Foster’s Porn Story: Of Loves Lost and Friends Past Chapter 6

Okay, thank you to everyone who has reviewed this story. You have all given me a lot of encouragement and I hope I can continue to give you a great story. Id like to personally thank the anonymous reviewer who has been there since the beginning. Id like to answer some of your questions. There is a backstory to Terrences visitor, but I wont be telling it for a while. At least he gets a name in this chapter. The trial scene was a lot of fun to write because Ive never done anything of the sort before and it came out pretty well. The part where Sasha the lawyer told Frankie to step down was an accident and I really didnt even realize Id written it till you told me. I meant no disrespect to anyone who is handicapped and I am truly sorry if I offended anyone. When Chris eyes shift to red I had this whole thing pictured and I did it as a reference to my favorite X-Man, Cyclops, so you can sort of picture the way they glow. Well, thats all for now, Ill let you get to the story.

Of Loves Lost & Friends Past

Chapter 6: Thanksgiving

The big dinner was two days away and the house was getting restless. Anyone who lived there knew there was one holiday you never missed Thanksgiving. Frankie had perfected her turkey and her side dishes. Nobody willingly missed her dinner and that made for some hectic times. Especially this year with her injuries limiting her abilities.

Alright guys, heres the deal, the red head said from her wheelchair, I will do my best to cook, but youre gonna have to be my hands. Wilt, you and Coco are on stuffing and soup duty, Eduardo, youre skinning, mashing, and baking the potatoes, Mac, youre on veggie duty, and Chris, youre gonna be helping me with the birds.

The group of friends were lined up like soldiers as Frankie passed out orders. She was nervous about this, but they had done a great job with dinner so far, maybe they could pull this off.

Frankie, what about me? Bloo whined.

You, uh she paused trying to think of something to keep Bloo out of trouble, youll be uh, yeah! Youll be setting the table and giving the entertainment!

Bloos face lit up. He was finally getting another chance to show off his skills for the house.

Thanks Frankie! the blob yelled speeding through the doors in joy.

Mac looked up at Frankie and smiled. The others set about going over the directions on how to make Frankies meals. Her methods were very different, but her results were some of the greatest culinary treats you could imagine. Even Mr. Herriman agreed and if he approved of something, you knew it had to be good.

Frankie, you sure you want my help with the birds? Chris asked, I can just barely cook as it is.

The twenty-two year old squeezed his arm, Youve never had me helping you before.

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Terrence paced back and forth in his ten by ten cell. He hadnt been there for very long, but he was starting to get cabin fever. His newest imaginary friend laid on the top bunk whistling.

Calm down, boy, it said.

The pimple faced boy looked up and pointed his finger angrily, but stopped. He couldnt think of anything to say. This new friend was different from Red, he was dangerous, as had been proven the night they met.

We only have to wait as long as it takes you to gain some street smarts and some muscle, it continued. And while were waiting, why dont you give me a name?

Terrence huffed and sighed before he came up with a name, Red Number 2!

The friend sat up in surprise, Are you out of your friggin mind! Youre naming me after that retarded, fruity block!

The boy bowed his head mumbling. This guy hid himself inside Terrences body and mind and so he knew everything Terrence knew and he made fun of him for it.

How aboutuh Blaze! Terrence yelled in excitement.

Now thats a name, the newly named Blaze complimented him.

The night guard was coming and it was time for Blaze to go into hiding again. Terrence watched wide eyed as Blazes body slowly turned to mist and flowed up through the boys nose.

Good night, Terrence, the friends voice rang through his head.

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Wilt stepped out of the kitchen and wiped his forehead off. He was sweating like crazy after all that practice. He was nervous about this. If he messed up, Frankies reputation would go down the drain, at least thats what he told himself.

Hey Wilt, Mac said sitting at his chair near the head of the table.

He was poking at a slice of chicken hed been eating for about twenty minutes. He looked a lot better than he had the week before. There were almost no signs of his injuries, except for his missing tooth.

