Foster’s Porn Story: Of Loves Lost and Friends Past Chapter 7
Okay, been a while hasnt it? This is the first chapter of the second part of the story. This part focuses mainly on Christmas, the budding relationship between Frankie and Chris, and the tragedy of Wilts past. You will also bare witness to a very special Christmas present for Mac. I am really, really, really crappy with gift ideas, so if anyone has some and theyd like to share, please leave them in the reviews. Thank you to everyone whos been here since the beginning and if youre just joining us now, I hope you enjoy!
Of Loves Lost & Friends Past
Chapter 7: Decorations and Lessons in Chaos
One after another, big brown cardboard boxes fell from the attic into the waiting arms of the friends below. Each one contained different decorations and after the pick up, the friends would report to Mr. Herriman, who had a clip board with orders for each box.
East Wing, third hallway, on the left, he said as Bloo walked by with a box of lights.
The blobby friend was soon followed after by Eduardo and Coco. Behind them, with a box of fake snow and snow in a can was Frankie. Her legs were no longer wrapped in plaster, however, she was still confined to her wheelchair. Her doctor said it would only be another two weeks or less until she was walking around again. This was the hardest part, the physical therapy and re-growing the muscle she had lost from being in the chair. As she turned a corner she found Chris and Mac starting to add limbs to the fake Christmas tree and smiled.
The eight year old boy was covered in tinsel. Apparently Chris had dumped a bag on his head after Mac had nailed him with a snowball.
Thatll teach you, shorty, Chris quipped sliding another limb into place.
Mac huffed pulling another from the box and spreading out the branches on it, I will get you for this.
If you think you can take me the imaginary friend said slyly.
Frankie wheeled up behind them, Now, now, boys, thats no way to act. If you really wanna solve your differences, you do it like men, with a snow war.
The three laughed. They had become closer than ever.
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Madame Foster sat in her warm, cushioned chair watching the residents of her home go about with various tasks. It truly filled her heart with warmth to see so many of them working together to decorate the house. To one side were Handy and Jelly Bear hanging up lights over the mantle of the fireplace while on the other side sat Cheese and Louise making popcorn strings for the biggest tree in the house. The only problem was Cheese kept eating the popcorn string and all. But that didnt matter to Louise, she was happy with him.
Everywhere Madame Foster looked she saw the meaning of togetherness and Christmas Spirit. Everywhere that is, but the front door where a familiar tall, red friend stood watching the snow fall outside. He wore a black beanie on his head and had a blue scarf draped around his neck. The air around him was filled with sorrow, grief, and anger and many people shied away from this usually exuberant friend.
It broke the old womans heart seeing him that way, but he had a reason and a right, whether she wanted to admit it or not. Maria was a very special girl and she was taken away in a flash for no reason. Another victim of a drunk driver. And it didnt help that her accident had happened a week before Christmas.
Wilt, dear you cant keep this bottled up forever Madame Foster said bowing her head.
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Terrence watched with delight as the guards tried desperately to stabilize Emil. The teens throat had been torn out and he was losing dangerous amounts of blood. He knew there was no way to save him, thats why Terrence had gone for the throat.
Get psycho he said with glee as he was dragged back to his cell in cuffs.
The guards slammed the door shut and yelled something incoherent to him before storming down the hall.
Youve got this down, lad, Blaze said appearing behind the teen and ripping the cuffs off. I think its about time we take our leave, what about you?
Show me what you got Terrence answered grinning evilly.
The air around Blaze began to heat faster than Terrence expected and then suddenly burst into flames. The red haired imaginary friends head leaned to the right and the flame followed suit until it shot through the lock on the cell and blew the thirty pound cell door off its hinges with a loud crash.
Oh bellboy? Blaze asked sarcastically, Were leaving!
The guards watched in horror as Blazes hands swirled with flames. It would be the last thing any of them would ever see.
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Hey Wilt, Chris said casually as he stepped up beside the tall friend, You know, we could really use a hand from someone with your special, uh, attributes right about now.
Wilt didnt say a word. His gaze never left the window.
Wilt? Chris asked tapping Wilts hand.
The lanky friend opened the door and walked out slamming it in Chris face. The bespectacled friend watched Wilt walk into the night and disappear in the snow.
Come on man, youve gotta work through this, Chris thought as he turned back to the stairs, watching the door over his shoulder.
Upstairs Frankie, Mac, Bloo, and Eduardo were putting the ornaments on the tree and swapping Christmas stories. When Chris walked back in alone, they immediately stopped talking. Chris bowed his head and looked away.
