The Never Ending Weekend

Hello! So, first off, I'd like to thank you for reading my very first Foster's fanfiction. I love anything done by Craig McCracken, so I figured it was only natural that I did this. n_n I spent a lot of time working on it so I hope you'll enjoy. But just to be clear: THIS DOES HAVE LIGHT SHOUNEN AI, or boyxboy, or whatever you would like to call it. (I do really weird pairings; it's kind of my thing. See my Powerpuff Girl fanfics.) If you don't like it, then I strongly suggest you don't read it. I gave you fair warning. Kind persons who read this, I appreciate you reading and I am always looking forward to reviews. Thank you very much. Now on with the story. I DO NOT OWN FOSTER'S HOME FOR IMAGINARY FRIENDS.

Chapter One

The blue blob leaned against the windowsill, staring out at the world with a bored expression on his face. People on the street passed by, and the wind gently blew, beckoning him to come outside into the renewed, spring-fresh world.

But Bloo wasn't interested in any of that. He was waiting for the days till Mac would return home from college on spring break, and it was driving him crazy. In fact, he had gotten so worked up about it that Frankie had confined him to his room for the rest of the day. Earlier on, he had been bouncing around, shouting, "Twelve days! Twelve days left till Mac comes home! !" And when Bloo proceeded to bounce off the walls and broke a couple of clocks and vases, the fellow friends of Foster's had decided that they were pretty annoyed, and locked him up in his room.

Bloo couldn't help it though. It made him agitated. It made him nervous. This was Mac's first year of college. They had come to the agreement that when Mac was home, he would come here every day, and during the summers, be offered a job so that he could work and be with the friends of Foster's. Mac had gotten a girlfriend, a nice girl named Jenny—who Bloo thought was nothing special. She was a blond streaked brunette that put her hair up in some greasy ponytail and wore stupid wire rimmed glasses and was working on her bachelor's in some biotechnical medical degree…whatever. He just hoped that Mac didn't choose Jenny over him.

"I wouldn't do that, Bloo," Mac had said when he had talked to him on the phone last night. "Penny gets it, okay? I mean, she says she really wants me to go to her house for spring break, but…"

"I get it if you want to hang out with your girlfriend," Bloo told him in a totally unconvincing voice. "I mean, she's your first girlfriend since Goo…"

"Yeah, but you're my best friend. So whatever. Plus my mom probably wants me to come back. It's no big deal Bloo. I'll be back in like two weeks and we'll hang out. Okay?"

He had mumbled a reply over the phone and then they had hung up, but Bloo still felt like he was holding Mac back a little. He missed Mac, but he wanted Mac to, well, have a life.

"UGH!" Bloo let out a frustrated scream and threw up his fingerless hands into the air. "This is taking waytoo long! I mean, come on, twelve days is practically two years! In fact, it's more like three years since I haven't seen him since September!"

Bloo smacked his head into the wall, and then proceeded to pace around the room. He had thought he could last this long. He had lasted five months or so! But it was just killing him…

The loneliness from missing Mac was killing him.

Bloo stopped in his tracks, an idea suddenly formulating in his conniving head. He looked around the room, towards the other friends' beds—Wilt, Eduardo and Coco's, and his eyes widened. He quickly searched the room at lightning speed, removing and finding every bit of money that he could, and shoving it into a cloth bag that he had found in the wardrobe. Bloo then headed over to the bed and stripped them of sheets, and tied the sheets together to make a rope.

"So it doeswork like it does in the movies!" he cried out. "Huh. That's pretty awesome."

He tied the rope around the sill, and then scoured the area outside. No friends were present. He threw the rope out the window and then quickly shimmied down as fast as he could. As he raced across the green lawn, containing the wild screams of joy that he wanted to release, he could only think of seeing his best pal, Mac.

Mac threw open the windows of his dorm to let the light finally start trickling in. He felt like it had been days since he had seen the sun. He had been busy rushing through schoolwork, writing up papers, and studying for the upcoming finals that he hadn't been outside except to go to his classes.

Maybe that was why Jenny had broken up with him. She had done it just a day ago, when she had once again tried to convince Mac to go with her to her parents' house. Mac had adamantly refused, and told her that there wasn't any way that he wasn't going to see his best friend. Jenny then had started bitching about Mac's priorities, and after seeing that she wasn't at the top of the list, she dumped his ass.

And left him kind of crushed.

Mac stood up, stretched and pulled away from the clunky wooden desk that was pushed up against the wall adjacent to the window. He felt incredibly tired, and figured that he would take a break and go out for coffee. The only thing that he had left to do for homework (miraculously) was another paper for a literature class, which was one of his easiest and favorite classes, so it wouldn't take him too long. It was the studying that now he had to work on. All of his classes weren't too bad, and Mac was enjoying them. He was studying to become a social worker, and hoped to specialize in imaginary friend related cases.

Mac shuffled over to the mirror and surveyed himself. He was a short guy—he always had been, and so were many members of his family. He was around 160 centimeters tall, maybe a little less, and was thin and kind of frail looking. He wore casual, relaxed clothes: today, it was a pair of tan slacks matched with a red t shirt. His brown hair, which had practically remained the same since he was eight, was unkempt from not leaving his desks for days.

Mac ran a hand over his hair and yawned, trying to focus on something other than schoolwork and his breakup. He felt really stressed, and kind of alone. Usually, his roommate—this black dude named Wesley—would bring in his people and they would hang out in the kitchenette area and sometimes associate with Mac. But Mac was kind of a loner, and felt awkward around most people, and on top of that, he had been friends with the people in Jenny's circle. Now that he had broken up with Jenny, it could be generally accepted that he wasn't welcome anymore.

"Hey loser," Wesley said, coming into their room, the chains on his stressed jeans jingling when entered. "You're finally taking a break?"

Wesley stopped and his nose wrinkled in distaste. "Man. It smells like people stink in here."

He reached over and grabbed some sort of incense candle that Mac knew he got from this dreadlocked girl, and then lit it.

"You should go walk around or something. Get your mail. Take a shower."

Mac rolled his eyes. "I'll keep that in mind."

Mac headed out of the room and then left the dorm, and headed down the hallway, down the steps and into the lobby on the first floor. The campus that Mac lived on was small, close to the ocean on the west coast of the United States. It suited him, even though it was far away from home.

People were lounging on some of the musky couches that surrounded the glass paneled fireplace in the center of the room. The people at the front desk were chatting through their boring shift, while other people headed down another hallway and got their mail.

Mac felt self conscious suddenly, seeing these people with their friends, and his mind floated back to his times at Foster's. The seasons that had passed, all those stolen days and fun memories left a hollow feeling in his stomach. This was the longest he had ever been away from Bloo. Phone calls weren't enough, and even chatting via web cam (which was rare, considering how many friends used the sole computer console each day) were not either.

Mac was drawn out of his thoughts when he heard the noise of whispering and excited students. A few were flocking by the windows, turning to look outside onto the street. Mac raised his head, and glanced out, and he caught a flash of blue in the corner of his eye. His eyes widened and he headed over to the window at a brisk walk, and stopped, jaw slacked. The blue figure turned to face him, and then waved excitedly.

"Mac! Mac, hey!"

Mac felt like face palming himself and rushing out to him at the same time.

Bloo had come for him.