Foster’s Porn Story: Of Loves Lost and Friends Past Chapter 11

Here it is, the last chapter before the big day. Now, last time, Chris and Wilt made a lot of progress. Wilt still has his doubts about himself, Chris will probably never forgive himself for killing Blaze, and nothing that I write or anyone says will ever change that. So, Ive been writing from a depressed and angry point of view for those chapters, but now that theyve sort of gotten over their issues, Ill be writing more in a happy style. Yay, happy! Okay so, here it is hope you enjoy it, and please, for the love of God, tell me what you think, please please please! Thank you!

Of Loves Lost & Friends Past

Chapter 11: The Belief of a Child

It was December 19th and all through the house, creatures were stirring and making quite a bit of fuss. It was a typical Fosters Christmas. Right down to everyone running screaming when Eduardo entered a room. For some strange reason the Spanish speaking friend would tie a piece of mistletoe to his horns each year and run around calling himself a kissy monster. If that wasnt bad enough, there were several fake Santas running around the house.

Every year its the same thing, Frankie explained to Mac, leading the jolly old fat men to Mr. Herrimans office. Kids get so excited about Christmas they accidentally imagine up a couple of Santas. Oh well.

Mac was stunned. It seemed like every room he walked into had its own Santa Claus and he felt ill from it. He had always been a firm believer in Jolly Old Saint Nick, but now his beliefs were feeling more like foolishness.

Chris! Mac yelled running through the house to the older friends room. Chris!

The brown haired man panicked throwing things into his desk drawers and slamming them shut, Jeez, Mac, havent you ever heard of knocking?

Chris, is Santa Claus real? the boy asked desperately.

What? Chris replied in dull tone.

Theres all these Santas running around Fosters and and I the boy stopped, trying to catch his breath.

Mac, Chris said softly picking the boy up and setting him down on his desk, Is that whats bothering you?

The boy looked up puzzled.

I see, he continued, Look, Madame Fosters better at explaining this than me, but well he paused smiling, I still believe in him.

Mac looked at him in shock, What?

Of course I believe in him, just because you cant see something doesnt mean its not real. Besides, believing in Santa Claus is part of the fun. I believe in him the same way I believe in God. Hes the spirit of Christmas, you know? Chris explained.

Mac looked down at the ground. In a way he got the answer he wanted, but that form of belief didnt offer any tangible evidence of the Jolly ones existence. With that, Mac leapt down off the desk and walked to the door.

Hey Mac, Chris said opening his drawer, Never stop believing, youll see.

The boy smiled slightly and walked out the door.

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – — – – – – – – – – – –

Mac walked down the hall thinking about what Chris had told him. Was faith in Santa like faith in God? It didnt make much sense to him, but then again neither did religion. He needed to know what everyone else thought. Maybe they could offer up some proof that Santa was real.

He started with Wilt and Eduardo. While they both believed they didnt have any new evidence to offer. More so, they couldnt explain why they believed, they just did. Coco wasnt around to offer an answer.

Next he asked Frankie what she thought. Her answer was anything but what he wanted to hear.

Sorry Mac, but I just dont believe in him, she explained while mixing another batch of cookies. Theres just never been enough proof to show me that hes real, and besides that I found out that my parents were the ones who put presents from Santa under the tree.

Mac bowed his head. What was he going to do? What if Frankie was right? What if it was just his mom who put Santas presents under the tree? The sudden thought of her made it hard to stay calm, but he managed to change the subject before he got too depressed. He had to focus on his own plight right now.

Here have a cookie, Frankie said offering the boy a piping hot chocolate chip cookie, and if you see Santa tell him I want magical self cleaning toilets.

The boy nodded as he left the kitchen. The odds were starting to stack against him.

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – — – – – – – – – – – –

The answers were the same everywhere he went. Some believed, some didnt, and there were hundreds of reasons why. It just didnt make sense to the boy. Everyone had a different reason for his or her belief, but no one could offer any proof of his existence or lack thereof. Finally it all came down to just one person to askMadame Foster.

The little old lady was sitting in her cushioned chair sipping her cup of hot cocoa. She spun in her chair to face Mac as he entered her private study.

So youve finally made it to me, huh? she asked warmly.

