Dying to Live

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight.

John's point of view.

"Foster I'm nervous." I look down at my lap.

It has been two weeks since we've gotten together. Not much has changed, well for the worse anyways. In fact Drake has laid off hurting me a little.

"It'll be okay. I promise." Foster squeezes my hand.

You see two days ago Foster asked me out for our first date. A family dinner at his house.

"O-okay." I smile sheepishly at him. "I believe you."

Foster leans over, placing a soft kiss on my head. He hasn't kissed me yet. I'm starting to wonder if something is wrong. Does he not want to kiss me?

"You'll love my family! They're all really nice. Well maybe you should look out for my older brother, Drake-"

Foster keeps talking but I'm in too shocked to listen. Drake couldn't be the same Drake I know. I-it can't be. He looks different than Foster. He has brown hair and green eyes. Foster has pale blonde hair and blue eyes.

There's no way they're the same Drake. I'm just being stupid.

"John, you coming?" Foster snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah! Of course." I hop out of his car.

I look at the house in front of me and my eyes widen. "T-this is your house?!"

No John, Foster doesn't know where he lives.

Foster takes my hand. "Yep!"

I never realize Foster was rich. I mean I should have known considering his car was nicer than the whole orphanage itself. I guess I never really paid that much attention to it.

"Do you have a pool?" I ask, as Foster unlocks the door.

"We have a hot tub." He smiles and opens the door.

"Oh..I've never been in a hot tub before." I mumble.

Foster leads me inside. "I can help with that. What else haven't you done?"

Kiss someone.

"I've never had cherries." I smile cutely at Foster.

"Omg boy I have so much to show you!" Foster hugs me tight. "Cherries are like the most amazing things ever!"

"More amazing then me?" I pout a little.

"Of course not!" Foster looks down at me then freezes. His eyes lock onto my lips. "John I want to ki-"

"You must be John!" A woman rushes to us.

She has a strange accent.

"Hi mom!" Foster smiles.

I blush slightly as the woman, Foster's mom, hugs me tight.

"Let me tell you! My baby sure knows how to pick them. You're adorable John." She hugs me tighter.

I smile. If I were to have a mom I'd like her to be like this. I already like Foster's mom a lot.

"I know right!" Foster pulls me to him, snaking an arm around my waist. "Better not steal him from me!"

It's now that I realize that I haven't said a word to her.

"It's nice to meet you Mrs. Graham." I smile at her.

She pats my head. "Dinner will ready ready In about ten minutes."

Foster and I follow his mom into the kitchen and the mouthwatering smell of spaghetti hits me. I think it's like actually homemade, I've only ever had the stuff from the jar...