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@MissCapnCrunch I can cry. I got this in the bag.
@MissCapnCrunch For now, one character. A girl. Complex.
But after I make her, I might consider bringing a boy in. Lets focus on one first.
But after I make her, I might consider bringing a boy in. Lets focus on one first.
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Tying her silk robe closed, Annabel sighed to herself when she heard the entrance of her nanny. She was still looking out the window, watching the flower boy running away for dear life. She wasn’t necessarily in the mood to put on a face, but she did need to start her day. That entailed clothes so she could give her neighbors a visit. From her closed office, she called out to Adelaid, not returning the humor, simply telling her, her plan, “We’ll be giving that to the Reeses. Put it in my blue vase, please.” which was in the kitchen on the island, empty and waiting.
“The kids need to eat,” she added. The tone of her voice was enough to display that the bosswoman wasn’t in the best mood. She started her morning off thinking too much, and now she had to consider her friend’s and her sister’s words. Was taking a break worth the leisure? Having too much free time simply meant Ana couldn’t keep herself busy from thinking about unnecessary things. Things that made her feel insufficient and depressed. “Give me a few.” It was time to change and get her engine started. Put the smile on that everyone loved. Be a good, friendly neighbor and give her condolences.
Meanwhile, outside, Charles threw his toy water gun on the ground, Maya’s bunny plushie leaned against the tree. The tree with a tire swing on it, “This isn’t fun.” He pouted, sitting on the floor and grabbing his friend’s stuffed animal, one of many, and placing it on his lap. “You’re too big and too fast. And win all the time. It’s no fun.” Charlie wasn’t very confident in his abilities to take down his sister, which is why he liked Maya as his partner. They both were capable of taking her down. Together.
“Aw come on, Choo Choo.” Phoebe picked up his tiny water gun and tried to be a cowboy with her toy, and his, attempting to twirl it in her fingers like the movies, “You should try harder! Giving up just makes you lame.”
“I’m not lame! Mommy says I’m special and wonderful.” He possessively hugged the doll. “I just want my friend!” He defended his honor. There was nothing wrong with missing his friend. Phoebe was just being a big meanie. She should be missing Maya too!
Rolling her eyes, she slipped the toy guns in her mother’s belt, that was wrapped around her thin waist, and made her way to her brother, “Give me that, Choo Choo.” She tried pulling the bunny away from him, by the ears. “Mommy said she’s on a trip! You need to stop being a baby.”
“No! Stop it!” Charlie used all the force in the world so Phoebe could not take the bunny from him. Fortunately, Maya’s favorite teddy bear was on her bed, across the street. This was her second favorite stuffed animal named Brownie that she and Charlie shared. “You’re going to hide Brownie from me! Stop it, Phoebe! Leave Brownie alone!” Phoebe aggressively yanked the bunny out of her brother’s hands, but it was rewarded with the sound of a rip. The bunny’s head slightly hanged off and its stuffing seeped out.
The waterworks started and Charlie screamed. Phoebe immediately regretted everything and tried to calm him down. “Shuuush. Be quiet, will you! I’ll fix it, Charlie. Don’t cry!” He got up, pushing his sister away in the process, and picking up the wounded bunny. He started to run. “Choo Choo, I’m sorrryyy! Don’t tell mommy! Where are you going?!” He was trying to open the gate to tell the Reeses what his sister did. He was too tiny to reach the latch. His sister was a horrible person.
As per usual it was all business with Ana, and she sounded even grumpier than usual, most likely to do with the current situation at the Reese estate. “Got it boss! Well, time to make some money, honey, and what better way to do that than by making a quick and nutritious meal. Adelaid had some plans to concoct some new meals for the kids, but those were more suited towards dinner time, right now, it was more like chicken nuggies and mac & cheese time. Heading to the kitchen, she was just about to put the flowers in the vase before a blood curdling scream emanated from the backyard, nearly making Ade drop the bouquet right then and there. 'Annnnnd this is how my day starts,' she thought, sighing and shaking her head.
Carefully she placed the flowers in the vase and started making her way to the sliding door that lead to the backyard. In most cases, whether you’re a parent or a caretaker, whenever a child screams it's usually because tragedy struck, like they fell out of a tree or something. In Adelaid's experience, it was usually because Phoebe was being a brat to her brother, and while she wasn’t running like the four winds were at her back, she did stride out with purpose. "Alright you two, what’s going on out here?!” Her voice was raised, carrying out her authority without being angry or too loud. Thus the scene unfolded as such, Adelaid with her hands on her hips, head cocked and eyebrow raised her gaze sharp and discerning, whilst Charlie was still trying at the gate, and Phoebe looking like she was about to shit bricks. She walked her way over to Charlie, a quick gaze to Phoebe as if to say, what did you do now? before returning her attention to Charlie, a blubbering mess. Once in front of him, she crouched down, eye level to the tearful boy, her gaze calm and with a gentle smile on her face asked, "What’s wrong Charlie? Why are you crying?”
Charlie couldn’t muster words. He tried to in between cries, but it was just a blubbering mess, so he lifted up Maya’s bunny and said the only thing he could say, “Dead.” While the nanny was preoccupied, Phoebe used this to get her actual mommy involved, to soften the blow. So. She scurried silently into the house. Regardless if Ade yelled for her to stop, she wasn’t going to. Phoebe was what you call a bad apple that did what she wanted.
As was tradition, whenever Charlie cried out wolf, Phoebe would slither away and seek asylum with mommy. Even if Adelaid told her to stop, she was too free spirited to listen to her and in a way it was kind of cute the way the kid reminded her of herself; a free spirited brat. Either way, one crisis at a time, as a nearly headless stuffed bunny, the one that Maya shared with him. Her smile faded into a more thoughtful one, she felt bad for the children, enduring through the white lie that had been fed to them, they must have missed their friend so badly. The moment passing, her smile resumed as she attempted to reassure the boy, a small giggle eliciting before stating, "Don’t worry baby, Brownie’s not dead, he’s just got a little booboo, that’s all!”
Grabbing Charlie from both sides, she hoisted him up into the crux of her arm and with her free hand, grabbed a handkerchief to wipe his eyes and nose; practically needed those on hand for him. "How about this? Let’s go inside and I’ll take Brownie to the bunny doctor, okay? And for being such a good friend and taking care of him, I think you deserve a little treat for lunch! How about...chicken nugget dinos and fries?” The tears lessened at the offering of nug dinos and french fries. He loved fries. Sniffling he nodded. Taking Brownie to the doctor will be good for her. Then when Maya came back home, she would know he was a good daddy. "Alright! First though, let’s go say hi to mommy, okay?”
