Foster’s Porn Story: Mobile Chapter 10
A/N: I don’t own Foster’, and by the way, I’m leaving you with a cliff hanger (I’m so evil :D )
Spiderjuice: What happened to M.L. is that she found new friends and began to feel like she was too old for an imaginary friend when she was a teen so she began to ignore him more and sometimes take her anger out on him (it says a little about that in chapter three). Then she started drinking when she was older which didn’t help much. Hey, it’s okay to feel a bit sorry for her. Ya never know, we may even mean her again ;) -cough read this chapter cough-
Fomalhaut: Hey, don’t worry about it :) I was sick awhile back too, blah! Anyway, thanks so much.
Silentdreams97: Hey, that’s cool how we had sorta the same idea except mine was Frankie’s past, and yours was Wilt’s. Have you written a fanfic about it? If not you should, it would make a great story.
Wilt ran as fast as his legs could go (which was pretty fast). He was in the mall getting Frankie a last minute B-day present.
“How could I have forgotten Frankie’s 16th Birthday?” Wilt asked to himself as he ran. “I must be getting old. I have to find her something she likes. A basket ball? No. A doll? No. Boxers? No!”
He remembered just a few hours ago Frankie was talking about her party…
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“Okay, cake? Cheek! Balloons? Cheek! Music? Cheek! Games…” Frankie said to herself as she cheeked off a bunch of things on her cheek list. Wilt walked in.
“Hey Frankie, watcha doin’?”
Frankie jumped a little, startled by Wilt.
“Oh, hi Wilt. I was just cheeking off things for my party, that’s all.”
“Your having a party?” Wilt asked. “So, what’s the theme? First day of the month party? Non-April Fools day party? Wilt Chamberlain’s Birthday?”
Frankie laughed.
“No silly, it’s my Sweet Sixteen Birthday party.”
Wilt frozed.
“Uh, your Birthday?”
“Yeah, you did remember, didn’t you?”
Wilt gave a nervous nod.
“Uh, yeah, of course I did. I was just teasing you there, ya know.” He rubbed the back of his neck a bit. “Um, Frankie, I’ll be right back. I just have to go out and, um, get some eggs. Yeah! Eggs, for the cake. See ya!” He said as he ran out the door.
“But Wilt I already got the-“
SLAM!
“-cake.” Frankie laughed to herself. “I knew it, he forgot my B-day.”
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“Finally!” Wilt cried out when he found a good teen store. “Hopefully I can find something in here.”
Wilt walked around the small store for awhile (which wasn’t easy because the ceiling was only about 7 feet high and he had to bend down while walking around).
“Now what does a teen girl like? Oh, earrings! Perfect!”
Wilt finally found some nice earrings that he hoped Frankie would like. He bought the earrings and was out of the store. He rubbed his back a bit (which hurt from bending down so long) and sighed.
“Finally, now I can go home and wrap this.”
Wilt looked up at a clock. It was 3:55.
“Oh no! Frankie’s party starts in 5 minutes! I gotta hurry, again!”
Wilt ran as fast as he could. Faster then he ran earlier. He had to get home in 5 minutes, which was going to be hard.
“I can do this. I can get home.”
Wilt, being so tall and all, couldn’t see the people below him. Right that second he felt someone bang into his leg. He tripped, and they both went to the ground.
“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” Wilt said to the woman he knocked down as he picked up her stuff for her. “I should have watched where I was going. I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m…”
Wilt noticed the look on the woman’s face. Her mouth was agape and she had a look of horror in her face.
“I wonder what’s wrong with her.” Wilt thought to himself. “Oh, maybe it’s because I knocked her over. Well, I don’t blame her. I should have watched where I was going and… wait, that face…”
Wilt looked at the woman’s face again. He knew that face, and that brown hair, and those eyes, those hazel eyes. Wilt turned pale, the same look of horror on his face now. He couldn’t believe it.
“M-Mary-Linn?”