Mac looked up with a sad face, Well youre the only person I havent asked. Madame Foster, do you believe in Santa Claus?

Mac, deary it doesnt matter what I believe. But I know what youre going through. You see every child that celebrates Christmas goes through it at one time or another. Your parents did, your grandparents did, my Frankie did, even I did. Unfortunately, it seems to be a rite of passage for young people, but dont you worry. It may seem bad now, but you will feel fine about it soon, its only a matter of time before the truth makes it self clear, she explained laughing.

But Madame Foster, you didnt answer my question, the boy pleaded.

Ah, but you see, I did. Youll see, Mac, just you wait, she told him as he left.

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – — – – – – – – – – – –

Chris and Frankie stood at the railing above the main hall and watched the boy as he walked by the Christmas tree. It worried them to see a boy who was so normally full of life to be so depressed.

Hey you know what we should do? Frankie asked him.

If youre thinking what I think youre thinking then the answers no, he replied facing her.

Oh come on, it would really perk him up, she said with a smile, besides just because I dont believe in Santa doesnt mean I dont think hes cute.

Chris grimaced at that, You want me dress up as Santa Claus and visit Mac? Dont you think hell see through it? I mean come on, hes not as gullible as I was, hell know its me.

Maybe he will, maybe he wont, but you know what, I guarantee all the other kids in the house would love to see Santa, she told him bringing her face close to his. And who knows, maybe itll bring him around.

Chris thought about it, trying desperately not to look into Frankies big pouty puppy eyes, Fine Ill do it.

Really? she asked ecstatic.

If itll cheer him up, sure, he answered, But Im only doing it this once.

Frankie smiled deviously as she dragged him to her room to draw up the plans for his costume.

I cant believe Im doing this, he said grumbling.

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – — – – – – – – – – – –

December 20th was a slow day. Mac went about his usual routine, played with Bloo and the others, talked with Frankie and Chris, but he had a certain air around him. He was different and it was as plainly obvious as the nose on his face.

Mac? You okay? Bloo asked worriedly.

Yeah, I suppose. I mean, it really is stupid to believe in something like Santa Claus. I guess it was just too good to be true, the boy responded.

I cant believe you said that! Bloo said grabbing Mac by the collar, Santa just has to be real! Otherwise Im only getting one present!

Grow up Bloo and dont be so selfish, Mac told him storming off.

The little blue blob was speechless. How could his creator, one of the most imaginative kids on the planet, not believe in the power of Santa? He wouldnt accept that. He was going to prove that Santa Claus was real if he had to find the old elf himself and drag him before Mac to do it.

Yeah that would show him, now if only I had his address, he said making a list of ways to prove Santas existence.

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – — – – – – – – – – – –

Ow! Hey! Chris yelled.

Sorry hon, Frankie apologized prying the pin out his pants, It slipped, I swear.

Uh huh, he said looking up, Why am I doing this again?

Youre doing it to help Mac and to spread a little cheer, she told him.

Well I was just sort of thinking, he said scratching his cheek, Why not just have one of the imaginary Santas do this?

Frankie continued to sew his costume together, First, because all of the other Santas have been loaned out or adopted, second, you know all of the friends in the house, they dont, and third and most importantly, you know how to talk to Mac.

Chris thought about it for a minute before huffing and bowing his head with a sigh, Yeah I guess youre right.

I know I am, now hold still or Ill stick you again, she joked.

Chris turned his head to the window and looked out to see Mac throwing snowballs at a tree. He hoped this worked for Macs sake.

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – — – – – – – – – – – –

Bloo finished printing the last page when Wilt walked into the copy room. He was stunned when he saw the stack of papers the little friend had printed out.

Bloo! Are you crazy? Wilt stammered.

What? Oh all this? he asked innocently, Its just to prove to Mac that Santas real.

Oh, okay, but w-wait a minute, why did you need to print all of this out? Wilt asked.

It seemed like the right thing to do, besides Mac wanted tangible proof and he can hold this in his hands cant he? Bloo explained.

I suppose youre right, the lanky friend agreed, Need a hand?

Sure, Bloo replied handing the three hundred fifty page print out to Wilt. I even emailed the old man to ask for his help, he said hed be by on Christmas Eve to make things right.

