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CG · 10-09-2006, 04:51 PM

Heya guys, you might remember this piece of artwork from a while ago. Well. I wrote a 4 page doodle fanfic on it. I hope you enjoy. If not, ah well!

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He felt so naughty.

One rarely stole anything and got away with it within the walls of Foster's, but he had seen it hanging innocently in the breeze from the clothesline and before he knew what he was doing all what remained on the clothesline were the pegs. Hurrying up the stairs and bowling over anyone who got in his way he didn't stop until he'd leapt through the door to the bedroom which he shared with his three friends. Slamming the door and locking it, he heaved a sigh of relief as he leant against the wooden door.

After a few moments of silence and catching his breath he finally walked into the centre of the room and took a seat. In his possession now was something he thought he'd never see again. The purple dress had almost sent him into shock when he saw it on the clothesline, but here it was; once again in his grasp.

Oh, how he had missed this dress. It held so many deep, fond, well loved memories it was like meeting your best friend after a long time. Holding the fabric against himself he sighed, allowing his eyes to fall shut and he remembered...

~*~

"Eddie! Wilt!"

The little girl's voice rang through the air like a twinkling bell. The two Imaginaries whose name had been called out turned from what they were doing; chores. Wilt was cleaning one of the windows, the insanely tall ones but he easily reached with his stretching arm. Eduardo, being shorter was cleaning the bottom where most of the fingerprints clouded the view from outside.

"Heya Frankie!" Wilt greeted with his usual winning smile, "Just get out of school?" he asked, eyeing the backpack hanging off the little girl's shoulder.

"U-huh," Frankie nodded as she craned her head back to look up at the incredibly tall imaginary friend.

"You is having muchas homework?" Eduardo asked, tilting his head to look at the bag more properly. It was a pink My Tiny Horsey backpack, with a texta marker written across its side reading 'Francis Foster' in bright red.

"Naahh, I just gotta remember my times tables." she replied with a shrug, before jumping on the spot a few times. "I gots you two something!"

"Aw, really? You didn't have to!" Wilt grinned, slightly bashful at the prospect of getting something.

"Ooo! What is it?" Eduardo asked, managing to hold back from scooping the little girl into an Eduardo-hug of gratitude.

She dropped her bag onto the floor and began rummaging in it, and pulled out two pieces of paper. For a split second, Wilt's face twitched. Holding out the paper Frankie smiled, "Invitations!"

Well, bowl Eduardo over with a feather. Invitations! That only meant one thing. He let out a girly squeal of happiness as he took his (marked with a purple 'E' whilst Wilt's was a red 'W') and Wilt's hand appeared from above and scooped up his.

Frankie grinned even wider; "I shall expect you both in half hour." with that she ran off.

Eduardo couldn't keep the grin from his face as he carefully opened up the piece of paper which had been folded five times by the little girl and looked at the writing scrawled over the paper.

'To Edwardoo
You r inveteb to atinb mi tee partee at 5.30qm
Fancey dress
Luv Francie'

There was even a crayon picture of him besides all the words. Eduardo made an 'awwww' sound as he re-read the childish writing, loving the spelling mistakes.

Meanwhile three feet above him Wilt was reading his. It read practically the same thing, except 'Edwardoo' had been replaced with 'Welt'. He didn't mind the spelling. It's what was being asked of him that got him so . . . not upset, just . . . worried.

Frankie threw tea parties once a week, and every week she would ask different friends to attend her tea parties. They were a lovely little event she held in the tea room, chairs picked out and tea and cookies all spread out for those attending. It was all rather girly, a little too girly for the ten foot tall basketball player. But what was even a bigger blow to his masculinity was the fact they had to dress up.

Not just normal dress up, as in a suit and tie. Oh no.

10-09-2006, 04:51 PM	#1
CG Foster's Legend BACK FROM THE DEAD?!!? Join Date: Apr 2006 Location: Adelaide Posts: 1,120	Of Tea and Humiliation Heya guys, you might remember this piece of artwork from a while ago. Well. I wrote a 4 page doodle fanfic on it. I hope you enjoy. If not, ah well! - - - He felt so naughty. One rarely stole anything and got away with it within the walls of Foster's, but he had seen it hanging innocently in the breeze from the clothesline and before he knew what he was doing all what remained on the clothesline were the pegs. Hurrying up the stairs and bowling over anyone who got in his way he didn't stop until he'd leapt through the door to the bedroom which he shared with his three friends. Slamming the door and locking it, he heaved a sigh of relief as he leant against the wooden door. After a few moments of silence and catching his breath he finally walked into the centre of the room and took a seat. In his possession now was something he thought he'd never see again. The purple dress had almost sent him into shock when he saw it on the clothesline, but here it was; once again in his grasp. Oh, how he had missed this dress. It held so many deep, fond, well loved memories it was like meeting your best friend after a long time. Holding the fabric against himself he sighed, allowing his eyes to fall shut and he remembered... ~*~ "Eddie! Wilt!" The little girl's voice rang through the air like a twinkling bell. The two Imaginaries whose name had been called out turned from what they were doing; chores. Wilt was cleaning one of the windows, the insanely tall ones but he easily reached with his stretching arm. Eduardo, being shorter was cleaning the bottom where most of the fingerprints clouded the view from outside. "Heya Frankie!" Wilt greeted with his usual winning smile, "Just get out of school?" he asked, eyeing the backpack hanging off the little girl's shoulder. "U-huh," Frankie nodded as she craned her head back to look up at the incredibly tall imaginary friend. "You is having muchas homework?" Eduardo asked, tilting his head to look at the bag more properly. It was a pink My Tiny Horsey backpack, with a texta marker written across its side reading 'Francis Foster' in bright red. "Naahh, I just gotta remember my times tables." she replied with a shrug, before jumping on the spot a few times. "I gots you two something!" "Aw, really? You didn't have to!" Wilt grinned, slightly bashful at the prospect of getting something. "Ooo! What is it?" Eduardo asked, managing to hold back from scooping the little girl into an Eduardo-hug of gratitude. She dropped her bag onto the floor and began rummaging in it, and pulled out two pieces of paper. For a split second, Wilt's face twitched. Holding out the paper Frankie smiled, "Invitations!" Well, bowl Eduardo over with a feather. Invitations! That only meant one thing. He let out a girly squeal of happiness as he took his (marked with a purple 'E' whilst Wilt's was a red 'W') and Wilt's hand appeared from above and scooped up his. Frankie grinned even wider; "I shall expect you both in half hour." with that she ran off. Eduardo couldn't keep the grin from his face as he carefully opened up the piece of paper which had been folded five times by the little girl and looked at the writing scrawled over the paper. 'To Edwardoo You r inveteb to atinb mi tee partee at 5.30qm Fancey dress Luv Francie' There was even a crayon picture of him besides all the words. Eduardo made an 'awwww' sound as he re-read the childish writing, loving the spelling mistakes. Meanwhile three feet above him Wilt was reading his. It read practically the same thing, except 'Edwardoo' had been replaced with 'Welt'. He didn't mind the spelling. It's what was being asked of him that got him so . . . not upset, just . . . worried. Frankie threw tea parties once a week, and every week she would ask different friends to attend her tea parties. They were a lovely little event she held in the tea room, chairs picked out and tea and cookies all spread out for those attending. It was all rather girly, a little too girly for the ten foot tall basketball player. But what was even a bigger blow to his masculinity was the fact they had to dress up. Not just normal dress up, as in a suit and tie. Oh no.