The Foster

part 43

I woke up bright an early to get ready to meet Michael for coffee.

"Where are you headed so early?" Ross asked from bed. I guess I woke him up.

"Michael wants to meet for coffee maybe he has some info on Callie." I told him.

"Why wouldn't he just call you? Does he know we're dating?" Ross asked. He sat up and looked at me.

"I think, I can't remember if I ever told him." I said.

"He asked you on a date, he probably thinks you're single." Ross told me.

"I'll just meet with him this once to see what his intentions are." I said.

"What? You don't want to lead him on... please don't go. I don't want him to try and make a move on you or something." Ross grabbed my hand.

"Seriously Ross? Okay fine, i'll text him. It probably wasn't anything though." I said, taking out my phone.

to michael: sorry, something came up. we can talk soon

from michael: whatta shame. hope everything is ok

"Thanks, you're the best. Wait, what time is it?" Ross jumped up.

"Around seven, why?" I asked.

"We have early football practice. I have to go." Ross ripped off his shirt and went to the closet to change. He quickly put on some pants and came over to me. "See you later." He gave me a quick kiss before leaving.

Great, so now i'm the one left alone. I was already wide awake and dressed so I went into the kitchen and made two egg sandwiches. Anna heard me and came out.

"Good morning. You're up early." Anna said.

"Yeah, well I didn't get much sleep. Egg sandwich?" I offered.

"Wow, thanks." Anna took the plate I handed her. "I have to pick Julia up soon then work all day. What are your plans?"

"Just chill out for once. Maybe read a little." I told her.

"Sounds good. You could use a day of relaxation." Anna said.

"Tell me about it." I sighed. We sat together and eat our sandwiches. Anna left to pick up Julia and I went to my room.

I opened my desk drawer, dug under a bunch of notebooks and pulled out my two journals. They were both completely full. Then I searched my room for the journal I bought last night. A new journal, new home. Fresh start. I like fresh.

The letter shoved in my first journal had rough edges, it was the letter from my mom in my journal from when I traveled with her. No way I was opening that one.

Music helps me stay focused when I write. I started looking for my iPod but it was nowhere to be found in my room. I walked through the closet and into Ross' room.

His room looked exactly like mine, but with his own style. His desk was very cluttered, as mine was neat. The bookshelf had some sketchbooks, a bunch of trophy's and metals, a baseball, some action figures, and a few books. His bed looked so warm and cozy, he had a dark blue comforter on it. There was a pile of clothes on his bed and more clothes scattered around on the floor.

I walked over to his desk and started lifting up papers when I saw some really good drawings. One of a dog that looked so real I almost thought it was a picture. There were some of skulls and typical stuff like that. The last one made my heart drop.

There was a drawing of me. There was a piece of hair dangling in my face, my eyes were closed. I was looking off into the sunset, you could only see half of my face. So this was me out of Ross' eyes. I kept looking through his drawings but didn't find any more.