Heya Mac, hows it going? the tall friend asked sitting across from the boy.

Mac looked up from his plate, Not to bad, just a little jittery about this whole Thanksgiving thing. I dont wanna mess it up.

Apparently they were all having the same doubts and fears.

No, Coco dont! Chris screamed followed by a loud blast.

The kitchen doors flew open to reveal Chris completely covered in flour with a scowl on his face. Slowly he reached up and pulled off his glasses. His eyes were the only things not covered in flour.

Coco Chris said sputtering flour, when you use flour, you dont super heat it! he yelled chasing the bird, tree, airplane thing around the kitchen while the others laughed hysterically.

Coco made her usual coco clucking sound as she hopped over the island in the center of the kitchen. Chris leaped over the island in front of Coco only to land on a randomly placed egg and fly up into the air, crashing down on the ground.

God, I hate cooking, he stammered as the others continued laughing.

Coco stepped onto his chest and laid an egg before cocoing her way over to the others.

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Terrence smiled with an evil glint in his eyes. Blaze was right, it was more fun to hurt those that could fight back. It came with a rush of adrenaline fighting those who stood a chance. His bones popped as he twisted his wrist and formed a fist.

Didnt I tell you? Blazes voice rang through the boys mind.

The boy walked down the hall back to his cell. In his wake were three unconscious, battered, and bloody teens. Terrence couldnt believe how much fun he had beating them to pulps. They had to be three times his size, but his body seemed to almost move on its own and tear into them.

I cant wait Terrence declared jumping onto his bed dreaming of the future.

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He shot up in bed coated in sweat and breathing heavily. His mind was a flash of images and sounds as he threw open his door and ran to the East wing and barreled through a certain red heads door only to find her sleeping peacefully in her bed. Chris stood there staring at her taking deep breaths and trying to calm down. This was getting old. How much longer were these dreams going to keep on attacking him?

Carefully and quietly Chris closed the door behind him and leaned back against it. How many times had he been here before, following these same actions? Something sat coldly on his clammy bare chest. It was the pendant hed worn for more than ten years. The yin-yang had been given to him by Frankies parents before their untimely death and he never removed it. It meant as much to him as Frankie did, it was his treasure.

The images from the dream poured back into his mind. Her eyes, so cold and still, staring at him, through him. The same dream hed been having ever since that snowy night.

Damn, he said bowing his head and pushing off the door.

He made his way back to his room and closed his door. He lived in the West wing near the library. His room was a cross between a library and an antique shop. There were two full sized book shelves and each one was full. There were suspense novels, crime stories, horror, action, and even graphic novels, or as he liked to call them, big comics. On his shelves were trinkets hed collected through the years. His desk held his computer and printer and above that hung pictures of himself and Frankie along with many others. There were pictures from when the two graduated from high school, pictures of him at his black belt ceremony, and a picture of Wilt, Coco, Eduardo, Madame Foster, and Frankie. But his most treasured picture was the one of him and the Foster family.

It hung in the center of the wall and depicted himself and Frankie kneeling down, while behind them stood a blonde haired woman with a warm smile and a red headed man with freckles. To either side of them stood Madame Foster and Mr. Herriman. He and Frankie were just kids in the picture. This was his favorite picture of them too, seeing how it was the only one to depict three generations of the Foster family together.

Hey guys, Chris said staring at the picture.

He stepped over to his walk in closet and opened the door. Within the closet hung what you would expect to find. Pants and shirts hung from hangers, the only three pairs of shoes Chris owned were on the ground next to his clothes hamper, and his belts hung next to his single red tie.

What am I doing? he asked himself running his hand along his shirts. My bodys exhausted, so why cant I sleep?

His bed was uncomfortable as he rolled around trying to find that sweet spot that might allow him to slip back to sleep. After toiling and tossing for about five minutes he found it. The picture of the Fosters flowed through his mind as it produced another dream for him.

