AN: Thanks so much for the support and patience everyone. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Chapter Two

"So," Bloo said excitedly as he picked up the controller for the video game console. "Are you ready to get thrashed at this game. I'm sure that I can defeat you as easily as I always have, huh? You want to bet on it," he said trying to sound intimidating but Mac shook his head.

"I'm going to have a talk with Frankie, probably get some documents sorted to so that I can learn what my duties are in the house," he said before standing up with a grin. "I'll talk to you later, promise," he said with a wink, "We can catch up."

"Sure, paperwork has always been your favorite thing anyway," Bloo shrugged. He looked at Mac longingly, he hadn't realized how much he had missed his creator. He had had other friends but when Bloo had compared them to Mac they had always come up short. Now that Mac was here under the same roof, Bloo was looking forward to bonding with him again. Still, looking at him scared Bloo. After all of these years, he had stayed the same blue blob but Mac was now a grownup. He must have changed in ways that Bloo couldn't begin to understand.

Hopefully they could still be friends.

"Yeah," Mac laughed as he pushed his hair back. "Listen, I'll come back down and see you but the paperwork means that I can have a room here, that I can work legally for the home, that I get paid," he said and Bloo's eyes widened.

"You get paid?" he asked and Mac shrugged before nodding.

"Fosters pays pretty well and there are good benefits so yeah, I get paid," he said and Bloo looked at him excitedly. "Listen, I'm not going to spoil you but I'll purchases some stuff for the house if I'm able to afford it. I'm trying to get a bit of money to cover student debts and launch my career."

"Your career?" Bloo asked suspiciously, "What career? You're going to tell me that you're a race car driver who has been on modelling shoots and has a million dollar contract?" he asked and Mac raised an eyebrow. "No, those types of jobs are only for the coooolest people, like me" he said and Mac shrugged.

"Sure, I mean I would love an expensive car and I wouldn't pass up a million-dollar contract but I don't have those things yet. I have modelled for some magazines though," he told his friend. "I'll come find you as soon as I can."

Bloo sighed before going back to the video game.

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Bloo had gone to the park without telling anyone. He didn't feel that he had to. After so many years of being alive, he felt that Mac would pay him the majority of his attention when he returned but even though both of them were under the same roof, there seemed to be a distance that was suffocating him. Bloo didn't think he had the old Mac back, not without the influence of sugar.

Today a basketball game was being played by the disabled team that Wilt's kid was on. She was the star of her team but had been in a wheelchair since she was five. Now she was eight and although some people might say that was too old for having imaginary friends, Wilt kept her motivated and helped her develop her skills. They had met at just the right time.

Bloo looked up at his tall friend who was being a cheerleader for the team. "I don't get it. I don't get how one kid can change so much," he said and Wilt looked down upon him.

"That's the thing, right, Bloo?" Wilt asked. "Mac isn't a kid anymore. I'm sorry to tell you that he's an adult now. He's going to have matured and he's not going to be like he was all those years ago. I mean, I bet deep down, if you talked to him, he's still the same Mac. Is that okay?" he asked. Over the years, Wilt had cut down on his apologizing somewhat but it was still an innate part of his character.

"No, he's just a booo-oooring grownup," Bloo commented and Wilt shook his head.

"You know at the Fosters reunions, all the friends' creators came to see them. Well, most of them were grownups and Madam Foster, she was most definitely a grownup, I mean, I'm not saying that she was old but she had lived for a long time, is that the same thing?" he asked himself before shaking his head, "Not that it matters but all of us have creators who aren't kids any longer. I know that Jordon and I played a lot as kids. It's good when I see him though. He might not be that much of a kid anymore but a creator and a friend, there's a bond there and he comes and sees my kid too."

Bloo rolled his eyes, he didn't want to listen to this. He wanted the young boy back who he had played with and who he had had those great conversations with about the future. Why did Mac have to grow up? He had been great the way he had been when he was younger. Now he was talking about paperwork and what to do about the house like a really boring grownup.

Maybe there was one weapon that he could use which would bring the old Mac back. He could pull the winning blow out and everyone would know that Mac could be as crazy and fun as he used to be. He was caught off guard when Wilt commented again.

"I think the best thing to do is to give Mac a chance. I mean, Mac would give you a chance right? I'm sure that if you do that, the two of you will be friends again in no time. I'd like to see him too. You'll tell him that won't you?" Wilt asked. "I'm sorry if that's asking too much."

"Sure, sure I'll tell him," Bloo grinned coldly, "maybe a teaspoon of sugar will help the medicine go down."

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As Bloo appeared back at the house, he took a deep breath in as he tried to think of how to handle the 'Mac problem'. He didn't even know if his so-called friend knew that there was a problem but Bloo didn't want some adult who wanted to take charge, he wanted his young friend back. Without the use of a time machine maybe sugar was the best way of doing so.

As he entered the house, he saw Mac sitting on the stairs helping some of the younger friends with their long ponytails which they had got caught together when spinning. These were friends created by two sisters who wanted to play with someone when the other wasn't there, there were four in total and they looked like white teddy bears made out of meringue with pony tails.

"There," he said with a smile as he gently separated the four of them, "Does that feel better?" he asked and the teddy bears all hugged him before starting to float away. Mac turned his attention to Bloo. "Where were you? You had me worried?"

"Really?" Bloo asked, "I wasn't expecting you to worry. I mean, you had to do all of that paperwork, right?" he asked and Mac nodded. "You obviously don't have time to worry."

"I can do multiple things, you know," he chuckled, "Plus, it isn't like you to ju-what am I saying?" he laughed again, "It's exactly the type of thing that you would do to leave the house and not consider the fact that we might really worry about you, that I would worry about you."

"I wouldn't worry if I were you," Bloo commented, "I've been doing just fine without your help," he pouted and Mac blinked. He hadn't been expecting this. He didn't know why Bloo was acting so petty, it wasn't as if he could have kept him for his entire life and he had found Bloo some pretty good homes over the years. He had done all that he could to help his creation.

"Wait," Mac asked confused, "Are you…mad at me for something? I'm sorry if I did anything that upset you. How about you tell me what it is and I can try to set it right?" he asked and Bloo shook his head before pulling out a bag with white granules in it. Mac froze as he looked at it.

"There, that might make you feel a little…less stable," he said and Mac's eyes widened as he gave a haunted look at his friend. Surely Bloo didn't know what it was or had things really gone downhill for the families that he had been with.

"This isn't," Mac started as he picked up the clear bag with white granules in it. He turned it in the light. What was Bloo trying to pin on him? Did imaginary friends now deal with drugs, no his mind was getting ahead of him.

"See, scared, aren't you?" Bloo asked, "surprised. It took me a bit of work to get my hands on that stuff."

Mac opened his mouth to speak before closing it again, his eyes wide as he looked completely freaked out that Bloo had just given him this. There weren't any markings on the bag either.

"See, that is top grade sugar," he said as Mac smiled, his body relaxing and he laughed. "I'm not joking. That is premium sugar from the grocery store. I just grabbed a bag and cut a rip into a bag of sugar so I could collect it," he said and Mac continued to laugh in relief.

"Oh, I have a pill that can help me with sugar now," he said with a smile and Bloo looked at him in disbelief. So, the sugar wasn't going to have the effect that he was looking for? Then why had he taken so many steps in making sure he had it.

End of Chapter Two

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