Hey everyone! It's the story we've been waiting for! The Minion Sequel!

Alright, firstly, I want to apologize for my HUGE delay in writing. I was going to write last Friday, but my friends wanted me to film their Hunger Games parody and I got to act in it. (By the way, if I can get my Windows Movie Maker to work, I'll post it on YouTube and Tumblr.) And that alone took all day, and we did it again on Saturday, but rushed through it, seeing that everyone was getting fed up with each other. (Or at least, I was getting fed up with everyone, even my best friend.) And Sunday, I've just been lazy. Smh...

Anyways...

So, I hope this story is to everyone's liking. I have written another chapter, but I am currently dealing with writer's block. Plus, I have another story on mind that will make an appearance after this. And I will try to work with Fable of Death.

I also gotta deal with a bunch of angry 12 year olds later, but I will wash it away with a nice game of Left 4 Dead. I can't guarantee that I will update this story everyday, but I'll try my best.

To conclude, I need your guys' help. Basically, my writing teacher wants her students to start posting on public venues, such as Fanfiction. However, she doesn't really want Fanfiction; she wants original stories. So, I am going to be setting up my new account on fictionpress and I'll notify you all when I post an original story that you might want to read. (Keep in mind, I like to write fantasy.) More info soon to come. :)

Thank you so much and please enjoy! :D

"Honestly, Kenna..."

My dad's distinctive voice stirred me awake. As my eyes open, I took in the scene; I was lying on the couch in Keith's firm, protective hold. My dad stood above me, his face hard to read. Moonlight streamed through the windows, casting eerie shadows across the wall. Keith still slumbered quietly, keeping his grip on me.

"Oh," I said, smiling slightly. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. "Hey Dad. Mom said that if Keith and I slept in the living room..."

"He could stay," my dad finished for me. "Yes, I know. That was the rule for Daniel too, but he managed to bypass it once or twice. At least you're actually doing what you're told."

"I'm guessing you want us to move?" I asked quietly.

"Nah. It's two in the morning and you two have a flight in the afternoon."

I frowned, remembering the case Keith and I had to tackle this entire week. Keith was still against the idea, especially since my dad announced that we would be staying with his parents in Dell City, Texas. Keith insisted on a hotel room, explaining that it would be nearly impossible to temporarily live with his parents and his many siblings, but my dad simply ignored him.

"You should probably get some sleep," my dad continued, smiling. "Good night, Kenna." He began to walk off and stopped before stepping onto the stairs to get to his room. "I love you," he said quickly.

I smiled at him. My dad was considered a hero among the SFPD. They believed that he had never even shed tears before. But I've seen him shed those forgotten tears, change diapers and even play Princesses with Jay Lynn and I. To the department, my father was a tough leader who stood down to no one, but to me, he was a giant teddy-bear filled with love that he has yet to give.

"I love you too...Daddy," I responded and he smiled back towards me and disappeared up the stairs. I don't know where I'd be without him. I know I'd most likely be dead if my dad hadn't saved my mom from that one Astafy guy. My dad could have been killed when Daniel was just a baby, but our dog saved him.

I didn't learn much about that mutt who was responsible for rescuing my dad. My parents didn't like to talk about him, or even the dog's only son, who stood by my father's side until the day he was put down. I have very vague memories of this dog, but he died when I was around four.

I glanced back at Keith, who began to snore lightly. I laughed quietly and snuggled further into his protective hold. Since I don't officially work for the SFPD, my dad let Keith and I work together, even though we were dating.

I felt reality slowly drift away as another dream took over my brain.

Tomorrow I would be in Texas tracking down my best friend who happens to be a serial killer, and staying with my boyfriend's family. This is definitely going to get interesting...