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Frankie was up at 6 A.M. on the dot. She was trying to get back into her old routine, but the fact that both of her legs were still broken made it a bit more difficult than she expected. Still, she had managed to get hopping into her wheelchair down. Quietly, Frankie wheeled her way down the hall to Chris room.

Chris was hanging half in bed half on the floor as she entered his room. It was all she could do to stifle a laugh as he moaned. How he could sleep like that, she had no clue, but it made for quite a laugh.

Chris she said melodically, Oh Chris, time to wake up sleepy head.

His head rolled to the side and he moaned again falling completely out of his bed. He was still asleep, leaving Frankie no other choice but to use the one thing he hated to be woken up by.

Last chance, pal, she said again waiting for him to open his eyes.

He made no moves this time, content to just lay there. Frankie knew what she had to do as she wheeled her way over to his private bathroom and filled his cup with ice cold water.

You know you could have avoided this, she told him pulling up next to him.

Im sleeping, he responded groggily, not even partly awake.

Not anymore, the red head gleefully told him pouring the icy water on his bare back.

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Bloo awoke to a shrill shriek. He had moved into Macs room now that the boy was a resident of the Fosters mansion. At first it seemed like a dream, but when another one echoed down the hall his instincts kicked in. They werent the best and they did manage to land him in more trouble than anything else, but he relied on these instincts none the less.

Mac, wake up, the blob demanded shaking Mac from his peaceful slumber.

The boy rolled over to face Bloo and huffed, Its 6 A.M., you better have a darn good reason for waking me up.

Bloo grabbed the boy by his wrist and literally dragged him out of his bed to the door. Creaking it, the little friend explained what he had heard.

Its just your imagination, go back to sleep, the boy said trying to go back to his warm bed.

At first Bloo would have protested, but he had to admit he was really tired. Maybe it was just his imagination and besides no one else seemed to have heard it. The bed was still warm as he climbed back into it and slipped back into his strange dreams of doors and zany antics.

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Frankie pulled her hand away from Chris mouth to let him breath. He had reacted a little differently than she had expected. If she hadnt stopped him, his yelling would have woken up the entire house.

Youve got a lot of nerve waking me up that way, he said shivering.

Well, I warned you, the woman said smugly.

Oh yeah and I suppose youre fully coherent when you sleep? he snapped walking into his bathroom and wrapping a towel around himself.

Frankie just laughed. It was always a treat trying to wake him up, but she had to get her kicks where she could. She wheeled over to his desk as the sounds of his morning routine began. Taking a shower, brushing his teeth, applying deodorant and then walking out wrapped in a towel. Frankie actually found herself staring as he pulled fresh clothes from his dresser. Gone was the skinny, wiry body hed had in high school. He wasnt buff in the least, but he had muscle and Frankie watched him carefully.

Stop staring, he said pulling a black t-shirt on over his head.

Sorry, she apologized turning away to hide her blushing cheeks. You look good.

Chris walked up to her from behind and started walking her out of his room, Thanks.

What were these feelings and thoughts welling up inside of her? He was her best friend, not to mention imaginary, she couldnt have these types of feelings for him, could she? No, she told herself sternly.

Sometimes I wish we had an elevator in here, he told her lifting Frankie into his arms and carrying her down the stairs.

The feelings overpowered her and she couldnt help but blush furiously as he carried her. His arms were warm and strong and his eyesNo! Stop it, she demanded. No more of this!

He gently set her down in the loveseat near the front door and bounded back up the stairs to get her wheelchair. Another start to a gloriously hectic day he told himself.

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Terrence could feel his body tensing in the early morning. He was changing, starting to shape his body and with time he would prove to be more than most teens could ever make of themselves. Already he was recognized by several of the gangs inside as someone not to mess with. Blaze was having the time of his life watching Terrence tear through anyone who gave him trouble. The boy was downright evil in doling out punishment.

Well give it a few more weeks and then we make our move, Blaze said from within Terrences mind.

Im sure I can keep myself otherwise occupied, Terrence responded indicating some of his new found knowledge.

