Hello again! I promised people a sequel to "A Never Ending Weekend" and well, this is it. Once again, this is boyxboy, so if you don't like it, please don't read it. Thanks to all who will read and more importantly, review. Please enjoy! I DO NOT OWN FOSTER'S HOME FOR IMAGINARY FRIENDS.

Is this Never Ending?

Chapter One

Mac bopped his head slowly to the music that was playing on his MP3, watching the wispy clouds blow past the window, revealing the quilt patterned land below. The cabin of the plane was rather humid, and smelled a little bit of sweat, but he could care less. It was summer now!

Summer: a time of freedom, where there was no schoolwork, and endless time to spend with the people that he loved being around most. Wilt, Coco, Frankie, Eduardo, Madame Foster, even Mr. Herriman… but by far, Bloo was the one person that he had to see above everything.

When the plane had landed and Mac had gotten his luggage from the baggage claim, he spotted his mother standing there, looking rather bored. Her arms were crossed and she was leaning back against the wall. She hadn't had much makeup on, and it was clear that she was tired. Her dowdy clothing hugged her curvy body a little too tightly; uncomfortably.

But when Mac waved to her, and called out for her, her eyes brightened up and she looked ten years younger.

"Mac!" she rushed forward and grabbed him, pulling his shaggy brown head down to her lips and kissing him, then stepping back to look at him. She gave him a big hug and he let her, and then hastily she released him.

"Have you got your stuff?" she was back in robotically-programmed-mom mode, the mom that Mac was used to seeing every day.

He nodded and then they headed out to the car that they had parked out front, and quickly his mother jumped back in the car so that she wouldn't get a ticket. Mac put his stuff in the trunk and then climbed in the passenger seat beside her.

On the drive back to town, she hardly tried to keep a conversation going, and her eyes were focused on the roadway ahead of her. She asked a couple of questions, such as how his flight went and if packing up had gone easy for him. He had shipped some of the stuff home because she was busy with work… ever since her promotion when he was around nine, she had been getting progressively distant.

But Mac hadn't minded much. He was always at Foster's, and avoided his brother as best he could. She was there for his elementary and high school graduation; she was there for his prom (he had gone with Goo even though they had broken up at that point), and she was there for conferences and whatever sports games or activities that he had done. Yet there was still something about her that was off.

When they got back to the apartment, Mac unpacked his stuff while his mother called in for a pizza. It arrived about a half hour later, and they assembled at the old table in the kitchen. Margaret, Mac's mother, served up slices of the Canadian bacon and pineapple pizza and flicked on the television set. It was just the two of them. After about two minutes of eating, she turned down the volume on the TV and looked over at him. She waited, and Mac realized that now it was his turn to strike up a conversation.

"Where is Terrence?"

"Wandering around somewhere," Margaret answered, rolling her eyes. "He managed to graduate high school and now he's hopping from job to job, living out of a friend's apartment or whatever."

Oh, you can't tell me you expected much more out of him?Mac thought, his eyes darting over to the TV.

"So, Mac, have you thought about getting a job over the summer?" she asked, tearing the cheese off of her pizza and tossing it in her mouth.

"Um… yeah, about that, I have." He chased down the pizza with a swig of milk. "I was offered a job at Foster's."

"Foster's?" she gave him a cautious look, recognition slowly seeping into her eyes. "That's…"

"The place where I gave Bloo up, yes," Mac said, feeling the pace of his heart quicken a little bit. "They said I could live there during a summer and the pay is pretty good too."

"Live there?" she repeated, narrowing her eyes. "I don't know if I like the sound of that…"

Mac shook his head and protested, "Mom, it's a great offer, and I'm going to take it. I'll visit you on the weekends. Okay?"

She mumbled something under her breath and then ate another piece of pizza. Mac watched her, wondering what she was thinking. His palms felt a little sweaty from waiting for a positive comment—some sort of approval.

"Okay," she mumbled back. "I guess. You say it pays well…"

"It really does, Mom."

"When do they want you to move in?"

"I'd have to call and check," he said, trying to not sound too happy, "but I think Mr. Herriman—he's um, kind of the boss there—wanted me to move in over the weekend. So tomorrow."

"I hope you didn't unpack too much…"

"I didn't. The pizza came too quickly…" Mac smiled a little. "It'll be great, Mom."

She gave him an icy glare, and then arched a brow. "Do you still talk to Bloo?"

"Um… sometimes." She still doesn't know. After all this time, she doesn't know. What luck!"Like, we'll call each other up… maybe once a month…"

"He still hasn't been adopted?"

Mac tensed at that statement, a little angry. He looked down, and when he raised his head, his eyes met his mother's icy stare. "No. He hasn't. He doesn't really want to be adopted, either."

He stood up and then helped to clear the table, and then he headed back into his room and shut his door. He shuffled over to his bed and then flopped down onto his bed. He rolled over and laughed crazily into his pillow, because he was so crazy happy he couldn't stand it.

He pulled out his phone and rushed into the closet and pulled the door closed. He dialed Bloo's cell phone and within thirty seconds, he picked up.

"Hey," Bloo said. "What's up, Macky-dacky?"

"Bloo! She says that it's cool! I'm going to come and live with you!"

"Dude, seriously?" Bloo shrieked over the phone. "Mac, that's awesome!"

"I'm moving in tomorrow," Mac whispered, his voice still ecstatic even though hushed. "So tell everyone, and tell Mr. Herriman. And remember—they don't really know me."

"Got it—fool your mom, yadda yadda…"

"Please take this seriously!" Mac pleaded a little whiningly. "I gotta go now… but I'll see you tomorrow okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. See you tomorrow. 'Night Mac."

He smiled warmly, blushing a little. He stared at his feet. "Good night, Bloo."

As they hung up, Mac knew that sometime this summer, he would have to face the music—and try to resolve his feelings about Bloo.

They hadn't gone away after all.

And if anything, after hearing Bloo's voice and put together with the realization of what lay ahead tomorrow, they had gotten crazily stronger.