HEY! Hey you. YEah you- person reading this. I don't own Fosters at all. The only thing I own is my OC. And this story. Flames are allowed, cuz that makes me a better writer, but not uber harsh.
Bloo sat on the stairs, staring at the door. 5 years ago today, Mac had walked out those doors. But he had never come back. Bloo had lost his spunk, his adventurous nature. He had lost who he was. Now he did as told and any free time was spent staring at the door, waiting with baited breath for his best friend to come back. But, he didn't. Ever. Not even on Bloo's 'Birthday'. Mac didn't believe anymore. He was 13 now. But Bloo was still there, heartbroken and waiting...