Chapter Eleven
Foster shook Cecile into wakefulness. "Get up." He growled.
Cecile sat up and looked to him. Her face was pure red with fever. "Wassup?" She slurred sleepily as she rubbed her eyes. "Foster~. My eyes burn." She whined.
He sighed and sat down in his rolling chair. "Look. Take this and you'll get better." He said as he held out the silver coated pill.
She grabbed the water and medicine. Her lazy fingers slowly popped the pill out of the silver packaging and swallowed it down with the water.
She sniffed. "I don't feel better." She stated.
He took her cup of water and put it on the bedside table for her. He then leaned back into his rolling chair. "It doesn't work that fast, dummy." He snorted as his back rocked against the rolling chair..
Cecile fell backward onto the bed. "I feel like crap." She muttered.
Foster let out a quick laugh. "Well, I would guess so. You were sick all day, but you refused to rest. Just rest next time, okay? Okay? Cec-." He leaned forward to see Cecile's eyes were closed. She let out a soft snore. Foster grit his teeth.
"You never listen!" He complained. She continued to sleep.
Foster held out his hands which were grasping only air and shook it like he was holding her neck. He gave an angry scoff before getting up and leaving.
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After two hours, Foster walked upstairs to wake Cecile up. He opened the door. She was still fast asleep.
"Cecile! Time to go!" He yelled. She opened her eyes a tad. "...I'll only leave if you carry me." She grunted.
He walked over to her and kneeled by her bedside so he could look her in the eye. "No. C'mon. Just get up and quickly tell me your address so I can bring you home." He frowned.
"If you frown, you'll get wrinkles." She poked at the wrinkles made from his puckered brow.
He scooped her roughly up into a princess carry. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE ALREADY, YOU BUM! TELL ME YOUR DAMN ADDRESS!" He yelled.
She relaxed into his arms as if they were a comfy hammock. "That's going to be a problem." She said.
Her blue eyes sparkled up at him mischievously through the red haze of a fever. "I don't remember the address." She snickered.
Foster scoffed at her carefree attitude. "WHAT?!" He yelled.
"Shush, shush, Foster! That's my ear!" She griped and covered the ear he fussed into.
"I don't care!" He spat. She frowned. "I'll cough on you." She said simply.
He hurried down the stairs while holding her. Cecile's arms scrabbled to get a hold around his neck.
"Get in the car, get in the car, get in the car, get in the car, get in the car..." He repeated and hurried outside.
He backtracked a few steps. "Bye, Mom! I'm bringing Cecile home!" He snatched the keys.
She nodded while tending to the pots on the stove. "Oh okay, but hurry hon. Dinner's almost ready. Bye Cecile!" She turned to them.
She cocked her head in confusion. "Why are you carrying her?" She asked.
Cecile and Foster exchanged glances.
"Why am I carrying you?" He asked before dropping her. She landed nimbly on her feet.
"Get in the car." He pointed at the vehicle.
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"Uh, it's somewhere around here." She shrugged and nestled deeper into the stained cloth seat.
"Uh, hey Foster? Can you please watch the road and not bang your head against the steering wheel? That's not really safest thing to do." She implored.
He picked up his head. "You make me want to scream." He admitted.
She smiled. "Right back at you! I get so happy when I'm with you that I just wanna squeal! Oh wait! This is it!" She pointed out a huge house.
Foster looked at the house she pointed out with ginormous eyes. "That's your house?" He asked as he stopped in front of it.
She nodded, "Yep."
His eyes never left the lavish home. "Uh, Cecile? Why do you have such a nice house, but own a flip phone?" He asked.
She looked at him. "Oh. My phone? Well, the characters in the books I read own flip phones. I saw the one I have now and thought it was cute, so I got it. My dad wanted me to get an iPhone like him and Mom though." She laughed, feeling a bit better because of the medicine.
Foster's chocolate brown eyes met hers. "I just gotta ask, why are you so loaded?" He asked.
Her clear blue eyes locked with his. "My mom owns the store 'The ALPS' in the mall." She said.
Foster's eyes lit up with an idea. "That new store everyone at school likes?" She nodded. Foster leaned back into his seat. "Hmm... Think I can get a discount since I know you?" His mouth picked up into a smile.
Cecile didn't notice his Grinch-like grin. "Probably, but I have to be present for my mom to believe you." "Do you work there?" "Me? No. I mean, only in emergencies like if I have a day off and there are too many people not there. You know what? We could go there together on Saturday!"
He leaned over the middle of the seat. His torso stretched over the middle console. Cecile pressed herself to the back of the seat.
He threw open the door for her. "Foster. You know I could have opened the door myself." She informed him.
He slumped back into the driver's seat and waved at her. "Yeah, but that wouldn't have been soon enough. See you Saturday! Now get out."
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