“Mommy is going to be mad I’m crying. She never cries, so me crying is bad.” Charlie rubbed his face gently on the back of Brownie’s almost-falling-off-head, not realizing he was making it worse. That made Adelaid’s heart sting a little, if only he knew what Ana endured, the nights that Ade had to console the woman when she had too much to drink. Mommys had to be strong however, they couldn’t show that side of themselves, at first the thought of it was pure rubbish, but as the years went on, she understood why she couldn’t be that way around them. "Don’t worry baby, mommy’s not gonna be mad, she’s gonna be so proud of you for taking care of Brownie, now come on, let’s go inside.” With that, she made her way back into the house, package and all. Phoebe on the other hand, she’d deal with later, there were other...tortures she could put her through that didn’t involve a silver suppository.
Inside her bedroom now, Ana rummaged through her clothes in her closet, deciding what she should wear. Should she wear one of her classy formal suits? Probably not. She wasn’t working today. Pulling out a blue summer maxi dress she stared at it for a bit, until shaking her head. She wasn’t feeling that either. Before she came to any decision, her daughter came rushing into the master bedroom, “MOMMY! Choo Choo isn’t being a big boy and he’s trying to get me in trouble.”
Ana narrowed her eyes. Phoebe knew better than to run into her bedroom like that. “One second. Mommy’s kinda getting dressed.” Poking her head into the closet, seeing her nakey mom, well her mommy was in a bra and panty, but she was still nakey, Phoebe suggested, “Wear the last dress you wore when you went out with Mrs. Reese! It looks very pretty on you. Pink looks pretty on you.” Her daughter wasn’t going to give her space, was she?
Fine.
Choosing the dress she wore the day before Ophelia committed suicide, and her white jean jacket, with brown boots, Ana made a couple of glances towards her naughty daughter, who was gawking at her. Most likely glad to still see her mother home. This was one of her dresses she wore in college, but hey, it still fit her. Didn’t make her look her age though. Nothing really helped with her looking older. Even when she tried to be more conservative, it simply looked like a twenty year old trying to be taken seriously, but failing. That’s where her words come in. Once she opens her mouth, people know she isn’t some ‘dumb blonde’.
“Are you going to tell me what happened or will I have to get the spoon involved?”
“No!” Phoebe defensively yelled back. Rarely did Ana discipline her children but when it was needed, the spoon got involved. The enemy in this household. “No wooden spoon is needed, mommy.” Note to self, hide it. Hide that damn spoon. “We were just playing and Brownie got caught on the tree and broke!” Phoebe lied. If there was one thing that was NOT going to happen was her getting spanking! She would run away if that happened. Absolutely run away!
“Is that so? What else happened?” The mother calmly responded, as she went to her vanity, grabbing her brush and quickly taming her hair down.
“Charlie keeps talking about Maya. When are they coming back anyways? I can’t keep him happy by myself!” Through the mirror, Ana stared at the death glare that her daughter was giving her. Persistent and with a point. Ana didn’t know how to answer her daughter’s question...
"Knock, knock!” As if the angels had descended down from heaven, Adelaid appeared in the doorway to Ana’s bedroom, a much more calm Charlie in her hands. Scanning the room, she found thing #2 and made it a point to give her an extra cheery smile before lowering the young boy to the ground. "Hey Phoebe, why don’t you take your brother downstairs and play in the living room, lunch’ll be ready soon, okay?” There was a cheer in her voice sure, but there was intent in it, something that said I dare you to try and do anything different in front of Mommy. Turning to Charlie, Adelaid extended her hand, "I can take Brownie to the bunny doctor, okay? Don’t worry, I’ll be extra gentle with her.”
As much as Phoebe wanted to sass the nanny out, and trust me, she had a lot of comebacks, she decided to hold her tongue and pay her respect later. “Fine.” Just you wait old lady! You’re messin with the wrong villain. Yes, Phoebe was already plotting up something to set Ade’s world on FIRE. Doom to the old fart!
“...okay, be very, very soft. And have the doctor give Brownie a lollipop.” Charlie released the plushie and looked toward his mommy, “I’m okay, mommy. I love you.”
Ana’s gaze softened at the scene, always respecting Ade’s way with her children. “I love you too, Choo Choo Charlie.” The boy beamed his dimpled smile at his mama, before Phoebe started tugging his hand to leave.
“Let’s go.” Before Phoebe left, she met her dark gaze with the nanny’s, equally challenging her. She didn’t like the nanny. One day, the nanny would go. After a minute or two, the kids left to play downstairs.
“Fun start?” Ana teased, going back to brushing her hair.
Adelaid watched as the kids bolted downstairs and as soon as they were out of earshot, she looked back to Ana, "Ah, you know how it is,” grunting a little as she stood up, "Just looking after another casualty of war and what not.” Casually making her way over to one of the dressers, she retrieved a small sewing kit from one of the top drawers, selected an appropriate color to match Brownie’s fur, then planted herself on the vanity next to Ana. Threading the needle she got to work on reattaching a nearly decapitated bunny head. This wasn’t her first one either, Phoebe was rather rough on her toys, or more appropriately, her brother’s toys. While some would say that she showed her playthings lots of love, Adelaid would say she was just being a brat, not an issue so long as it didn’t go too far, but it did cause some kinks in the cog.
While working, her eyes wandered over to her boss, she did look rather gorgeous in that dress and couldn’t help but express it, "Damn Momma, you lookin’ fine today, got a hot date or something?” Adelaid couldn’t help but laugh a little.
“I wished.” Ana chuckled back. “The little devil herself chose this outfit. I guess I have nothing better to do, so might as well look like I got it all together. Amiright?” Placing her brush down, she started applying light makeup under and around her eyes for the apparent dark circles. “Griffon and Lyla left me messages. I’ll call them back eventually. They want me to… not work.” In short, yeah, that was what their messages were about.
Ade raised an eyebrow, her needlework stopping, "You? On vacation? Since when did pigs start flying,” She laughed a little harder this time, before going back to her operation, eyes softening, "But for real hun...it's not a bad idea to take a little time off and get yourself squared away.” She stopped and placed the half finished plushie on the vanity, looking at Ana. "What happened to that family, sucks and I’ve only known them for a few years, I can’t imagine what’s going on in your head right now.” There was a bit of concern in her voice, "I know you haven’t been sleeping right lately, and I know you use work to focus on things and sort of make everything else disappear for a bit, but you need to focus on you. If nothing else, think of the kids, I mean, how long are we expected to keep the charade up? They’re smart...well, Pheebs is smart,” deviously cunning was more the right word as she continued her handiwork.