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Wilt awoke to the sound of his alarm clock which he quickly turned off. Neither Coco nor Eduardo made a peep as the lanky friend stepped out of bed and out of the room. He entered the bathroom where he went through his morning routine before making for the stairs and the kitchen.

Waiting for him as he entered sat Chris and Frankie. They were laughing about something over a cup of coffee as he sat down.

Mornin big guy, Chris said casually passing him a cup of fresh coffee.

Thanks, he replied sipping at it, So, whats on the menu for today?

They were going to the grocery store to get the food. Then theyd start cooking, they would need a lot of time to make enough food for everyone.

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It was mid afternoon as the Fosters bus pulled through the gates and up to the front door. The doors slid open to reveal Wilt with his arm filled with three overflowing bags of groceries. The entire bus was nearly filled as he and Chris ran back and forth emptying it. Frankie had rolled to the back of the bus on the way home and was buried somewhere among the many bags of food.

From upstairs Mac watched, peering through the railings. Slowly a long line of friends built up to pass the bags from the bus to the kitchen and finally to escort Frankie and her assistants to there duties. Mac had never seen the house come together like that before and it reminded him of what a family truly meant. They would always be there for each other, never too busy to help out or play, always ready to lend a hand. And now, he was a part of this family.

Hey Mac, Chris called from the foot of the stairs, Were about to start cooking, come on down.

Smiling, the eight year old boy clamored down the stairs and into the kitchen where various friends were unloading the bags in the designated areas. One section of the stoves was devoted solely to the soups and stuffing. The ovens were for the birds and the baked potatoes. The last section of stoves and ovens was for the mashed potatoes and veggies.

Alright everyone, Frankie said drawing their attentions, thanks for all your help, but now you have to clear out, okay? The kitchen is off limits to everyone, but my chefs until after dinner tomorrow night.

The kitchen emptied out and the group of friends started their preparations for the following night. They would be at it for a while, but at least this would lighten the work load for tomorrow.

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It was 11:30 as the group of friends passed through the kitchen doors into the greeting area of the large house. They were all very tired, sweaty, and sore, not to mention they reeked of sweet smells and scents.

I dont know about the rest of you, but Im gonna sleep like a log, Wilt stated yawning as he climbed the stairs.

Si, Im with you, Eduardo added as he began his ascent with Coco following close behind.

That left Frankie, Chris, and Mac alone as a certain troublemaking blue friend walked up to them singing and spinning.

Bloo, you feeling alright? Mac asked.

He stopped and took a deep breath, I am gonna blow you away tomorrow night! he exclaimed, Ive got dancing, singing, acrobatics, and more in Bloos Thanksgiving Extravaganza! I just hope youre cooking doesnt distract people from the real talent.

Mac slapped his hand on his forehead and shook his head. How a mild mannered, shy, and modest kid like him had managed to imagine this, this whatchamacallit was beyond even the greatest scientific mind.

Good night, guys, Mac said exasperated as he dragged Bloo up the stairs.

Frankie smiled. It was all she could do. If anything, the little blob was amusing and made life at Fosters a little more interesting.

Good night, the pair said in unison.

Frankie looked up into Chris eyes as he watched the eight year old climb the stairs. He had really taken a shine to the boy and watched as if he was a little brother.

You know, I think hes starting to like you, Frankie stated.

Chris watched the boy disappear at the top of the stairs and then turned to her, I just dont want him to think hes all alone. Someone has to watch out for him.

Well I think youd make an excellent big brother, Frankie replied smiling.

Chris had been caught off guard by that last remark. He really cared about Mac, not only because of what the boy had been through recently, but because he was such a sweet kid. It made Chris feel obligated to do whatever it took to keep him safe.

You really think so? he asked wheeling Frankie to the TV room.

The red head laughed, Of course I do, I mean youve always watched out for me like a brother.

Chris just smiled as he lifted Frankie from her wheelchair and set her down on the couch. He had never really thought about it that way, but she was right. He fell back on the couch by her side and flipped on the TV to adult swim just as Family Guy came on.

