Hours had gone by till Sarah was called for assistance, she thanked Frankie for listening to her and walked out of her room. Bloo hid behind a flower pot listening the to the girls words. As Sarah walked down the stairs, Bloo watched her with a heavy heart, after what he had heard, he couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
Mr. Herriman was waiting for Sarah at the bottom of the stairs when she came in sight, he looked at her saying, "Ah, there you are, Miss Sarah, Madame Foster has told me the situation, but I am afraid Duchess needs some assistance and she has asked for your help, while you are up there, I need you to give these to her."
Sarah nodded as Herriman gave her some clean white sheets.
"Clean and Pressed like she asked."
She inwardly groaned making her way up the stairs till she reached Duchesses door. Looking at the Maroon colored door frame and the golden door knob, she took a deep breath before knocking, this was certainly the last person she wanted to see but at this rate, she had no choice in the matter at had, if she needs her help, she had to suck it up.
"Yes Yes come in!" the voice demanded in a hurried manner.
Grabbing the knob, she walked in, sheets in one hand, "here are your clean sheets."
Duchess scowled at her, making her way to her, yanking the sheets out of her hand. She inspected it carefully then throw them at her face. "They are filthy!"
"Mr. Herriman said they are clean."
"Oh really?" Duchesses sassed, pulling the sheets off her head and held them in her face, "What do you see?"
Sarah straightened her hair out, looking at the sheets, "White"
"No, I see your hair!" Duchess pulled a single strand of yellow hair off the sheets. Holding the single strand in her hand she looked at Sarah, "its got your hair all over it!"
"But its only one strand."
"I don't care! You are not clean, you are a filthy cat! You are probably shedding, and all over my white sheets, I demand that you go get me some fresh ones from the store! They are wrapped in plastic and then you won't shed all your filthy ragged hair all over them, Wrinkle Free, silk Satin white, nothing more."
"You expect me to go to the store and get you some expensive satin sheets all because of one little strand of hair?"
"Precisely"
"Forget it."
"I beg your pardon."
"You are an imaginary friend like everyone else, you do your own sheets, now if there is nothing else you need of me, I will b-"
"There is one thing I need for you to do."
Sarah looked at her with her arms crossed over her chest.
"If I am to be adopted, I would like to make sure that everything I have is fresh and clean by the time I leave, I want you to take some of my best dresses and hang them outside so that they have that nice fresh sent of morning mist of nature." Duchess pointed to a stack of dresses of variety of colors laying on her bed.
"Why can't you do it?"
"And Break a nail? Beauty is expensive, I do wish to look my best for when I do get adopted."
Sarah sighed, Duchess was one of those imaginary friends that don't want to do much of anything when it comes to chores or taking care of themselves. But figured might as well do it, at least this will give her an excuse to go outside.
"Okay." Sarah answer making her way to the bed before Duchess Grabbed her arm.
"But, first thing first, we have got to make sure you don't get any hair all over my nice dresses…I will dress you up."
"Excuse me?"
"No time to argue Darling! Now…SIT!" Duchess pushed her to a cushioned stool in front of her large vanity mirror dresser, decorated in its finest make up and accessories.
Sarah looked at the dresser top then at Duchess who went to her door to lock it. She stared wide eyed as Duchess slowly came at her, baring her long red nails and evil grin, "Now" she began, "Lets do something about those split ends."
Sarah closed at her eyes as Duchess went to work.
Wilt had been sitting on the porch, watching all of his friends alike, play, have fun, get adopted and leave. It was great to see all those who have been there get a nice loving home. He sighed to himself, he had a few that looked his way but didn't pay him no mind, he didn't mind it, he was used to it. They thought of him as something that is broken and no good, and for a long time, he believed them.
But, seeing Jordan, his friends, and now…Sarah, he felt so much better about himself. He now can say, whatever he felt, to a certain extant. He always thought he was something special, and with Sarah, he felt to be someone very special. Wilt ruffled his furry cheeks violently, WHY AM I THINKING THIS WAY!!?! we are all special…but…
He could feel her hands on his shoulders, when he was helping her that day with the kids. How soft, smooth, and silky her hands felt against his bare shoulders. How she stood up for him against Bloo for accusing him of missing out on a game that he didn't know about.
And every time she smiled at him…he could feel his heart…race…with each laugh she expressed it could make the world stand still if it could, that way it would pause forever in her happiness. The very elegance of her- AHH!H!!!!! Wilt screamed in his head, running into the mansion.
"FRANKIE!" Wilt Shouted, running up to the second floor.
Frankie ran out of her room looking at Wilt in a panic, "Wilt whats wrong?"
"Frankie, I…I…I got to talk to you, in private please."
"Yeah sure come on in…" she opened her door and closed after he entered.
"Frankie, I think there is something wrong with me." Wilt buried his face into his hand.
"alright now, calm down Wilt, what is this all about?"
Wilt took a deep breath, "Its about Sarah, I don't know why but, these things, images, thoughts, that keep popping into my head, it makes me want her to stay here even more, which goes up against all principals of what I stand for. Why am I thinking this way? Tell me Frankie am I a bad friend?"
Frankie looked at Wilt semi shock but then laughed, "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Wilts face dropped, "your…laughing at me?"
Frankie shook her head and calmed down a little before talking, "No, I am not laughing at you, I am laughing because this your first love and you are so clueless to it, its almost adorable."
"First love?" Wilt whispered.
"Yes Wilt, your in love with Sarah."
Wilt looked down, "oh no."
"Oh no? why?"
"Isn't there a rule saying that Imaginary friends can't fall in love with other friends?"
Frankie shook her head, "why would you think that?"
"I saw what happened to Berry when she got obsessive with Bloo, now she is a psychotic imaginary friend lurking about. I don't want to be like that, I don't want to be one of those friends who can't be adopted."
Frankie looked at him then frowned from his last sentence, "Sometimes, they don't have to be that way to not be adopted Wilt. And there is no way you would ever come out that way, you have lived with us for so long, you have put yourself through other friends shoes. You are so special to all of us Wilt, and I know how you feel. When you are created, you are given life, from pure innocence, love, and a will of your own."
Wilt looked at her and nodded. She walked over to him to give him a big hug of comfort.
"…As for Sarah…I don't think you have anything to worry about."
Wilt looked at her, "Why?"
Frankie looked at him Sadly, taking a seat next to him as she began to explain.