"Look...you’ve been running ragged lately, and those kids have gone from a daily habit of having their little friend over for two years, to suddenly zilch; they know somethin’ ain’t right. RIght now, they need you, more than ever and if taking time off means helping them will lead a way to helping you, I think it’s worth it.”
Placing her makeup sponge down, Ana turned her body towards her friend, her voice lowering, saddening, “It feels like February all over again.” The month that Ophelia committed suicide. “I could’ve stopped that, y’know. There were signs. Like the last time I saw her was a plea for help, but I was too focused on me. What if this is the same shit? Like I could’ve stopped Roddy from doing something stupid?” Truthfully, she was a terrible friend and if anything, she probably only made their personal lives worse by never being there for them like they were for her.
Ade continued to listen while finishing the surgery, making one last incision and snip she inspected the bunny. It smelled a little off and was a bit sticky and gooey from Charlie sobbing all over it, but nothing that a bath in the washer couldn’t fix. Lowering the plushie next to Ana’s hand, she briskly moved over it to grab it consolingly, clasping her other hand over it, "Babe, you can’t keep blaming yourself for that,” Ade looked her in the eyes, "Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda, Life. Happens. People make choices all the time and sometimes we have no idea why they made them, but we can’t go and blame ourselves for other people’s actions.” She let that hang in the air for a moment, her eyes fixated on the stressed woman in front of her. "If you really believe that though, that you could’ve done somethin’ better back then, then do somethin’ better now. Not just as your nanny, but as your friend, take a break and I’m not askin’,” she shook her head a little, her voice becoming a little more serious, "I’m tellin’, be here for yourself, for your children and for that family.”
Ade had a point, but it was hard to not feel like she didn’t fail. Her job dealt with the truth and fighting someone’s case. Yet, when it came to her own personal relations, all that went out the door. Logic didn’t seem to exist. “Fine. I doubt you’ll take no for an answer, even if you know I’ll do what I want regardless of what anyone says,” Like mother, like daughter. “I will ‘take a break’. Whatever the hell that means. Now.” She checked herself once more in the mirror. One last thing. She applied maroon lipstick on, before adding, “Let’s feed the monsters, before they actually become monsters.” More so Phoebe than Charles.
“What actually happened, anyways?”
"I think I’ve got a few ideas on how to help you out with ‘taking a break’” Ade smiled with a wink before taking the bunny to the laundry basket, tossing it in and hefting it up. "As for what happened,” she shrugged, "Hell if I know, my guess, Phoebe being a brat again...speaking of which…” she trailed off as she started downstairs, "Pheebs! Whatchu want for lunch?!” “You know what I like… old lady. SLOPPY JOES, DUH.” "Great! Fish Sticks it is!” her voice echoed.
“You will pay...”
“The kids need to eat,” she added. The tone of her voice was enough to display that the bosswoman wasn’t in the best mood. She started her morning off thinking too much, and now she had to consider her friend’s and her sister’s words. Was taking a break worth the leisure? Having too much free time simply meant Ana couldn’t keep herself busy from thinking about unnecessary things. Things that made her feel insufficient and depressed. “Give me a few.” It was time to change and get her engine started. Put the smile on that everyone loved. Be a good, friendly neighbor and give her condolences.
Meanwhile, outside, Charles threw his toy water gun on the ground, Maya’s bunny plushie leaned against the tree. The tree with a tire swing on it, “This isn’t fun.” He pouted, sitting on the floor and grabbing his friend’s stuffed animal, one of many, and placing it on his lap. “You’re too big and too fast. And win all the time. It’s no fun.” Charlie wasn’t very confident in his abilities to take down his sister, which is why he liked Maya as his partner. They both were capable of taking her down. Together.
“Aw come on, Choo Choo.” Phoebe picked up his tiny water gun and tried to be a cowboy with her toy, and his, attempting to twirl it in her fingers like the movies, “You should try harder! Giving up just makes you lame.”
“I’m not lame! Mommy says I’m special and wonderful.” He possessively hugged the doll. “I just want my friend!” He defended his honor. There was nothing wrong with missing his friend. Phoebe was just being a big meanie. She should be missing Maya too!
Rolling her eyes, she slipped the toy guns in her mother’s belt, that was wrapped around her thin waist, and made her way to her brother, “Give me that, Choo Choo.” She tried pulling the bunny away from him, by the ears. “Mommy said she’s on a trip! You need to stop being a baby.”
“No! Stop it!” Charlie used all the force in the world so Phoebe could not take the bunny from him. Fortunately, Maya’s favorite teddy bear was on her bed, across the street. This was her second favorite stuffed animal named Brownie that she and Charlie shared. “You’re going to hide Brownie from me! Stop it, Phoebe! Leave Brownie alone!” Phoebe aggressively yanked the bunny out of her brother’s hands, but it was rewarded with the sound of a rip. The bunny’s head slightly hanged off and its stuffing seeped out.
The waterworks started and Charlie screamed. Phoebe immediately regretted everything and tried to calm him down. “Shuuush. Be quiet, will you! I’ll fix it, Charlie. Don’t cry!” He got up, pushing his sister away in the process, and picking up the wounded bunny. He started to run. “Choo Choo, I’m sorrryyy! Don’t tell mommy! Where are you going?!” He was trying to open the gate to tell the Reeses what his sister did. He was too tiny to reach the latch. His sister was a horrible person.
As per usual it was all business with Ana, and she sounded even grumpier than usual, most likely to do with the current situation at the Reese estate. “Got it boss! Well, time to make some money, honey, and what better way to do that than by making a quick and nutritious meal. Adelaid had some plans to concoct some new meals for the kids, but those were more suited towards dinner time, right now, it was more like chicken nuggies and mac & cheese time. Heading to the kitchen, she was just about to put the flowers in the vase before a blood curdling scream emanated from the backyard, nearly making Ade drop the bouquet right then and there. 'Annnnnd this is how my day starts,' she thought, sighing and shaking her head.