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The morning came fast and brought with it a flurry of snow. The forecaster said that nearly two feet of white powder had fallen through the night. To those who had to work, this was a pestilence, but to the friends at Fosters it was a blessing. Outside many friends had set out making snowmen, but they made them in their own likenesses. They were as many unique snowmen as there were friends.

Near the forest a familiar big, hairy, purple friend quivered trying to stay hidden behind a large boulder. The sounds of battle had stopped, but he couldnt stop shaking. He peered over the top of his natural base only to be bombarded by a hail of snowballs. In seconds the burly friend was buried in a pile of snow and Coco came clucking by laughing. This was the second time today that she had done that to him.

Coco ca co ca co, she said running off.

Eduardo huffed blowing snow away from his face just as a loud thwap was heard.

Ha, got ya! an arrogant voice yelled through the morning air. Ha ha ha, aahhh!

Eduardo managed to wiggle himself out from under the pile of snow and looked around the edge of his fort to see Bloo sprawled out on the ground in a daze. Coco stood several feet away holding a snowball-zooka in her mouth. The remnants of one of her plastic eggs lay at her feet.

Wilt, who had been watching this all unfold from the safety of the tree tops took his chance and landed just behind Coco, snowball in hand.

Cooo Coco! the bird, plane, tree, friend screeched spinning on her heel and firing a wild shot that sent Wilt crashing to the ground.

A twig snapped behind her so she spun again and fired wildly smacking Eduardo in the face. She continued firing until he was buried again and then clucked away leaving the three friends defeated and dazed.

Sometimes Bloo said woozily, Sometimes I really hate birds.

Wilt and Eduardo quickly agreed as they laid there.

Back in the house Frankie awoke to find herself in bed. Hadnt she fallen asleep on the couch with Chris? Suddenly there came a knock at her door.

Come in, she said hesitantly.

Happy Thanksgiving, Chris said walking in with a bowl of oatmeal and a tray.

Breakfast in bed, huh? Frankie asked pulling herself up to rest against the headrest, Whatd you break?

Chris laughed a little and then set down the tray. There was a steaming hot bowl of oatmeal, an orange, a cup of coffee, toast, and a rose.

Youve been working hard all this time, I thought it was time someone served you for once, he said warmly.

Frankie didnt know what to say. She could only look at him as he spoke. Why was he so good to her?

Chris? she asked, Why are you so good to me?

He stopped and looked at her as she realized she had just said that out loud. Frankie quickly turned away trying to hide from his gaze.

Frankie, he said, softly turning her head to look at him, Im your friend, what more reason do I need to do this?

She rubbed her own hand on the back of his as a single tear rolled down her cheek. Here he was, the man she had created, taking care of her, helping herloving her and she wanted to know why? He sat down next to her as more tears began to roll. She wanted to tell him so badly, but she didnt know how he would react. For that matter she didnt know if her feelings were real or just out of desperation. She wanted him to hold her, to comfort her and, as if by chance, he obliged wrapping his warm arms around her. Frankie let her head rest on his shoulder as she continued to whimper.

Hey, hey its okay, youre alright, he told her, Im here for you.

She wanted to tell him, to tell him about all the bad dates, about things that had been said, about her loneliness, and she wanted to tell him she loved him. She shivered as he held her tighter.

Im sorry, she finally told him as she began to calm down.

His grip never loosened, For what?

I didnt mean to break down like that, she answered keeping her eyes hidden from his own.

Its okay, what am I if not a shoulder to cry on? he asked resting his head on hers. Everything will be alright, just let it all out.

She continued sobbing as she began telling him. She told him about Dillon and how Mac and Bloo had to show her he was wrong for her, about the last three dates she had and how they all wanted one thing. About having such a hard time being alone while all around her people were coming together and falling in love, and about the nights she had to cry herself to sleep because she thought shed be alone forever. Lastly, she told him how having him back in her life meant so much and that she had started feeling strangely about him.

