Foster’s Porn Story: Mobile Chapter 11

A/N: I don’t own Foster’s

Fomalhaut: Well now you finally got it -grins back- I like cliffies too, and they’re fun to write.

Silentdreams97: Yeah, I’d run too. You don’t have to write a Wilt fic, I was just saying it would make a good story, but if you’re going to now, that’s great! I’d love to read it.

Tailsie: Hey, don’t worry, I didn’t leave ya with a cliffy forever, see :)

Rose Beloved: Hey thanks. Interesting Japaneese name. Yeah, he might be scared, I mean, I know I would be 0.o

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…He was wrong.

“Mary-Linn?” He said again to the pale woman. “Is that you?”

Mary-Linn kept staring at Wilt in horror, as though he was one who cut her arm off. Tears began to fall down her face.

“Yes Wilt, it’s me.” The woman said.

“I can’t believe it.” Wilt thought. “She’s all grown up now. Maybe that means she’s changed.” Wilt decided he would help her out a little.

“Here, let me help you.” Wilt said as he picked up more of her bags.

“No!” She yelled, getting up and picking up her stuff. Suddenly, a little boy, not older then 4, came over to Mary-Linn.

“Mommy,” Said the boy. “who’s that?”

Mary-Linn looked at Wilt, then to the boy. What could she say? That this was the imaginary friend she brutally beat up when she was a teen?

“It’s nobody dear.” Mary-Linn finally said. “Nobody at all.”

And just like that, Mary-Linn and the boy left Wilt lying there. This time all that was hurt was his heart. Wilt sighed, trying to keep the tears in his one good eye from coming out.

“I guess, I guess I better get home.” He said sadly as he got up.

Wilt knew now that he was going to be late for Frankie’s party, but he didn’t really care. Instead, he just walked out of the mall and slowly back to Foster’s.

“Why bother going back to Foster’s?” He said to himself. “I mean, I’m already late, why would it matter?”

-Wilt’s flashback-

“Oh God, please Mary-Linn don’t do it. I’m sorry! Please don’t!”

CHOP!

–End of flashback-

Wilt shivered, that moment that happened so many years ago coming back into his mind. Had she changed? She did have a kid after all. It all felt so weird, and a bit scary. When he finally got home he opened the door slowly and looked at the clock. It was 4:15.

“Well, I guess I don’t have time to wrap the gift.” He said sadly. “I guess I’ll just have to face the music.”

As he slowly walked up stairs, Frankie suddenly ran over to him.

“Hey Wilt.” She said. “It took you that long to get eggs?”

Wilt sighed.

“No,” He began. “I forgot your b-day and went to get you a gift. I sorry.”

Frankie smiled at him.

“It’s okay, I kinda knew anyway.”

“Well, I’m also sorry for being 15 minutes late for your party.” Wilt said as he hung his head. “That was selfish.”

Frankie gawked at him for a moment and burst out laughing.

“Wilt,” She said. “My party doesn’t start til 5:00, not 4:00.”

Wilt looked at the laughing teenager for a minute and smiled sheepishly.

“Anyway,” Frankie said. “why did it take you so long to get a gift anyway?”

“Oh, um, I bumped into an, um, old friend.” He said, looking to the ground. Frankie noticed a look of pain on his face.

“Are you okay?” She asked him.

“Oh, er, yeah I’m fine.” He said, snapping out of his flash back.

Frankie smiled and patted him on the back. She knew that Wilt was quite secretive about

somethings and it was best not to bother him about it.

“Well Wilt, since I have about 40 minutes before the party starts, why don’t we play a little basket ball. You need to teach me how you get those baskets, I have awful eye-hand cord nation.”

Wilt lifted his head, surprised.

“Oh, sure, I can teach you. You’ll be great in no time with my help.” He said beaming.

“Okey-dokey then, come on.” Frankie said as she ran outside. “I want to learn as soon as possible.”

As Wilt ran after Frankie, he thought about something. Mary-Linn doesn’t matter anymore. It wouldn’t matter if he ever even saw her again. Maybe, just maybe, without her, he would have never came to Foster’s and found his true family. Frances “Frankie” Foster.