Carefully she placed the flowers in the vase and started making her way to the sliding door that lead to the backyard. In most cases, whether you’re a parent or a caretaker, whenever a child screams it's usually because tragedy struck, like they fell out of a tree or something. In Adelaid's experience, it was usually because Phoebe was being a brat to her brother, and while she wasn’t running like the four winds were at her back, she did stride out with purpose. "Alright you two, what’s going on out here?!” Her voice was raised, carrying out her authority without being angry or too loud. Thus the scene unfolded as such, Adelaid with her hands on her hips, head cocked and eyebrow raised her gaze sharp and discerning, whilst Charlie was still trying at the gate, and Phoebe looking like she was about to shit bricks. She walked her way over to Charlie, a quick gaze to Phoebe as if to say, what did you do now? before returning her attention to Charlie, a blubbering mess. Once in front of him, she crouched down, eye level to the tearful boy, her gaze calm and with a gentle smile on her face asked, "What’s wrong Charlie? Why are you crying?”
Charlie couldn’t muster words. He tried to in between cries, but it was just a blubbering mess, so he lifted up Maya’s bunny and said the only thing he could say, “Dead.” While the nanny was preoccupied, Phoebe used this to get her actual mommy involved, to soften the blow. So. She scurried silently into the house. Regardless if Ade yelled for her to stop, she wasn’t going to. Phoebe was what you call a bad apple that did what she wanted.
As was tradition, whenever Charlie cried out wolf, Phoebe would slither away and seek asylum with mommy. Even if Adelaid told her to stop, she was too free spirited to listen to her and in a way it was kind of cute the way the kid reminded her of herself; a free spirited brat. Either way, one crisis at a time, as a nearly headless stuffed bunny, the one that Maya shared with him. Her smile faded into a more thoughtful one, she felt bad for the children, enduring through the white lie that had been fed to them, they must have missed their friend so badly. The moment passing, her smile resumed as she attempted to reassure the boy, a small giggle eliciting before stating, "Don’t worry baby, Brownie’s not dead, he’s just got a little booboo, that’s all!”
Grabbing Charlie from both sides, she hoisted him up into the crux of her arm and with her free hand, grabbed a handkerchief to wipe his eyes and nose; practically needed those on hand for him. "How about this? Let’s go inside and I’ll take Brownie to the bunny doctor, okay? And for being such a good friend and taking care of him, I think you deserve a little treat for lunch! How about...chicken nugget dinos and fries?” The tears lessened at the offering of nug dinos and french fries. He loved fries. Sniffling he nodded. Taking Brownie to the doctor will be good for her. Then when Maya came back home, she would know he was a good daddy. "Alright! First though, let’s go say hi to mommy, okay?”
“Mommy is going to be mad I’m crying. She never cries, so me crying is bad.” Charlie rubbed his face gently on the back of Brownie’s almost-falling-off-head, not realizing he was making it worse. That made Adelaid’s heart sting a little, if only he knew what Ana endured, the nights that Ade had to console the woman when she had too much to drink. Mommys had to be strong however, they couldn’t show that side of themselves, at first the thought of it was pure rubbish, but as the years went on, she understood why she couldn’t be that way around them. "Don’t worry baby, mommy’s not gonna be mad, she’s gonna be so proud of you for taking care of Brownie, now come on, let’s go inside.” With that, she made her way back into the house, package and all. Phoebe on the other hand, she’d deal with later, there were other...tortures she could put her through that didn’t involve a silver suppository.
Inside her bedroom now, Ana rummaged through her clothes in her closet, deciding what she should wear. Should she wear one of her classy formal suits? Probably not. She wasn’t working today. Pulling out a blue summer maxi dress she stared at it for a bit, until shaking her head. She wasn’t feeling that either. Before she came to any decision, her daughter came rushing into the master bedroom, “MOMMY! Choo Choo isn’t being a big boy and he’s trying to get me in trouble.”
Ana narrowed her eyes. Phoebe knew better than to run into her bedroom like that. “One second. Mommy’s kinda getting dressed.” Poking her head into the closet, seeing her nakey mom, well her mommy was in a bra and panty, but she was still nakey, Phoebe suggested, “Wear the last dress you wore when you went out with Mrs. Reese! It looks very pretty on you. Pink looks pretty on you.” Her daughter wasn’t going to give her space, was she?
Fine.
Choosing the dress she wore the day before Ophelia committed suicide, and her white jean jacket, with brown boots, Ana made a couple of glances towards her naughty daughter, who was gawking at her. Most likely glad to still see her mother home. This was one of her dresses she wore in college, but hey, it still fit her. Didn’t make her look her age though. Nothing really helped with her looking older. Even when she tried to be more conservative, it simply looked like a twenty year old trying to be taken seriously, but failing. That’s where her words come in. Once she opens her mouth, people know she isn’t some ‘dumb blonde’.
“Are you going to tell me what happened or will I have to get the spoon involved?”
“No!” Phoebe defensively yelled back. Rarely did Ana discipline her children but when it was needed, the spoon got involved. The enemy in this household. “No wooden spoon is needed, mommy.” Note to self, hide it. Hide that damn spoon. “We were just playing and Brownie got caught on the tree and broke!” Phoebe lied. If there was one thing that was NOT going to happen was her getting spanking! She would run away if that happened. Absolutely run away!
“Is that so? What else happened?” The mother calmly responded, as she went to her vanity, grabbing her brush and quickly taming her hair down.
“Charlie keeps talking about Maya. When are they coming back anyways? I can’t keep him happy by myself!” Through the mirror, Ana stared at the death glare that her daughter was giving her. Persistent and with a point. Ana didn’t know how to answer her daughter’s question...
"Knock, knock!” As if the angels had descended down from heaven, Adelaid appeared in the doorway to Ana’s bedroom, a much more calm Charlie in her hands. Scanning the room, she found thing #2 and made it a point to give her an extra cheery smile before lowering the young boy to the ground. "Hey Phoebe, why don’t you take your brother downstairs and play in the living room, lunch’ll be ready soon, okay?” There was a cheer in her voice sure, but there was intent in it, something that said I dare you to try and do anything different in front of Mommy. Turning to Charlie, Adelaid extended her hand, "I can take Brownie to the bunny doctor, okay? Don’t worry, I’ll be extra gentle with her.”
As much as Phoebe wanted to sass the nanny out, and trust me, she had a lot of comebacks, she decided to hold her tongue and pay her respect later. “Fine.” Just you wait old lady! You’re messin with the wrong villain. Yes, Phoebe was already plotting up something to set Ade’s world on FIRE. Doom to the old fart!
“...okay, be very, very soft. And have the doctor give Brownie a lollipop.” Charlie released the plushie and looked toward his mommy, “I’m okay, mommy. I love you.”
Ana’s gaze softened at the scene, always respecting Ade’s way with her children. “I love you too, Choo Choo Charlie.” The boy beamed his dimpled smile at his mama, before Phoebe started tugging his hand to leave.
