Foster’s Porn Story: Of Loves Lost and Friends Past Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I dont
own anybody except Chris. Everyone else is owned by Craig McCracken
and Cartoon Network, so no flames.

Of Loves Lost and
Friends Past

Chapter 1: Her Friend

Mac sat on the front
porch of the aging Victorian house. He was wrapped in his red coat
and shivered as he watched the snow continue to fall. It had snowed
all day. He wondered where the red head was as he took one last look
at his watch. It was 9:45 and he had to be home before 10:15 or else
his mom would be on his back again.

Where is she?
the eight year old thought standing up.

Almost as if his words
had summoned her, Frankie Foster walked through the front gate of the
Foster Estate. Her fiery red hair seemed to glow in the moonlight as
she approached. There she was, the girl of his dreams hanging on some
other guys arm. She laughed and he smiled and Mac felt something
twist inside of him. Who did this guy think he was? He had no right!

Well, good night,
Frankie, the bespectacled man said.

The twenty-two year
old red head looked into his eyes with a serious look, You dont
have to go, she told him, This was your home for so long and
and it it still is. Come on, she explained tugging him closer
to the home.

Mac was flabbergasted,
His home! Who the heck is he!

That was when Frankie
noticed their audience. She turned to face Mac and the look on her
face became sorrowful and full of worry. He still had those feelings
for her and here she was with a guy her own age, laughing and
inviting him to stay. Mac didnt even know the truth, but

Mac didnt stay.
Throwing his backpack over his shoulder he stormed down the walk
pushing past the two adults and through the gate. How could he have
been so stupid? Of course she wouldnt return his feelings, she had
fourteen years on him! It was just some stupid schoolboy crush, only
instead of falling for a singer or an actress he fell for the
Fosters heiress. Stupid! Hed never forgive himself for acting
like that.

Staring after the boy,
the two adults stood stunned. If everything Frankie had told him
about Mac was true, then what heck was this? Was he jealous for some
reason?

Come on, he said
leading the red head down the walk, we cant just let him walk
home in this, its getting worse!

She couldnt agree more, but in her heart she knew the boy
wouldnt listen. He felt betrayed.

Mac rounded another
corner half-running half-walking trying not to lose his balance. He
still had another mile to go and the snow had started falling harder.
The moon had disappeared behind thick clouds and the street lights
were the only thing lighting his path. The street was eerily silent
and he kept looking around feeling slightly worried by the silence.
In the back of his mind he kept replaying what he had just seen and
heard and every time he got to the end he got angrier. How could
she!

Somewhere behind him
he thought he heard someone calling his name, but he chalked it up to
his imagination and the wind, which made him hurry just a little
more. The sooner he was home the better at least he would have
something else to worry about when he got there.

He looked at his watch
and saw that it was 10:13, he had just two minutes to get home. He
had no choice, but to run. He could worry about stopping when he got
there and if he fell it wouldnt compare to the punishment hed
get from his mom.

He finally made it to his block and had just to cross the street, he
was only four minutes late, maybe his mom would let him slide. He
stepped between the cars and prepared to run across, but as he
reached the center of the street he lost his footing and flipped
landing hard on his back. He moaned as his eyes tried to adjust and
his hearing cleared enough to hear what sounded like a car. He slowly
turned his head and saw that it was a car, but he couldnt get his
footing. He was stuck on a patch of black ice! His eyes went wide as
the car slammed on its brakes

Mac shivered as he sat
in the back of the ambulance wrapped in a blanket. He couldnt stop
shaking. Everything had happened so fast and now now she was
laying there, her blood covering the street. The bespectacled man was
being held back by a police officer as the EMTs worked on her
doing absolutely everything they could to stabilize her enough to
move her.

Frankie! he
screamed at the top of his lungs.

Mac couldnt believe it, one of her dates actually cared about
something other than sex? He looked over to the car and saw another
police officer handcuffing the driver. The cars front end was
smashed against a row of cars lining the street and the man had a cut
on his forehead and blood was running down into his eyes. He kept
yelling something about not seeing her before it was too late and she
jumped out in front of him. The EMTs approached the ambulance with
Frankie laid out on a gurney. She didnt look good from what Mac
could tell and when they got her locked down they gave Mac a shot to
help him sleep.

When he woke up he was
laid out in a hospital bed with a bandage wrapped around his head and
monitors making beeping noises all around him. Nothing was hooked up
to him which was a relief, but his relief soon turned to horror. In
the bed next to his was Frankie. Her head was wrapped too, not to
mention her left eye, arms and legs. Underneath her hospital gown Mac
could see more bandages. She looked like a mummy with casts. There
were wires hanging from her mouth and nose and machines that were
helping her breathe. It hurt to look at the once beautiful red head.

In a chair in the
corner of the room sat the man from last night. His glasses were
crooked on his face as he woke up to see the eight year old staring
at him.

So youre awake,
huh, he asked in a kind voice.

Mac nodded as the man
pulled his glasses off and twisted them back to their original form
and placed them back on the bridge of his nose.

Shes the reason
youre still here, you know? he asked standing up. She saw
that car coming, but she jumped out to shove you out of the way
knowing full well shed be the one that got hit.

Mac stared at him,
scared at what he would say next. Would he blame Mac for what had
happened? It was his fault wasnt it?

Id give anything
to be the one in her place right now. I would be too if I hadnt
slipped, he paused taking a deep breath. I lost my balance and
by the time I was up on my feet she was already at your side.

The young boy looked
at the woman lying next to him and felt tears welling up in his eyes.
She cared enough to risk her own life saving his.

If I had just been
a little faster, if I hadnt slippedshe wouldnt be like this
right now, the man said sitting down on the edge of Macs
hospital bed.

The man looked at the
boy and Mac could see the pain in his deep green eyes. He really did
care about Frankie, but Mac still didnt know who he was. For
that matter he didnt know why the man would have risked his life
to save the boy either.

The man extended his
hand and said, Sorry, in all the confusion I forgot to introduce
myself Im Chris Frankies imaginary friend.

To be continued

There, I did it! Angsty
enough for all of you out there? This will actually be the first
story I have written that doesnt involve fighting some big bad
monster or any fighting at all for that matter. Hope you like it.