oh, hi.”

            It took him a while to study me. Do I look that different? After a very long time I haven’t looked at myself, I decided that it’s finally time. When I was able to see my reflection, I was surprised too. My eyes has never been this hollow before, especially because of the bags under it. I was obviously thinner than before mom died. Honestly, I was surprised that I was able to change this much in a short amount of time. Basically, I looked like a zombie minus the appetite for brains. “H-Harrison just told me.” Pontius was suddenly standing in front of me,

            I looked up at him. It’s been a while since I last saw him and those eyes of his. He has this look that just melts the inside of me, they all do. “Everything?”

            He bit his lip and nodded, “Yea.”

            I nodded understandingly.

            He opened his arms like he knew that I’d crawl into it, which I did. “I’m really sorry for your loss.”

            I nodded in his chest. I felt like I’m being pulled back to phase one all over again.

            “I should’ve have known earlier.”

            “It’s not your fault.” I murmured, shaking my head.

            “Okay.” He nodded,

            “I’m sorry, I should’ve told you about this. It’s just that… I was afraid that I’d feel sorry for myself all over again.”

            He cupped my face, “Feeling sorry for yourself is natural. I’ll be here to make sure that you won’t cross over the line.”

            Pontius has never failed to smack a smile on my face. I don’t know how he does it and I don’t know why I couldn’t resist it.

            “Hey, that’s the smile I’ve been wanting to see.” He finally pulled away.

            “Um, I’m going to be late.” I just realized that Ryan was on his white coat, “I better go.”

            “Uh…” I don’t really understand what’s going on,

            “I have a twelve hour surgery and I won’t be home for a while because my shift’s a mess. How great does  forty eight hour shift sounds?”

            “Oh, alright.”

            “I gotta go.” He kissed me in the forehead, “Bye.”

            “Bye.”

            “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about this earlier.” He was half out already,