“Let’s go.” Before Phoebe left, she met her dark gaze with the nanny’s, equally challenging her. She didn’t like the nanny. One day, the nanny would go. After a minute or two, the kids left to play downstairs.
“Fun start?” Ana teased, going back to brushing her hair.
Adelaid watched as the kids bolted downstairs and as soon as they were out of earshot, she looked back to Ana, "Ah, you know how it is,” grunting a little as she stood up, "Just looking after another casualty of war and what not.” Casually making her way over to one of the dressers, she retrieved a small sewing kit from one of the top drawers, selected an appropriate color to match Brownie’s fur, then planted herself on the vanity next to Ana. Threading the needle she got to work on reattaching a nearly decapitated bunny head. This wasn’t her first one either, Phoebe was rather rough on her toys, or more appropriately, her brother’s toys. While some would say that she showed her playthings lots of love, Adelaid would say she was just being a brat, not an issue so long as it didn’t go too far, but it did cause some kinks in the cog.
While working, her eyes wandered over to her boss, she did look rather gorgeous in that dress and couldn’t help but express it, "Damn Momma, you lookin’ fine today, got a hot date or something?” Adelaid couldn’t help but laugh a little.
“I wished.” Ana chuckled back. “The little devil herself chose this outfit. I guess I have nothing better to do, so might as well look like I got it all together. Amiright?” Placing her brush down, she started applying light makeup under and around her eyes for the apparent dark circles. “Griffon and Lyla left me messages. I’ll call them back eventually. They want me to… not work.” In short, yeah, that was what their messages were about.
Ade raised an eyebrow, her needlework stopping, "You? On vacation? Since when did pigs start flying,” She laughed a little harder this time, before going back to her operation, eyes softening, "But for real hun...it's not a bad idea to take a little time off and get yourself squared away.” She stopped and placed the half finished plushie on the vanity, looking at Ana. "What happened to that family, sucks and I’ve only known them for a few years, I can’t imagine what’s going on in your head right now.” There was a bit of concern in her voice, "I know you haven’t been sleeping right lately, and I know you use work to focus on things and sort of make everything else disappear for a bit, but you need to focus on you. If nothing else, think of the kids, I mean, how long are we expected to keep the charade up? They’re smart...well, Pheebs is smart,” deviously cunning was more the right word as she continued her handiwork.
"Look...you’ve been running ragged lately, and those kids have gone from a daily habit of having their little friend over for two years, to suddenly zilch; they know somethin’ ain’t right. RIght now, they need you, more than ever and if taking time off means helping them will lead a way to helping you, I think it’s worth it.”
Placing her makeup sponge down, Ana turned her body towards her friend, her voice lowering, saddening, “It feels like February all over again.” The month that Ophelia committed suicide. “I could’ve stopped that, y’know. There were signs. Like the last time I saw her was a plea for help, but I was too focused on me. What if this is the same shit? Like I could’ve stopped Roddy from doing something stupid?” Truthfully, she was a terrible friend and if anything, she probably only made their personal lives worse by never being there for them like they were for her.
Ade continued to listen while finishing the surgery, making one last incision and snip she inspected the bunny. It smelled a little off and was a bit sticky and gooey from Charlie sobbing all over it, but nothing that a bath in the washer couldn’t fix. Lowering the plushie next to Ana’s hand, she briskly moved over it to grab it consolingly, clasping her other hand over it, "Babe, you can’t keep blaming yourself for that,” Ade looked her in the eyes, "Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda, Life. Happens. People make choices all the time and sometimes we have no idea why they made them, but we can’t go and blame ourselves for other people’s actions.” She let that hang in the air for a moment, her eyes fixated on the stressed woman in front of her. "If you really believe that though, that you could’ve done somethin’ better back then, then do somethin’ better now. Not just as your nanny, but as your friend, take a break and I’m not askin’,” she shook her head a little, her voice becoming a little more serious, "I’m tellin’, be here for yourself, for your children and for that family.”
Ade had a point, but it was hard to not feel like she didn’t fail. Her job dealt with the truth and fighting someone’s case. Yet, when it came to her own personal relations, all that went out the door. Logic didn’t seem to exist. “Fine. I doubt you’ll take no for an answer, even if you know I’ll do what I want regardless of what anyone says,” Like mother, like daughter. “I will ‘take a break’. Whatever the hell that means. Now.” She checked herself once more in the mirror. One last thing. She applied maroon lipstick on, before adding, “Let’s feed the monsters, before they actually become monsters.” More so Phoebe than Charles.
“What actually happened, anyways?”
"I think I’ve got a few ideas on how to help you out with ‘taking a break’” Ade smiled with a wink before taking the bunny to the laundry basket, tossing it in and hefting it up. "As for what happened,” she shrugged, "Hell if I know, my guess, Phoebe being a brat again...speaking of which…” she trailed off as she started downstairs, "Pheebs! Whatchu want for lunch?!” “You know what I like… old lady. SLOPPY JOES, DUH.” "Great! Fish Sticks it is!” her voice echoed.
“You will pay...”
Her mother warned her to not drink one of her energy drinks until she absolutely needed one. Usually, around night time when they had unexpected visitors and she was rudely shaken awake by frantic humans — because let's be real, Eden Carter could sleep. Only if circumstances allowed it (if only). For about six months, though? Nah. Sleep was not a thing. Sleep was for the dead, literally! Every day on Zombieland meant another day of hyping yourself up to survive and stay awake, to find some silver lining at the end of this forever pestilence ridden age. Eden's silver lining? The little things. Like her now empty can that gave her a Redline energy boost. A can her mom could use for storage or a lantern or something, but something she was using to play with, like a hacky sack.
They had come to a stop and rather than bother all these people she barely knew, she juggled the can with her feet, legs, and knees. There were only a handful of people she'd go out of her way to try and communicate with. That of an old historian (he actually knew ASL, so that was dope), a little girl that was the daughter of the 'big man' (he who was named after a Scooby Do character), and the other being a farmer family of three. She had yet to find a reason to click with the others and right now she wasn't in the mood to achieve her month goal, which was to make a new friend. Maybe she'd just make the dog her friend and check that off her list...
The usefulness of her opinions and thoughts weren't useful at all when there were all these adults, all with their own ideals of how they'd deal with 'circumstances'. A giant melting pot of people that wanted to live as long as they can. Nothing new. Some thinking they knew better than others, some not thinking at all. They've grown in size, which had yet led to a disaster. That was good! Right?
Eden chose not to assume the worst when the worst had yet to happen. Things could always get bad and more bad. Death was everywhere!
