I do not own Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends, unfortunately. I only own this plot and Mac's Aunt. Be kind as it is my first fanfic.

Mac POV

When Mac woke up, he knew exactly what was happening today. Exactly what he had planned to do.

He had been having these feelings for over 5 years, since he was 8. Who he was having these feelings for, his one and only best friend forever: Bloo.

What he was going to do, well, you'll find out.

As he left school at 2:30 (Is that right?) taking the bus to Fosters, he was STILL thinking about what he had to do. What he was GOING to do in a matter of minutes. He stepped lightly off the bus, after thanking the driver, and walked up to the massive oak door that belonged to Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends. No sooner had he opened it, a small blue blob knocked him down and started asking where he had been and that he had "almost DIED of starvation and boredom", and Mac could not contain a smile almost as big as his face. How he'd missed Bloo.

"SOOO. You said you had something to tell me, Mac Daddy." Bloo climbed off him and helped him up. Oh yeah, Mac thought, how could I forget?

"We'd better go up to your room…" Mac trudged along slowly while Bloo ran up impatiently. As they sat down on Bloo's bed, Mac began to speak.

"Bloo, do you know what love is?" Well, you've gotta start somewhere, thought Mac.

"Well, duh. It's where someone feels more than friendship. Liiiike, romantically, or physical attraction…" At this point, Bloo looked at Mac, and started to blush profusely.

"Well, uh, I-I-I've been feeling, er, those f-f-feelings, lately." Mac stuttered, those words sounding a lot more confident in his head that morning.

"Oooooooh, who is it? Do I know her? Should I set you up?" Bloo looked excited, but something in his eyes gave away a different emotion – betrayal? Sadness? Whatever it was, the stuttering teenager could not place it.

" Well, you do know them…Quite well. And so do I," Mac locked eyes with Bloo, and 10 years of friendship connected, and suddenly Mac had all the courage he needed, "Blooregard Q. Kazoo, that person, the person I will love till the world stops in it's tracks, that person who played with me for 10 years, that person who helped me up when I fell down; that person is…you." And with that, Mac pressed his pink lips to Bloo's blue ones. This is what I've wanted, his soft, tender lips on mine, moving with mine… thought Mac, but what if he breaks off? I've gotta get out! Mac raced out of the room, leaving his notebook behind. His notebook with all of his drawings of him and Bloo together, as friends, as team mates, and as a couple… A feeling of dread washed over him. Well that just made the cherry on top of the cake.

Bloo POV

Bloo just sat there for a few minutes, in a daze. What just happened? He thought. He suddenly felt very tired and let his head drop to the bed, but instead of hitting soft duvet, it hit something hard. He reached to pick it up and upon investigation, realized it was Mac's notebook. He flipped through the pages, catching rather good drawings of the two friends, playing baseball, creating trouble, making faces, kissing, ma…KISSING!?

Mac POV

Man, I'm so screwed up, he thought. When he got home, he opened the door to find a note saying:

Mac, sweetie, me and Terrance have gone to see Aunt Patty for two weeks, so no wild parties! Lots of love, Mom. Xxx

After all these years and she still calls him sweetie.

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Did it suck?? I know it's short, but it only the beginning.