Wheres Wilt? Mac asked innocently.
Frankie cleared her throat and then put a hand on Macs shoulder, He doesnt exactly do Christmas very well, Mac.
I thought he was doing better, Chris blurted out raising his hands in frustration, I mean last year he wasnt even depressed, so why
Nobody spoke until Bloo finally asked the question the older friends were dreading.
Whats his deal? I mean come on, its Christmas, eat, drink, be merry, get lots of presents, what doesnt he get? the tiny friend asked.
Ser Bloo, you do not know why he is angry, but it is a good reason, Eduardo stated.
Frankie looked to Chris in desperation, Dont look at me, Red, I explained it last time.
The red head shook her head and then began, About six years ago, on a night a lot like tonight, there was a really happy family. It was the week before Christmas and a little girl named Maria was out with her parents and her best friend. They were driving around looking at all the lights when it happened. A guy driving a semi slammed into them from the side crumpling the car and sending it flying through the air. Wilt and Maria were thrown from it and landed on the street. Her parents werent so lucky. They died almost on impact.
Mac and Bloo were speechless. They had no idea this had happened. Frankie could read their faces like an open book, but she knew she couldnt end there. She had to tell the rest of the tale, they deserved to know.
Frankie gulped and then continued, Wilt was trapped under the semis trailer and Marias jacket had gotten sucked up into the axle trapping her as well. By the time the paramedics got there she had fallen into a coma and WiltWilt had lost his arm trying to get to her.
You mean he tore his own arm off to get to? Mac asked stunned and horrified.
Frankie nodded before she continued, her voice cracking. It was at that point Chris interrupted.
Wilt and Maria were taken to the hospital where they both fought to live, but Maria didnt come out of it. She died on Christmas Eve just as Wilt woke up. I dont think he ever forgave himself for what happened. It wasnt his fault, the guy who hit them was drunk andand Chris stopped to cringe as his eyes flared red, Wilt lost his entire family, not to mention his arm and eye, that night because some idiot thought he could drive.
The whole room was silent. No one could speak, but they were all thinking the same thing. Finally Chris spoke up and finished the story.
Since then, he starts to act like this every Christmas. We do the best we can to console him, butits never enough. Last year was the first year that he didnt let it bring him down. He was sad and he was emotional, but he wasnt distant like he is right now.
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Wilt walked down the street lost within his own thoughts. Maria was so sweet, why did she have to die? She had her whole life ahead of her.
Wilt? Chriss voice rang through Wilts mind.
I should have done something more. I could have been faster, I should have been! Wilt answered.
Woulda, shoulda, coulda, that doesnt matter anymore, all that matters is what did happen, Chris told him, You did everything you could for that little girl and there was nothing more you could have done. For Gods sake you lost your arm, your eye, you almost died! How would that have helped her?
Wilt stopped and looked up. The rattle of his fake eye always seemed a reminder of his failure, but Chris told him it was a reminder of his strength and love. The stitches in his arm were a sign that he had fought to protect his child, his friend. They werent reminders of failure, but strength and he had to accept that he had done everything in his power.
It wasnt enough to save her, Chris said bluntly, but you gave her the time of her life. You were there for her when she needed you and you were there at her side in the end. What more could she ask for? And lets not forget all the other people whose lives youve touched just because you were there for them. Youve done more for more people than any friend could ever hope to achieve. You did your best and that is all that matters.
The tall friend watched the snow fall as he remembered what it was that Chris had told him all those years ago. The pain of losing Maria and her parents still hung heavy on his shoulders, but the bespectacled friend was right. Wilt had done everything he could and now the best thing he could do was just honor her memory.
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The outer wall of the detention center crumbled and fell. Blazes power was absolutely incredible, Terrence thought as Blaze began to whirl his arms in the air forming a wind tunnel that lifted the two of them into the air. Behind them stood the remains of what had once been a three story boys prison. All in all, Blaze had torn into thirteen guards and several prisoners, all to the enjoyment of Terrence. They made quite a pair.
Where to now? Blaze asked.
Terrence thought for a minute before answering, Home
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They had put the last of the ornaments on their tree when Mac walked up to Chris with the star. The man accepted it, but stopped, looking up at the tree. This was Wilts job. He was the only one tall enough to put the star on top without a ladder and he had done so every year for five years. Frankie watched her boyfriend lost in thought and managed a smile. Finally, the man stepped toward the ladder and began his climb to the top.