And yet here they all were, still alive. Who would've thought they'd last this long? The world may never know!
Too bad they weren't cats, then they'd have nine lives, but if they were, they'd be the perfect species for experimentation. Eden's theory to this epidemic is a science experiment that went wrong, like damn Resident Evil. Why else did it spread so fast? Because it was God plaguing them with his hate and rage? Ha. Hilarious.
Even if she had a good idea, she was seen as a liability and too young to have something worth saying. That deaf girl, amiright? So. She'd be exactly the way they expected her to be, a kid. Ignorance was truly bliss. She will say if they didn't find shelter by nightfall, they'd join the walking dead, by being zombified because of sleep deprivation. Unless most of the adults were like her mom who had a futile tussle of conflicting thoughts that kept her up, which honestly could be the case, since some of these people undoubtedly had PTSD after D-day. The day that changed it all. Happy death day!
Her mom seemed to somewhat like Freddie Jones and his gang, so if her mom trusted they'd find a resting zone by nightfall, she would too. Eden didn't mind the exercise but the only people she noticed that had caffeine, on their person, was her and her mom, and they were running low. Or, she was. Oh well! In this moment, none of that mattered. She was fired up, trying to keep the can up for as long as possible, behind the adults being adults. Where was her mom anyways? Probably lurking near everyone, trying to find out what's going on in brooding silence. Her mom was good at going unnoticed. Quiet, like a ninja, but with a crossbow instead of knifes like KT carried.
She, on the other hand?
Eden caught the can with her hand, threw it high in the air, and when it came back down, she kicked it with reckless abandon, accidentally darting it to the hulk's head @BeastofDestiny. Ah, man. Her mom was going to get pissed.
They had come to a stop and rather than bother all these people she barely knew, she juggled the can with her feet, legs, and knees. There were only a handful of people she'd go out of her way to try and communicate with. That of an old historian (he actually knew ASL, so that was dope), a little girl that was the daughter of the 'big man' (he who was named after a Scooby Do character), and the other being a farmer family of three. She had yet to find a reason to click with the others and right now she wasn't in the mood to achieve her month goal, which was to make a new friend. Maybe she'd just make the dog her friend and check that off her list...
The usefulness of her opinions and thoughts weren't useful at all when there were all these adults, all with their own ideals of how they'd deal with 'circumstances'. A giant melting pot of people that wanted to live as long as they can. Nothing new. Some thinking they knew better than others, some not thinking at all. They've grown in size, which had yet led to a disaster. That was good! Right?
Eden chose not to assume the worst when the worst had yet to happen. Things could always get bad and more bad. Death was everywhere!
- In the sky: those vultures making her feel like 'somebody's watching me'. No one got privacy. Ever.
- In the water: please, why else were they running low? People died in those rivers, duh.
- In each other: Yeah, there was probably someone in this group that would use her as a meat shield if they could. Trust was earned and as far as she was concerned, it was her and mama versus hell itself.
Too bad they weren't cats, then they'd have nine lives, but if they were, they'd be the perfect species for experimentation. Eden's theory to this epidemic is a science experiment that went wrong, like damn Resident Evil. Why else did it spread so fast? Because it was God plaguing them with his hate and rage? Ha. Hilarious.
Even if she had a good idea, she was seen as a liability and too young to have something worth saying. That deaf girl, amiright? So. She'd be exactly the way they expected her to be, a kid. Ignorance was truly bliss. She will say if they didn't find shelter by nightfall, they'd join the walking dead, by being zombified because of sleep deprivation. Unless most of the adults were like her mom who had a futile tussle of conflicting thoughts that kept her up, which honestly could be the case, since some of these people undoubtedly had PTSD after D-day. The day that changed it all. Happy death day!
Her mom seemed to somewhat like Freddie Jones and his gang, so if her mom trusted they'd find a resting zone by nightfall, she would too. Eden didn't mind the exercise but the only people she noticed that had caffeine, on their person, was her and her mom, and they were running low. Or, she was. Oh well! In this moment, none of that mattered. She was fired up, trying to keep the can up for as long as possible, behind the adults being adults. Where was her mom anyways? Probably lurking near everyone, trying to find out what's going on in brooding silence. Her mom was good at going unnoticed. Quiet, like a ninja, but with a crossbow instead of knifes like KT carried.
She, on the other hand?
Eden caught the can with her hand, threw it high in the air, and when it came back down, she kicked it with reckless abandon, accidentally darting it to the hulk's head @BeastofDestiny. Ah, man. Her mom was going to get pissed.
In the white escalade, her mama's carpool vehicle, Truly Bliss sat in the passenger seat, buckled and all, twiddling with her hands. This was actually happening. She was going to face her husband and reveal that she WAS the girl who wrote the creepy love letter. Staying unusually quiet, as she wide-eyed gawked at her galaxy skirt, her outfit suiting the 'Star Wars' theme by having stars, the small ginger waited for her inevitable doom. As she waited for her mother to find out more, because that's what Melody did, she pried, True recalled some of the advice that was told to her from her brother prior to leaving the O'Connor driveway.
don’t suck him off on the first date
That makes you a thot
imagine what you think I’d do
then don’t do that
make sure that there’s no unwanted
butt touching
It gets slimey, you know?
if you wanna touch him, then touch him
just don’t thot it up
put out on the second date.
and whatever you do,
do not invite him over
and remember, spitters are quitters.
'Spitters are quitters' True stared into space, literally, as her mind tried to prepare her for her first date with the love of her life.
"So." Oh man. Here it came. The interrogation. It always started with 'so'. All they needed was a blinding light in the freshman's face and this would be perfect. For Melody, not True. True watched her mother's face through her peripheral vision, biting the bottom of her lip, waiting with her tiny body full of nerves. If the date didn't make her nervous enough, here she was being SCRUTINIZED by her MOTHER! Even before Melody said anything more!
On contrary, Melody didn't ask her question first. First, she tapped her daughter's knee and chided, "Don't bite your lip. You're going to make it bleed. Here, put some of my lip gloss on." Still wide-eyed, True watched as her mother pushed her purse closer to her, signaling the location of the gloss.
"O-okay." Obediently, the littlest O'Connor rummaged through her mother's purse to get her light pink lip gloss out. Her mother should've been paying attention to the road, but she was too busy taking note of her rose-colored child. After bringing the sun visor down, with a mirror attached, of course, True carefully and with complete focus applied the lip gloss. 'Don't fuck it up! These lips are for him.'
