Foster’s Porn Story: Mobile – Chapter 8

A/N: OMG! Did you hear? There will be a 60 minute episode all about Wilt airing soon called “Good Wilt Hunting”! Weeeeeee! I can’t wait! Anyway, I don’t own Foster’s (but you probably already knew that)

Fomalhaut: Lol, don’t worry, I won’t –wink wink-

PartyCakeGirl: Well now you’re gonna find out :)

Wolf eyes555: Thanks :) You never know, maybe Wilt will meet her again –hint wink-

“I have never been so bored in my whole life.”

Thirteen year old Frankie said to herself as she sat at the desk. It was Adopt-a-Thought day at Foster’s and Frankie had sat there for three hours straight helping people pick out their perfect friend. Unfortunately, it was just not a busy day that day and Frankie had to sit there even when nothing was going on. Suddenly, Kiwi flew infront of the girl’s face, making her jump a little.

“Hiya-Frankie!” He sqawked, grinning happily. “Wanna-play?”

Frankie cocked her head and gave a small smile.

“I’m sorry Kiwi, I have really important work to do.”

The tiny imaginary looked around.

“But, there’s-no-one-around.”

“Well, there might be people coming. I’m really sorry bud.” Frankie replied, hanging her head slightly. “Maybe there’s some imaginary friends around to play with.”

Kiki sighed sadly and nodded. He flew off, leaving Frankie back to her work (or what she had of it). She sighed. She felt bad for turning down Kiwi, she had done it a lot lately ever since she started working, but she knew she had to stay here.

“Man, will someone please come already?”

As though right on cue, a chubby little boy of about seven and his father come up to desk.

“We’re looking for a jock like imaginary friend for my son here.” Said the father in a deep voice. “Do you have any?”

Frankie nodded.

“Yeah, what kind of jock do you want?”

“Oh any kind! Just a sport that’ll get my son away from the TV and chips!”

Frankie nodded and picked up a microphone.

“All jock imaginary friends please report to the desk. There is a boy here who wants to take a look at you.”

Just thirty seconds later about fifty imaginary friends came by the desk and stood in a line so the boy could look at them. The boy walked back and forth, his hand in his chin. There were lots of “Hmmms” from him.

“How about this one?” Said the father pointing to a tall, red imaginary friend, who was none other then Wilt. “He’s tall, maybe he could get you into basketball.”

The boy took a look at Wilt for a good minute, then he spoke.

“Ugh, no way! He’s broken.”

Frankie was sure she saw Wilt wince when the boy said that. When she looked back the boy had already picked out an imaginary friend that looked like a giant baseball bat. Frankie filled out the forms and the boy and father left with their new friend. After they and all the other imaginary friends she had called left, she turned back to Wilt and gave him a weak smile.

“Sorry about that big guy, but don’t worry, you’ll get adopted some day.”

Wilt returned the smile.

“Oh don’t worry about it, I wasn’t in a hurry to get adopted. I was kinda hoping that maybe my old owner would come and…” Wilt trailed off. “Erm… never mind.”

Frankie sighed and got up.

“I know you hope that your owner will come for you someday, but let’s face it, she’s an adult now and may even have a family. What I’m saying is…” Now it was Frankie who trailed off. She was looking at something, her mouth slightly opened. Wilt cocked his head confusedly. He waved his hand in Frankie’s face.

“Heeeeeeeeello? You okay Frankie?”

Wilt strained his neck to see what Frankie was looking at. Wilt saw. A little girl probably no older then 5 was holding and hugging Kiwi. Frankie shook her head and ran over to the little girl.

“Um, I’ll be right back Wilt.” Frankie said as she ran off to the little girl.

“Um, okay.” A still confused Wilt replied back. “I’ll be right here.”

Frankie finally approched the small child, who was now hugging Kiwi.

“Excuse me miss,” Frankie began, kneeling down by the child. “but Kiwi here isn’t up for adoption. Sorry about that.”

Silence. The child didn’t even look at that teenager. Frankie raised her eyebrow and tried again.

“Excuse, but that’s my friend, and he’s not for adoption.”

More silence. Frankie felt her face turn red and was just about to yell into the girl’s face, when the mother came over.

“Hey there, do you work here?” The woman ask Frankie. She nodded. “Oh good, because I think she wants this imaginary friend here.”

“Yeah but I wanted to tell her that-“

“Oh, you wanted to tell her something?” The woman asked Frankie. “Well then you’ll have to tell me. You see, she’s deaf, so you’d have to tell me first, then I could tell her. Kay?”

Frankie stared at her in surprise.

“No wonder she wasn’t responding to me.”

Frankie looked back to see the little deaf girl still holding Kiwi. Kiwi didn’t even seem to mind, actually, he seemed to be enjoying it.

“Miss, are you alright?”

Frankie looked up in surprise to see the woman looking down at her.

“Oh, um, yeah, I’m just fine.”

“Okay…so…who do we go to to fill out the papers?”

Frankie stared at Kiwi. She could tell them that he was her’s and that they couldn’t have them.

“M-Mr. Herriman. H-he’s in the building.”

“Oh thank you dear.” The woman replied, smiling. With that, she took the little girl’s hand and began to walk to Foster’s, when Frankie stopped her.

“Wait!” She cried at the surprised woman. “May I talk to Kiwi, that friend you got there, for a minute.

“Oh, um, sure.” She replied, taking the friend out of the girl’s hand. “We’ll just wait here.”

Frankie nodded and walked over to a large tree, Kiwi in her hands.

“Listen Kiwi.” She said quietly and sadly. “I know we’re best friends, but I haven’t been acting like one lately.

Kiwi turned away.

“It’s not fair that you should be treated this way,” Frankie continued. “that’s why I think…I think you should go with this girl.”

Kiwi turned to her in surprise.

“She’s young and she would love you like I did. Kiwi, this isn’t easy, but it’s only fair.”

Kiki cooed softly.

“Are you cool with this?” Frankie asked. Kiwi gave a slow nod. “Good.”

Frankie walked back over to the two females and handed Kiwi to the child.

“O-okay, just g-go into Herriman’s office inside the house and he’ll help y-you out.”

The woman nodded but said nothing. She and her child smiled at Frankie as they walked into the house.

Frankie watched everything. The paper work, the delighted child, and them driving away, with her dear imaginary friend. The one that helped her get throught the trauma that happened when she was three.

“Frankie, are you alright?” Wilt asked as he walked over to her. She said nothing, just turned away and ran to her room.

Okay this wasn’t the best chapter, but it’ll do I guess. This chapter was a bit more about Frankie then Wilt, so I guess this story is kinda a Wilt and Frankie story. Just it case you’re wondering, there will be no WiltFrankie stuff in this story (although I do plan to write a WiltFrankie story after I’m done this –wink wink-). Next chapter coming soon.