What do you mean feeling strange? he asked in a serious tone.

Frankie lifted her head and stared straight through his glasses and into his green eyes, I think Im falling in love with you.

His breathing quickened and his cheeks turned a dull red. She didnt know if she should have told him, but it was now or never, she told herself.

Chris? she asked hesitantly.

I dontdont really know how to respond to that, he answered bowing his head, Ive always sort ofyou know, felt the same way about you, but I just, I didnt think that you would

He didnt finish. Frankie didnt care if it was right, she had to tell him in the one way she coulda kiss. Her tender lips pressed up against his as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. He hesitantly returned it as his arms grew tighter around her.

They finally parted and sat there staring at each other intently until Chris finally said something.

Well, that was interesting.

Frankie punched him in the arm, Thats all you have to say? Well that was interesting?

Chris smiled as he pulled her close. He didnt need words for her to know what he was thinking.

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Unaware of the blissful events occurring upstairs Mac began setting up the stage for Bloos big bonanza. He hummed a soft tune as he placed plate after plate down one side and up the other. As he passed by one of the windows he saw Coco terrorizing the others with her snowball-zooka and laughed. It was high time she showed everyone what she could do. In the back of his mind he remembered something he had told himself in a dream last night.

This is a flashback of a dream>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

He had been floating among pictures and events from Frankies past, seeing her with Chris for all those years, allowing Mac to see how much they cared about each other. It was a sort of tunnel of memories that he never experienced, but somehow knew and at the end he came face to face with none other than himself.

Hey there, the Alternate Mac said.

Breathing heavily Mac responded, Uh, hi?

Youve seen the way they are when theyre together, right? Alternate Mac asked spinning his back to Mac.

The confused eight year old nodded. He knew, deep down in his heart, that Frankie and Chris were on a whole other level than he was. They had been together forever.

But at the same time, you know they both care about you, Alternate Mac stated floating up to Mac and placing a hand on his shoulder, Youre practically a little brother to them and without you their lives would be incomplete.

Mac was even more confused. How could he complete their lives? He was just a kid.

Without you, they wouldnt remember their own childhoods. You bring an innocence to them that they lost years ago. You are their voice of reason and without you, they would quickly fall into chaos, Alternate Mac continued, But you need them as much as they need you. Frankie keeps you honest with the love you have in your heart for her and Chris is a great teacher if you listen. They need you and you need them, but you cannot be what they are to each other. Do you understand?

Mac let this new information sink in. This other version of him was right. They did need him as much as he needed them. And so what if Frankie didnt love him the way he thought he loved her, he was like a brother to her, and that was good enough, right?

I understand

End Dream Sequence>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

They belong together, he said softly smiling. And who knows, maybe Ill meet that right girl Frankie was talking about. Yeah, someday

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At 7 P.M. on the dot Bloos Thanksgiving Extravaganza began. He started with singing the theme song to his favorite sports event and dancing. Many of the houses friends had sat down as the rest looked for seats. Apparently Bloo was going to have guests, special acts, even a talent show. Hard to believe he could do it all.

In the kitchen Wilt and Coco were putting the finishing touches on the stuffing as Mac carried bowl after bowl of vegetables out to the table. Eduardo was peeling and mashing the last of the potatoes when the oven bell rang telling him the baked potatoes were done. Everything was going according to plan. Even the birds were on track.

Frankie wheeled her way past the fourth oven, peering within by way of the little window and smiled. It would only be another ten minutes before they were ready. Sitting on one of the nearby countertops was Chris. He watched her every move thinking back on how they had spent their afternoon. It brought a warm yet devilish smile to his face. He had finally told her how he had felt. The feelings hed kept bottled up since high school and he finally got to tell her. And even better she felt the same way about him. He had a lot to give thanks for this year, he told himself hopping off the counter and checking the first of the turkeys.

Ah, he said taking in the scent of a perfectly baked bird, now thats turkey.

A wooden spoon came crashing down on his hand as he was about to tear off a piece.