Melody waited patiently for her daughter to finish her business, but once she was, the demand (not question) came in, like a raging bull, "Tell me more about this... Wyatt kid. That's his name, right?"
"How..." No, don't ask. Finding out how her mom discovered his name would only make her uncomfortable. There was a place True got her skill of detailed research from. That place was probably in the form of her mother... who was a person, not a place. "I, uh, met him at school."
"I figured as much, Truly." Melody's finger started tapping on the wheel, obvious signs she was getting impatient and may do something irrational when they arrived.
"It was briefly! But he was... nice. And I gained a crush on him. He's, uh..." Was this something her mother needed to know? Probably not, but she was going to tell her anyways! "He's in Damian's year. Not a freshman. But is in a vastly different clique than big brother! The burners. But, like just because he isn't one of the big dogs doesn't mean he isn't a big dog to me."
"Big dog?" The mother in the car raised an eyebrow.
"What?" True slipped the lipgloss in her dress pocket, crossed her arms, and gave her mother a perplexed look, which was enough to confirm there was no perversion in this story. Yet. Melody gave a sigh of relief.
What was her mother implying?! True puffed her cheeks. She wasn't like her and daddy. She didn't have an Alpha. Sure, Wyatt was her possession, but it was MORE than that. If anything, she was his bride and his number one priority! "...okay, well, he works at Wheels N Deelz, offered to teach me how to skate. By the way, mommy. I want a skateboard."
"Why don't you get your boyfriend to buy you one, hm?" Melody teasingly chuckled and it only worsened when she noticed True's cheeks beaming rosy red. Her baby was so cute.
"Mom. I-can't-do-that. I... how do I even ask?!"
"Easy. Just ask and he'll tell you what he wants in return."
"What-if-he-doesn't-want-anything-in-return?!?!" True was squirming in her seat. How could she possibly ask her beloved for a gift?! She was his servant! Not the other way around.
"Then aren't you a lucky girl. Now, back to the main topic. Mama needs to know if you'll need guidance tonight, so I have to know what this boy is like." Melody rested her left hand on her chest, with such a motherly need and desire, while her right hand stood on the wheel. Her mother was good at this... too good. How could she possibly withhold anything from her?!
"No, no. I don't need guidance mommy. I promise he's a good boy. He loves dogs and he attends film club, so he isn't like not active at school!" Use the big guns, True. Win your mom's approval. "Oh, and his family is like super duper rich. You actually read one of his dads' books... last name Durand."
"Oh my —"
"Yes exactly! I know how to pick them, right? Right?" True was getting increasingly excited. Maybe she should invite him over! Not allowing her mother to finish her words, True chirped, forgetting the whole spiel of Damian saying 'do not invite him over', "You want to meet him later? Like after the date? Maybe? Maybe he'd be okay with coming over! I mean... is that too bold? Should I not?"
As much as Melody wanted to geek about all the help books that really gave her a peace of mind, or that Wyatt's other father did work on a couple of people she knew, Melody had to focus on her daughter needing her to succeed and capture the flag! The flag being a Durand. Yes, yes. "Baby, if there's anything I've taught you since you could make an impression, like James Swartz said—"
"Who?"
"Don't worry about it, he's dead." A lot of people she referenced were dead... "Anyways, let me get a word in gosh dammit!" Slapping the wheel, Melody blew her bangs in frustration. Why was her daughter so... so... so like her?!
"Heh, sorry."
"Fortune favors the bold, my darling Truly Bliss. My only daughter. My beautiful, naive, sophisticated, newborn baby." She just quoted Parks and Rec... "Go get him tiger, and don't hold back! If there's one thing I regret, it's not chasing your father sooner. I didn't really make him mine until junior year and it was more like I was at the mall with Rhett."
"Mr. Aspen?"
"Yes, or what we called him back in the day, Rex. We had a school project or something, or I just dragged him to the mall because he never took a break and then... by fate, or by him being pure evil, your father was there too. And I was finally seen, so I had to do something about it." True nodded at her mother's story intensely, finding parallels in her own love story. Like mother, like daughter. Recently, she was seen too. This was uncanny! "I had two options. Say bye and let him keep fucking other girls, because god your father was such a manwhore."
"Hey like Damian!"
Melody's left eye twitched momentarily, before she proceeded, "... Or I could show him I'm the best girl he could ever be with. I chose the latter and now we're married." Pulling up in front of Captains Cuddles, Melody shifted her body more towards True and happily gleamed, "Be the best girl, because you know you are. Claim what's your's and don't let anyone ever take that away from you."
"Aye, aye captain!" With seriousness on her face, True saluted her mother, really liking the moment they shared. The conversation kept her so wrapped up in it that she forgot all about her anxiety of fucking things up with her lover!
"Now, are you sure you don't want me to come with you? I can." Melody put the car on park, forcibly, and looked at True expectantly.
"No-it's-okay-I-got-this." Leaning forward, True kissed her mom on the cheek and then ESCAPED, before her mother actually did come along for the date. "Bye mommy, love you!"
"LOVE YOU MORE! REMEMBER SKATEBOARD AND INVITE OVER."
"OKAY." The door shut closed. Melody watched the backside of her daughter's red hair bounce, while the tiny little thing scurried into the building. Pulling out a handkerchief in the center console, she lightly dabbed her cheeks. Tears gracefully and gently slithering down. "My beautiful, tropical fish. They grow up so fast." Pausing in position, Melody narrowed her eyes. Why was Parks and Rec on her mind? After a moment of confusion, having not marathoned that show in a long while, she glanced up to see if True was still there. Melody couldn't help but crack a smile when she noticed True on the other side of the glass door death glaring her, and animatedly shooing her away, "I suppose I'll go meet the family for dinner now." As she drove off, another thought came to mind...
A sigh of relief left True's lips when her mother drove off.
Okay, now she needed to hide.
... "Where's her glasses?"
don’t suck him off on the first date
That makes you a thot
imagine what you think I’d do
then don’t do that
make sure that there’s no unwanted
butt touching
It gets slimey, you know?
if you wanna touch him, then touch him
just don’t thot it up
put out on the second date.
and whatever you do,
do not invite him over
and remember, spitters are quitters.
'Spitters are quitters' True stared into space, literally, as her mind tried to prepare her for her first date with the love of her life.
"So." Oh man. Here it came. The interrogation. It always started with 'so'. All they needed was a blinding light in the freshman's face and this would be perfect. For Melody, not True. True watched her mother's face through her peripheral vision, biting the bottom of her lip, waiting with her tiny body full of nerves. If the date didn't make her nervous enough, here she was being SCRUTINIZED by her MOTHER! Even before Melody said anything more!