At the top rung, Chris looked down at the others and then back at the metal star in his hands. This didnt feel right.
Looks good guys, came a familiar voice.
They all spun in surprise to see Wilt standing in the doorway covered in snow. He wore a face full of sorrow, but his eye betrayed the hope that they would forgive his attitude.
Chris leapt off the ladder and put the star in Wilts hand with a smile.
Youve got a job to do buddy, he said stepping out of Wilts way.
The lanky friend stepped toward the tree and looked upon the others. He was filled with warmth to see them smiling as he reached up and placed the star on top of the tree. Stepping back, he was amazed as the tree came to life with lights and sounds from the various ornaments. A warm hand placed on his back was accompanied by a hug around his ankle. Looking down he saw that Eduardo and Coco had latched onto him in an effort to comfort him.
You gonna be okay? Eduardo asked as Wilt pulled off his hat and kneeled down to look at the ornaments.
The tall friend, now half his size, smiled and responded, Yeah, I think Im gonna be fine.
The group of friends stared in awe at their tree. In the hundred other bedrooms, the other residents of Fosters were assembling and decorating their own trees as they did every December. But this tree was different, this was their tree, Wilt, Eduardo, Coco, Frankie, and Chris, and now it was Bloo and Macs as well. They were a family within the larger Fosters family.
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Outside Fosters, Terrence and Blaze stood at the gates looking through and watching all the activity. While it would have filled anyone elses heart with love and warmth, Terrence felt sick. He had never thought much of family, especially his own, but this was just sick and wrong. Watching thesethese freaks pretend to be a family made him want to vomit.
Blaze stood beside him in silence. His hands burnt with fury, but he chose to do nothing. He would bide his time as he had down for so many years. He had been created from Terrences anger, hatred, and fears, but it had taken many years to form such a being. Waiting until just the right time to strike would be easier than that. Blazes attention was drawn to a room on the fourth floor of the Victorian house, where a familiar bespectacled friend stood holding a cup and staring out over the lawn. He looked happy and quite content with himself. Blazes cheeks were pulled into a smile when he thought about how much fun he would have destroying that freak.
Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas indeed, he said laughing as he and his creator began to walk away.
Blazes eyes flared with red fire as they turned the corner.
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Chris stared out of his window and sipped his cup of coffee. Had he really seen someone there or was his mind just playing tricks on him, as it usually did? It didnt matter, there were more important things to be concerned with, he thought turning to watch Frankie. God, she was so beautiful. Just the sight of her made his knees quake and the sound of her voice was the sweetest thing hed ever heard, even if she did yell a lot. He was utterly and unequivocally in love with her. The same way he had been back in high school.
Frankie looked up from her book to see him watching her and smiled. He returned her smile and walked over to the bed, sitting down at her side. How had they not gotten together after all their years together? It seemed that they were made for each other, both literally and figuratively.
The pair sat in her bed looking deeply into each others eyes and remembering easier times back when they were kids. About the trouble they used to cause and the adventures they had. Frankie could still see innocence in Chris eyes when she looked deeper and it made her regret some of the things she had done over the years. But even with everything that she had done, everything they had been through together, and everything they had done to each other, they were still perfect for each other.
With that, Frankie placed her hands on Chris face, pushed his glasses up, and leaned in to kiss him. She loved him and that was all that mattered now.
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On the other side of the hallway, Madame Foster once again sat in her cushiony chair and thought. She had been around for a great many Christmases, but this one was going to different. Not simply because she said it would be, but because it was going to be different. The house had a new permanent resident and his first Christmas with them was going to be one he would remember for the rest of his life.
Madame Foster pulled out her personal phone list and dialed the number for one Sasha Gorden. The little old lady had the perfect gift for the young boy, one that would show him that he was truly family and that he would always be welcome in their lives.
Hello, Ms. Gorden, this is Madame Foster, the elder Foster said into the receiver, I was wondering if you could help me draw up some adoption papers?
To be continued
Here we go, Part 2 Chapter 1. It was pretty slow, but oh well, I need to set up for whats coming. I hope you all enjoyed it and if you have any suggestions for Christmas presents, decorations, parties, etc. please tell me. I also want to tell you all I am not leaving out Chanukah or Kwanza, I just dont know anything about them, so in order to keep the story simple I will go with the holiday I know. Sorry if this bothers anyone, but I cant help it. So now thats taken care of, hope you all like it. Later.