What did I tell you? Frankie said looming over him brandishing the wooden weapon.

Chris stood up exasperated and sweating, Uh, dont touch?

Her eyes narrowed as she repeated, Dont touch.

Sorry, I just couldnt resist, it looked soooooooo good, Chris pleaded.

I know it looks good, and it tastes even better, but we have our own bird, so just wait until everyone else has been served then you and me and the gang can have ours, got it? she asked rapping the wooded spoon in her open hand.

Yes maam, he said in a pathetic tone.

Did you just call me maam!

Out in the dining hall Bloos fifth act was about to come on. He had really floored him with his own set of impressions of residents within the home. This was all turning out just perfect.

Now if Frankie will just serve the bird already he thought.

The fifth act was Armpit Joe re-enacting his talent show winning performance and brought a smile to many peoples faces. As the friend went into his overture Frankie emerged from the kitchen with a large covered platter sitting on her lap. Following closely behind were Mac and Eduardo and behind them were Wilt and Chris, each carrying an additional platter. The five of them moved in a v-shape placing the birds around the table before disappearing back into the kitchen and emerging once again in the same fashion. They did this two more time until there was a total of twenty birds spread between the three hundred odd friends. Up on stage Bloo welcomed Madame Foster who walked up to the mike and lowered it.

Hello everyone, the little old lady said.

The room was filled with claps and greetings from the gathered friends.

Thank you all for the warm welcome. Now then, many of you have spent a Thanksgiving or two here with us, but for those of you who havent, Thanksgiving here at Fosters is a very special time. It is a time when all differences are set aside to give way to brotherhood and sisterhood and eat some really good food!

Once again the hall filled with cheers and praise. She had really hit the nail on the head with her speech.

But in all seriousness, we celebrate Thanksgiving here in the hopes that it will bring together all the wayward souls who have made their way here through the course of the year and show them that they are family and that they have a place. You are all very special to me because of who you are. You are my family just as you are a family unto each other, the room was silent as she said this, Though you may come in all different shapes and sizes, colors and genders, you are all equal here. And before I get to grace, let me say this one last thinghere, always and forever you are family, the audience clapped and some shed a tear at the beautiful words, Okay then, rub-a-dub-dub thanks for the grub, yay God! Now eat up!

The friends laughed and began gorging themselves on the various dishes set through out the table. Back on stage, Bloos show continued. Madame Foster greeted several friends between bites as she made her way to the head of the table. Mr. Herriman held her chair out for her as she leapt into it. The gentlemanly rabbit then took his own seat at her left. Chris rolled Frankie up to Madame Fosters right and then quickly took a seat beside her. Mac, Wilt, Eduardo, and Coco took their seats near the head of the table as they often did. These friends and humans were often referred to as the inner circle, and it was well known that they were the closest of all the residents within the house.

Frankie, my dear, youve out done yourself this year, Madame Foster said finishing a slice of turkey.

Frankie looked to her compatriots and smiled, Well I couldnt have asked for better helpers.

The group began to eat letting all their troubles disappear for the time being. It was a time for togetherness and family. It was a time for good friends and good eats. And lastly it was a time for love. They continued to eat while outside new snowfall began planning new adventures for the friends.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone.

To be continued

God! Okay, this is by far the longest chapter I have ever written and I cant believe it took me so long to write it, but now its done. There was a lot in it, including the naming of Terrences friend and the news that he was nearly ready. Ready for what? I wont know till I write it and you know that means you shouldnt ask. Anyway, Ive got a backstory planned for Blaze and I have more romance on the way. I hope you like the way I made things between Frankie and Chris, because personally I think theyve earned a bit of happiness. Macs life is about to get more complicated too as I introduce a new girl named Felicia. What will Bloo do? Well, if he stays true to character hell cause trouble and come between them, but that waits to be seen. Anyway, I know its early for Thanksgiving, its not even Halloween here yet, but oh well. Hope you liked it and want more. Until next time, later.