On contrary, Melody didn't ask her question first. First, she tapped her daughter's knee and chided, "Don't bite your lip. You're going to make it bleed. Here, put some of my lip gloss on." Still wide-eyed, True watched as her mother pushed her purse closer to her, signaling the location of the gloss.
"O-okay." Obediently, the littlest O'Connor rummaged through her mother's purse to get her light pink lip gloss out. Her mother should've been paying attention to the road, but she was too busy taking note of her rose-colored child. After bringing the sun visor down, with a mirror attached, of course, True carefully and with complete focus applied the lip gloss. 'Don't fuck it up! These lips are for him.'
Melody waited patiently for her daughter to finish her business, but once she was, the demand (not question) came in, like a raging bull, "Tell me more about this... Wyatt kid. That's his name, right?"
"How..." No, don't ask. Finding out how her mom discovered his name would only make her uncomfortable. There was a place True got her skill of detailed research from. That place was probably in the form of her mother... who was a person, not a place. "I, uh, met him at school."
"I figured as much, Truly." Melody's finger started tapping on the wheel, obvious signs she was getting impatient and may do something irrational when they arrived.
"It was briefly! But he was... nice. And I gained a crush on him. He's, uh..." Was this something her mother needed to know? Probably not, but she was going to tell her anyways! "He's in Damian's year. Not a freshman. But is in a vastly different clique than big brother! The burners. But, like just because he isn't one of the big dogs doesn't mean he isn't a big dog to me."
"Big dog?" The mother in the car raised an eyebrow.
"What?" True slipped the lipgloss in her dress pocket, crossed her arms, and gave her mother a perplexed look, which was enough to confirm there was no perversion in this story. Yet. Melody gave a sigh of relief.
What was her mother implying?! True puffed her cheeks. She wasn't like her and daddy. She didn't have an Alpha. Sure, Wyatt was her possession, but it was MORE than that. If anything, she was his bride and his number one priority! "...okay, well, he works at Wheels N Deelz, offered to teach me how to skate. By the way, mommy. I want a skateboard."
"Why don't you get your boyfriend to buy you one, hm?" Melody teasingly chuckled and it only worsened when she noticed True's cheeks beaming rosy red. Her baby was so cute.
"Mom. I-can't-do-that. I... how do I even ask?!"
"Easy. Just ask and he'll tell you what he wants in return."
"What-if-he-doesn't-want-anything-in-return?!?!" True was squirming in her seat. How could she possibly ask her beloved for a gift?! She was his servant! Not the other way around.
"Then aren't you a lucky girl. Now, back to the main topic. Mama needs to know if you'll need guidance tonight, so I have to know what this boy is like." Melody rested her left hand on her chest, with such a motherly need and desire, while her right hand stood on the wheel. Her mother was good at this... too good. How could she possibly withhold anything from her?!
"No, no. I don't need guidance mommy. I promise he's a good boy. He loves dogs and he attends film club, so he isn't like not active at school!" Use the big guns, True. Win your mom's approval. "Oh, and his family is like super duper rich. You actually read one of his dads' books... last name Durand."
"Oh my —"
"Yes exactly! I know how to pick them, right? Right?" True was getting increasingly excited. Maybe she should invite him over! Not allowing her mother to finish her words, True chirped, forgetting the whole spiel of Damian saying 'do not invite him over', "You want to meet him later? Like after the date? Maybe? Maybe he'd be okay with coming over! I mean... is that too bold? Should I not?"
As much as Melody wanted to geek about all the help books that really gave her a peace of mind, or that Wyatt's other father did work on a couple of people she knew, Melody had to focus on her daughter needing her to succeed and capture the flag! The flag being a Durand. Yes, yes. "Baby, if there's anything I've taught you since you could make an impression, like James Swartz said—"
"Who?"
"Don't worry about it, he's dead." A lot of people she referenced were dead... "Anyways, let me get a word in gosh dammit!" Slapping the wheel, Melody blew her bangs in frustration. Why was her daughter so... so... so like her?!
"Heh, sorry."
"Fortune favors the bold, my darling Truly Bliss. My only daughter. My beautiful, naive, sophisticated, newborn baby." She just quoted Parks and Rec... "Go get him tiger, and don't hold back! If there's one thing I regret, it's not chasing your father sooner. I didn't really make him mine until junior year and it was more like I was at the mall with Rhett."
"Mr. Aspen?"
"Yes, or what we called him back in the day, Rex. We had a school project or something, or I just dragged him to the mall because he never took a break and then... by fate, or by him being pure evil, your father was there too. And I was finally seen, so I had to do something about it." True nodded at her mother's story intensely, finding parallels in her own love story. Like mother, like daughter. Recently, she was seen too. This was uncanny! "I had two options. Say bye and let him keep fucking other girls, because god your father was such a manwhore."
"Hey like Damian!"
Melody's left eye twitched momentarily, before she proceeded, "... Or I could show him I'm the best girl he could ever be with. I chose the latter and now we're married." Pulling up in front of Captains Cuddles, Melody shifted her body more towards True and happily gleamed, "Be the best girl, because you know you are. Claim what's your's and don't let anyone ever take that away from you."
"Aye, aye captain!" With seriousness on her face, True saluted her mother, really liking the moment they shared. The conversation kept her so wrapped up in it that she forgot all about her anxiety of fucking things up with her lover!
"Now, are you sure you don't want me to come with you? I can." Melody put the car on park, forcibly, and looked at True expectantly.
"No-it's-okay-I-got-this." Leaning forward, True kissed her mom on the cheek and then ESCAPED, before her mother actually did come along for the date. "Bye mommy, love you!"
"LOVE YOU MORE! REMEMBER SKATEBOARD AND INVITE OVER."
"OKAY." The door shut closed. Melody watched the backside of her daughter's red hair bounce, while the tiny little thing scurried into the building. Pulling out a handkerchief in the center console, she lightly dabbed her cheeks. Tears gracefully and gently slithering down. "My beautiful, tropical fish. They grow up so fast." Pausing in position, Melody narrowed her eyes. Why was Parks and Rec on her mind? After a moment of confusion, having not marathoned that show in a long while, she glanced up to see if True was still there. Melody couldn't help but crack a smile when she noticed True on the other side of the glass door death glaring her, and animatedly shooing her away, "I suppose I'll go meet the family for dinner now." As she drove off, another thought came to mind...
A sigh of relief left True's lips when her mother drove off.
Okay, now she needed to hide.
... "Where's her glasses?"
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