Foster’s Porn Story: Irritation Legato Chapter 1

Authors
notes:

Random drabble
alert.

Dont scream.

Disclaimer: I do not
own Fosters. That honor goes to Craig.

Mac stumbled into the
apartment. It didnt matter how many times he reminded her, because
his mother would never fix the threshold. Therefore, he was destined
to trip over it forever more.

Kicking off his shoes,
he braced himself for a truckload of homework. He probably shouldnt
have spent so much time at Fosters, but it was pizza night, and
that was better than whatever Macs mother left in the fridge for
him to eat.

Sure enough, there on
the table was a note telling Terrence to warm up the two tuna melts
in the fridge, one for Mac, and one for him. Opening the
refrigerator, Mac, saw that both of the sandwiches were gone. Not
surprising in the least.

Speaking of Terrence,
where was he? A Thursday night didnt hold anything in store for
him. Walking to his room to finally start his homework, Mac saw his
brothers backpack on the couch, covered in graffiti from a
white-out pen.

Neatly placing his own
backpack by his desk, Mac listened closely for a moment. To his
surprise, he heard a faint, high-pitched sound that sounded like a
songbird that was dying, laying eggs, and constipated at the same
time.

What was that
sound? It could potentially be that heavy metal music Terrence so
often played, blasting it as loud as he could until the walls were
shaking or someone told him to turn it down. But it couldnt be,
for Terrence never would turn down his music. He simply just wasnt
considerate enough for that.

Curious, Mac knocked on
the door.

What?
Terrence squeaked at him.

Now Mac knew that
something definitely was up.

Opening the door, he
saw his older brother swiftly shove something under his bed.

What are you doing?
Mac inquired.

Uh nothing,
his brother replied, his voice still a little edgy.

Mac stared at him, and
then went under the bed to find whatever it was that Terrence was
trying to hide.

Wait! You cant
see it! Terrence protested. Its, uh, none of your business!

It was long and silver,
with many buttons and keys, and a hole on the top.

Emerging from under the
bed, Mac held the object in his hands, dumbstruck.

A flute?
he asked, shocked.

Terrence shifted around
uneasily. Uh huh.

Staring at the object
instrument as if it would bite him, Mac fiddled with the smooth metal
cautiously.

Hey! Terrence
suddenly hollered, snatching it away from him. Its the schools
property, and if you mess it up, youre going to get a wedgie that
will wake the entire apartment compound up from your screaming.

Mac stifled a chuckle.
Its complex, Terrence. Apartment complex.

Whatever. But
anyway, you cant touch it.

The younger of the two
crossed his arms over his chest. But why do you have it? Youre
not in band, and He stopped when he saw Terrence nod. You
are? But why would you choose to play the flute? I mean, theres
nothing wrong with a guy playing the flute, but, yknow, it just
doesnt seem like the instrument you of all people would
pick!

Irritated, Terrence
narrowed his eyes. I didnt! But the guidance counselor told me
that I have to get an extracorinular activity, or else they wouldnt
let me go to the high school.

Extracurricular.”

Yeah, yeah. But band
only meets once a week, so I picked that. But then they told me that
the only instrument left was flute, so it was either quit band or
join the chorus.

Mac snorted. Chorus?

Get out of here,
Terrence commanded through gritted teeth.

Fine, Mac
answered, turning for the door, I have homework anyway. But do you
think you could warn me next time youre going to practice? I mean,
its torture having to listen to-

GET OUT! Terrence
yelled, and Mac had to duck at the pillow being thrown at him.

Retreating to the
safety of his room, he got out his math homework. Hearing Terrence
struggle to get out a high F, he cringed.

I think I would have
liked it better if he had decided to join the chorus.

Authors notes: A
random drabble I decided to write after getting home from the
football game last night (I play flute in the band). Its stupid,
but hey, who says that guys cant play the flute?