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Foster's Home: A Forbiden Love Part 1	By : Wendell Urth Category: +1 through F > Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends Views: 4474 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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It wasn’t going to be a permanent thing. It was supposed to be just for a couple of months. When Mac’s mother first found out he was spending his afternoon’s at Foster’s (thanks to Terrance’s tattling, which was the least of his bad habits) she had been very angry. She went to the House to give the old woman and the “floozy” a piece of her mind! And was charmed… over tea. She met Frances who was busy cooking, scrubbing and directing a dozen Imaginary Friends at the same time. Neither woman was anything like Terrance had described. Lying was just another of his bad habits.
Mac’s mother had no other family and she was desperate for help. Terrance had stepped over the line from punk and bully to a child in desperate need. She had hoped that sending Bloo away would satisfy her older son, let him gain some balance again. Bring some peace to the relationship between the boys. But he turned on his little brother again and was becoming more violent. Counseling hadn’t helped and now he was facing juvenile court. There was a program out of state, a special family school, but it wouldn’t be a good idea to bring Mac there, not while she and Terrance were working out their problems. Her employer had an office there that she could transfer to.
The problem, where could Mac stay? She hadn’t expected that the two women, who clearly loved her son would be the answer. She did have some reservations. Mac had to continue school as normal (of course) and she wanted him to have his own room. She knew what having Mac and Bloo in the same bedroom at night was like and she needed him to have his own space and time away from Bloo.
Frankie laughed. There were lots and lots of rooms in the mansion and it was no trouble to get him his own room. In fact, there was a small bedroom near hers so she could keep an eye on him, make sure he did his homework and didn’t spend too much time with Bloo or the other Imaginary Friends. It was an ideal situation from his Mom’s point of view.
Something about the wise cracking old woman and her granddaughter won over the concerned mother. His mom would videotext Mac every day and hopefully in a few months Terrance would be “better” and they could be a family again. Mac’s mom would fly home from time to time to see him. It seemed ideal for everyone.
Because they weren’t related, Mac’s mother arranged with her office’s attorneys to sign some documents giving Frankie and Madame Foster temporary guardianship of Mac. In case of an emergency.
Mac, Terrance and his mom planned to spend a last weekend together. Frankie was surprised when Mac showed up at the House a few days early. Clearly, he had been badly beaten. His eye was purple and closed and he had trouble standing. She immediately called Mac’s mother who had been looking for her son and finally got the story (or some version of it) from Terrance. Mac’s mom and Terrance took an earlier flight after Frankie assured her that Mac was OK and she’d call her later.
The Imaginary friends, especially Bloo crowded around and kept questioning Mac, offering ridiculous suggestions, planning elaborate revenge schemes. Madame Foster stepped in. “You… All of you! Out! I SAID OUT! That means you too, Bloo!” The Friends scattered. No one doubted that the four-foot eight-inch matriarch was in charge. “Frankie, take the boy upstairs. Move!”
Frankie called their Doctor who rushed over and in spite the bruises and cuts, pronounced Mac OK.
She took him to the bathroom, ran a warm tub and insisted on settling him in and keeping a close watch on him. He was embarrassed about getting undressed in front of her. Frankie was “in no mood for nonsense.” She pulled off his clothes and popped him into the tub. Mac, who was deeply embarrassed, never the less allowed this second impromptu examination. Besides, she had seen him naked before, “Not a big deal” she told him (and herself). He had grown since the last sugar rush ended in his being naked and sliding down the bannister of the main hallway (and giving him a hellacious friction burn on his ass! “Was that really two years ago?”). She carefully sponged the bruises and cuts. “Terrance really did a number on him,” she thought. There were even bite marks. She dressed him in one of her night shirts and chased away about a zillion Imaginary Friends, gave him some pain killers the doctor had left and popped him into his bed.
She heard him weeping across the hallway. Chased away Bloo and the Imaginaries (again!) and went in. “Poor kid.” She half carried, half walked him back to her room and settled him down in her bed. Turned on the TV, but he was asleep in a few minutes. Lights out. She turned over and found him snuggling against her. It was OK… better than OK. It felt good.
Mac had never slept alone before. There had always been Terrance or Bloo in the same room, nearby. The sound of someone else. Even though he came to fear his brother, hate him, it hadn’t always been that way… not since their father had…
Frankie had always slept alone. Oh, she had been with men… sometimes women, but rarely overnight (never at Foster’s, never at home, never in her own bed) and it was always with the knowledge that she would be leaving early in the morning. Mostly though, it was just the sex, just the fucking then, getting dressed and going home. Alone. Then asleep in her own bed. Alone again.
At first, Mac slept in his room. They’d watch TV together, laying in Frankie’s bed, eating popcorn. Laughing. He’d get sleepy and go to his room or would begin to doze off and Frankie would walk the half-asleep boy across the hall. After the first week or so it seemed easier just to move a cot into her room.
She liked knowing he was there… just a few feet away.
When he video chatted with his mother, it was always from his little room. Same time every afternoon. The question of where he slept never came up, she could see his bed.
Mostly his mom wanted to be reassured that Bloo wasn’t in the same room at night, it was the truth.
She said Terrance was doing better, it was not the truth.
Most nights Frankie slept in her big comfortable bed and Mac on his narrow cot. After a while Frankie felt… it was selfish and she let Mac sleep with her in the same bed. She liked having him next to her. Liked feeling his body against hers. She liked falling asleep to the rhythm of his gentle breathing. His smell. She sometimes woke in the middle of the night, his arm across her chest, his legs tangled with hers, his face pressed to her back or her chest or shoulders. It felt… right. Comforting.
They kissed before going to sleep. Nothing sexual, a kiss on the lips, goodnight. A kiss on the lips, good morning. Seemed natural. They did love each other. As friends.
Just friends.
Right?
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Foster's Home: A Forbiden Love Part 1