The Foster Kid (Part 9) (A Foster The People Fan Fiction)

Picture Taking

So that was all done. The most intense yet exciting moment of my whole life. Through out that process, all I could hear was the loud beating of my heart. I’ve never felt this relieved, even after five hours of holding your pee. After all that, I somehow felt different. I somehow felt like I’ve turned in to someone else. Things will definitely change, I guess.

            There I was, goofing off with the closest people who has seen me go ape-shit and break down through out their lives. My family, the guys, my best friend, her sister, Ryan, his parents, his doctors whom are friends with me as well, and Toby. I’m a little bit sad that Jess just moved to DC, but at least she called. We were just taking some tension off before the reception starts at nightfall. I can finally tick on the hardest part of the day. I knew the kids were itching in being kids since the moment the other guests leave. When the coast was clear, the little boys took their jackets off and started to run along with the little girls. It would be great if I join them, but that’s impossible.            

            It was great that we were all laughs and smiles. I don’t know who started this crappy joke, but we all ended up crying with laughter. This is honestly the happiest moment of my life and I wish I could stay in this moment forever. Not only that, but it was picture time. For the first time in my life, I was enjoying getting my picture taken. Like, really enjoying it. That’s probably because everyone was being comfortable with each other. Also that the photographer wasn’t a jerk. My inner child was bubbling like crazy. It was as if I was on sugary drugs. I lifted my dress up and practically ran into Andy’s open arms. I told you, I’m a kid trapped in an adult’s body. He locked his arms around me the moment I bumped into him. “Hey, kiddo.”

            “Hi.” I grinned,

            “You look different today.” He smiled tightly,

            I nodded knowingly, “Yea.”

            “Congratulations, Mrs. Harrison.” He blurted,

            I’m going to have to get used to being called by that name. The color of my cheeks reddened, “Thanks.”

            “How are you feeling?”

            “I’m feeling alright.”

            He suffocated me with a really tight bear hug, “Aw, my little baby’s all grown up and flying solo.”

            I squeezed him back. I could sense his hesitation in letting go. Honestly, I’ve always loved hugging him. It’s where I feel safest when in doubt and scared. It’s the first thing I always do when I see him after months being an ocean away. It’s the thing he always does when he knows that something’s up. It’s my ultimate favorite thing to do with him. This his the longest hug I’ve ever did with him. This could probably end up in the book of world records any time soon. I took it all in.

            “Hello?” This annoying voice, I know it anywhere.            

            I pulled away from Andy and turned to find Josh smirking with his arms open.

            “Hi there, little cousin!” He chuckled as I flew into him,

            “You made it!”

            “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” That was Uncle Ben,

            I hugged him tightly.

            “Hey, squirt.”

            “Hi, Uncle Ben.”

            “You look really… Pretty… My little girl looks really pretty.” He kissed my cheek,