Here it is, the last chapter before the big day. Now, last time, Chris and Wilt made a lot of progress. Wilt still has his doubts about himself, Chris will probably never forgive himself for killing Blaze, and nothing that I write or anyone says will ever change that. So, Ive been writing from a depressed and angry point of view for those chapters, but now that theyve sort of gotten over their issues, Ill be writing more in a happy style. Yay, happy! Okay so, here it is hope you enjoy it, and please, for the love of God, tell me what you think, please please please! Thank you!
Of Loves Lost & Friends Past
Chapter 11: The Belief of a Child
It was December 19th and all through the house, creatures were stirring and making quite a bit of fuss. It was a typical Fosters Christmas. Right down to everyone running screaming when Eduardo entered a room. For some strange reason the Spanish speaking friend would tie a piece of mistletoe to his horns each year and run around calling himself a kissy monster. If that wasnt bad enough, there were several fake Santas running around the house.
Every year its the same thing, Frankie explained to Mac, leading the jolly old fat men to Mr. Herrimans office. Kids get so excited about Christmas they accidentally imagine up a couple of Santas. Oh well.
Mac was stunned. It seemed like every room he walked into had its own Santa Claus and he felt ill from it. He had always been a firm believer in Jolly Old Saint Nick, but now his beliefs were feeling more like foolishness.
Chris! Mac yelled running through the house to the older friends room. Chris!
The brown haired man panicked throwing things into his desk drawers and slamming them shut, Jeez, Mac, havent you ever heard of knocking?
Chris, is Santa Claus real? the boy asked desperately.
What? Chris replied in dull tone.
Theres all these Santas running around Fosters and and I the boy stopped, trying to catch his breath.
Mac, Chris said softly picking the boy up and setting him down on his desk, Is that whats bothering you?
The boy looked up puzzled.
I see, he continued, Look, Madame Fosters better at explaining this than me, but well he paused smiling, I still believe in him.
Mac looked at him in shock, What?
Of course I believe in him, just because you ...More Cartoon Sex Stories...