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

More Goofball Talking

Anyways, Ryan will be home tonight and I know that he will immediately hit the hay by the time he steps in. I’ve heard some stories that they barely get any sleep in there. They have to be light on their feet and eyes alert at all times. Sometimes I’d feel sorry for the interns because I know that Ryan tends to get cranky sometimes and just annoy the shit out of people. The interns are in the bottom of the food chain and Ryan’s, like, on top. So everyone can chew the life out of the interns any time they want in general.

        Mark and Cubbie left, and now Isom’s here. Yeay. I don’t really want to know why they refuse to leave me all alone like what I’ve always wanted ever since. Pontius came over with the twins earlier today because he needed a hand, considering that they’re starting to learn to walk without support. Can you believe that? The twins have started walking for some time now and they’re getting better at every minute in a rapid pace. I came up with an idea to set up a playpen with the furniture so they wouldn’t wander off around unsupervised. I think Austin will be joining them in a short amount of time because I’ve caught him trying to pull his little self up a few times. When everyone learned to walk already and the guys decided to drop all of them in my apartment, I would kill myself.

        When I was about to sneak out of the house and find some place elsewhere I could be alone, Sean came. Yeay, again. He came in with that annoying smile of his that sometimes would make me want to slap him across the face when the time is wrong. I don’t get myself at sometimes. Half of me would dread them coming over, but the other half of me would be really happy. I guess it’s the fact that it’s their desire to show up instead of me having to beg them to come over. I really need friends like them.

        I don’t know if I should be grateful or annoyed with the sight of Sean coming in with a bag of ice cream. I know that he’s just trying to get me to eat, but ice cream? Out of all the healthy food that the closest supermarket or whatever there is in my refrigerator has, ice cream? He blamed Pontius for giving him the idea of feeding me ice cream when I’m feeling down. I told him that it’s another different story. You should have seen the look on his face, it was so cute. Sean looks really adorable when he pouts in defeat, especially when that lanky body of his slouches.

            The guys always say that it’s me who carves a smile on their faces, but what they don’t know is that they do that to me too. They could also carve a smile upon this face of mine. Literally almost everything they do could either make my heart skip a beat or just a simple tiny smirk- even their misery. For example, Sean’s issues with torpedoes. After years, it’s still the funniest thing ever. I still get a good stomach workout from laughing at him about it. “NA NA NA NA NA!” Sean shouted with his hands covering his ears, “I CAN’T HEAR YOU!”

            “Come on, Sean.” I slouched, “I was talking about the weapon.”

            “No you weren’t!”

            “Isom, back me up here!”

            “We were talking about the weapon and how dangerous and explosive it is.” Isom said, “We weren’t talking about whatever that dirty little mind of yours is thinking.”

            “I CAN’T HEAR YOU!”

            “Get over it.” I scowled,

            “One day, I will find out what makes you flinch every time I say the word.” He warned, “One day.”

            “One day.” I raised my eyebrows, “Sure.”

            “I will.”

            “Have fun.” I gave him a thumbs up, “I have all day anyways and go ask anyone you’d like.”