Wilt smiled at that. If this didnt prove to Mac that Santa Claus was real, nothing would.

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – — – – – – – – – – – –

Ehh, I feel ridiculous, Chris moaned wearing the completed Santa outfit.

It was form fitting except for the gut which hung out over his big black belt. For something that was whipped together in less than a day, he looked very convincing.

Maybe, but you look good, Frankie said stifling a laugh.

Just give me the beard and get a mirror, he snapped.

This wouldnt be easy, he hated having to act, but then again hed hate to see Mac depressed on Christmas even more.

Here you go, Frankie said handing the fake white beard to him and then lifting a mirror up.

Well then, he said straightening the beard, Ho ho ho.

Frankie burst out laughing. Chris face turned so bright red, she could see his cheeks through the beard.

Im sorry, she said through a laugh, That was just so pathetic, ha ha ha!

I will get you for this, he said straightening himself out, Okay, lets try this again he added, clearing his throat, Ho Ho Ho!

He sounded much better, more convincing, and Frankie immediately stopped laughing.

Thats great, I think you hit it right on the head. Think you can keep it up? she asked searching for a big sack.

Yeah I think so, he answered rubbing his throat, I just hope I dont lose my voice. Oh yeah, what am I giving them?

You cant give them their presents, theyll open them and there wont be anything for them on Christmas Day, so I was thinking maybe some candy, she answered.

Yeah, I guess thatll be okay, but what do I tell them?

Tell them your just here for a quick visit and their presents will be under the tree in the morning, she explained making it sound easy.

Okay, then thats it, were all set, he said pulling Frankie close, Now how bout a kiss for old St. Nick?

Take the beard off first.

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – — – – – – – – – – – –

Mac yawned. Bloo had been showing him page after page of evidence for two hours now.

Bloo this doesnt prove anything, the boy said standing up. If you find real proof, like say, oh I dont knowhim! Then you come tell me, Im going to bed.

Mac! Oh come on, dont be like this, the blob pleaded.

The boy was already half way up the stairs and not stopping.

Great, now I gotta wait until Christmas Eve to prove hes real, he whined, crossing his arms.

Whats that, Bloo? Chris asked holding the remains of one of Frankies cookies.

I was just trying to prove to Mac that Santa exists, he moaned collecting the papers scattered about the dining room table.

Chris finished the cookie and helped the blob gather up the rest of the papers, Dont worry Bloo, hell see, this Christmas is going to be very different.

Yeah I guess so, Bloo finished, carrying the papers away.

Gnight Bloo, Chris called.

Night, he responded.

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – — – – – – – – – – – –

Mac tossed and turned in his bed. It was approaching midnight and he still couldnt get to sleep. Everything that Bloo had shown him, well, it didnt really prove that Santa existed, but then again it didnt prove that he doesnt exist. He huffed as he rolled onto his back and looked up at the ceiling.

Santa? he said out loud, but careful not to wake Bloo, Look, I dont know if youre real or not, butI dont know. I just wish there was some way you could give me a sign. Something that proves youre real. Maybe you could give me something like maybesomething that no one else in the whole wide world would be able to give me. But what?

The boy talked for an hour trying to decide on a sign that Santa could give him to prove his existence until finally, he decided.

I know what I want, he said, One of the bells from your sleigh. Thats all I want, just one of your bells. Please, this is my last chance and I really, really want to believe. Please he finished slipping into his dreams.

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – — – – – – – – – – – –

On the other side of the house Frankie and Chris lay in his bed snuggling.

Youre sure no one will find it? he asked.

From her position on his chest she looked up, Its in a special case attached to the bottom of my bed, no one would ever think to look there.

Great, he said with a smile.

Heres hoping this works, Santa, she chuckled as he leaned in to kiss her.

The pair was quickly asleep dreaming of the big day. They were in for a big surprise.

To be continued

Whatd you think? I know, I know a little bit of character assassination in there, but just wait until the next chapter. Yeah, I borrowed from the Lost Claus episode, but it was just perfect and the exact thing I needed. Anyway, the last chapter will be posted on Christmas Eve, this I swear to you. Check in around noon-ish. So until then, good night.