The Foster Kid (Part 10) (A Foster The People Fan Fiction)

Beau

Daisy managed to calm down a little later and I think the nightmare is starting to fade from her memory. I waved away the feeling of her nightmare as a prophecy. I mean, if it’s that bad, it might mean a lot worst when it actually happens. That’s also why I don’t want to know more about it and whatever the meaning behind it is. I think she might have inherited her father’s wizardly skills. I guess Mago still exists. I’m not mad. Why should I be mad over a four year old’s nightmare? That is just so immature. The doorbell rang and Sean flinched like he just got smacked in the head. Ding Dong! Ding Dong! Ding Dong, motherfucker! Open me!

            Daisy and I tried to contain our laughter.

            “Alright, fine.” I stood up, “I still have a heart.”

            “Thank you.” Sean groaned,

            “God, you’re dying.” I muttered under my breath and was slightly hoping that both of them didn’t hear that,

            Ding Dong!

            “Remind me to murder that thing!” Sean cried as I was about to open the door, “I hate it!”

            I opened the door mid-laughing and stopped as I looked at the person right in the eyes, “Well, hello there.”

 “Ryan, my true love. Oh, what a surprise.” I monotonously said,

            “It’s nice to see you too, honey.” He chuckled,

            “Sean’s sick.”

            “Poor guy.” He replied halfheartedly,

            “You’re mean.”

            “And so is he.” He pouted, “To me.”

            “He’s cranky at some point in his magical life, but he’s a plush toy at heart..”

            “He’ll make it. He’s a tough guy.”

            “Okay, so what’s the purpose of all this?” I leaned on the doorframe,

            “Purpose of all what?” He shrugged innocently,

            “I know your silly little tricks.” I prodded annoyingly at him,

            Bark! Bark!

            “What the hell was that?” I squinted threateningly at him,

            “Well…” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly,

            “Ryan…”

            “I’ve got a surprise for you.” He flashed an innocent childish grin,

            Bark! Bark! So that noise came from probably the most handsome German Shepherd I have ever seen my whole life. That’s what I call a dog, not a freaking puppy. It’s a wolf. Fierce and dangerous with a heart softer than a baby’s butt. That mutt was majestic as fuck.

            “Who’s this little guy?” I cooed,

            “Hey, he’s not a little guy.” Ryan corrected, “He’s a freaking beast.”

            “Yea, sure.” I sarcastically returned,

            “His name’s Beau.”