My mother danced into the room-well, she walked into my bedroom happily. She looked over at me and she smiled softly about something. The smile she gave was totally unlike her and she usually never smiled for anything. Why? She wanted to kick me out of the house ever since I was thirteen and she hasn't smiled since I was a little kid.

"Guess what dear?" my mother asked me with a happy tone of voice and it kind of scared me. I noticed that her words were sugar coated and that made me sick.

"What?" I replied with a care in the word for what she was happy about. I guess acting lessons helped me out with saying things because my mother didn't know if I meant half the things I ever said to her.

She told me with a smile, "I met a blonde cutie at the park this morning! He was so nice to me and he recently got a divorced from his wife who looks like a Barbie doll! Plus, he is in a band and he is totally rich!"

The word rich caught my attention since my mother is a total good digger. I didn't like where this was going and I hoped that she would have left the rich alone and allow me to be. Seriously, I don't know how much longer I can deal with her and her rich boyfriends. They make me so sick with their fancy talk and their money flashing in my face. They are always trying to impress me.

I rolled my eyes and faked a smile. "He sounds like a keeper mother. Congrats!"

"Thanks Luna! He is coming over tonight and he can't wait to meet you sweetie! You better be on your best behavior when he comes over or you're going to get in trouble and have to stay in your room for several hours without a phone. Make sure to bring your 24 year old attitude with you," my mother told me in her most demanding voice.

I smiled and said, "I'm going to be so good mommy like I always am. I think you'll be happy to see me act the same as I usually do with your dates because I'm sweet."

"You're never sweet to my dates." She crossed her arms and did the angry mom face at me because she can. Well, she always has.

"You'll be surprised at how mature I can act mother! Seriously! I am the good girl around here," I told her smiling even bigger than I did before.

She turned her back to me and told me, "Just bring your good behavior with you and stay mature like you say you are. Got it?"

My mother exited the room and I watched her leave. I didn't understand her at all because she was so cold and harsh towards others. She also dreams of money and a life without me because I belong to my father but this man has changed her attitude so far. I don't like it at all.

Anyways, you know my first name is Luna but the full name is Luna Carson. I have a middle name but I keep that a secret since I totally hate it. When I say hate, I mean like I want to tear open my skin until I can see the bones of my body.

I have medium length black and violet hair since I dye my hair a ton. I am safe with it though so it's not like I am frying all my hair off. I wouldn't want to do that since it would be weird for me to walk around without hair on my head. I don't want to see a girl without hair but I already have.

My eye color is grey and it looks pretty with my natural complexion. I consider myself to be a natural beauty and someone that guys don't ask out. I love being me and no guy can really change that since most of them want sex and hot girls to call up. I'm not like that at all.

My mother is or was single since she divorced my dad for not being rich enough for her or even being hot enough for her. Plus, she claimed he didn't have the right vibe in the bedroom which caused me nightmares and other trauma. Anyways, I told you about how much she loves money and it is a total fact. She tried to force me into singing competitions and dancing competitions to get money but I can act better than I sing or dance.

"Honey!" my mother shouted at the type of her lungs and I swore her voice was making my ears bleed a bit. "He just called and said he is on his way! You better get ready to meet him or you butt is going to be on fire later."

"I'm going to get ready mother! I won't want to 'disappoint' your new rich man," I answered back with a smirk on my face but she can't even see that.

I bet she was frowning. "Luna! Quit messing around and just get ready! Please make sure you don't dress in anything to revealing since this guy is for me and not you."

I already knew that she wanted this man for herself and not for me. After all, he probably is an old man who is dying. She could easily get money that way but I better not tell her that since she would figure that out like in two thousand years if she is lucky enough to.

I walked into the bathroom after grabbing some clothes to wear so this guy wouldn't be too impressed with me. He probably has good taste in women but that is highly uncertain since he asked out my mother to our lovely little home. Why would a guy do that? Maybe he is a murderer looking to kill me and my mother and steal our money. Well, maybe that was a little too wrong.

I turned on the bathroom light with my right hand and stared at myself in the mirror. The average looking girl inside the mirror stared back with a cold expression on her face. I couldn't tell if it was because of all the happened to her in her life but it was something horrible.

"You look so sad." I frowned at the girl because I was sad.

I pulled out my shirt and replaced it with a grey t-shirt with a purple love heart that is broken on it. I love my sweat pants that I have on so I left them on my legs. After all, I have to feel comfortable in my own skin around my mother's date. I don't want to be uncomfortable or I won't be able to talk too well to the guy.

After dressing myself up, I applied violet eye shadow on and purple eyeliner. Then, I placed some blush on my face which was a faint pink and then some light pink lipstick. I made sure everything was applied nice and neat before leaving the bathroom.

"He is here Luna!" my mother shouted at the top of her lungs and I could have sworn they were popping from the lack of oxygen she was giving them after that.

"I'm on my way down!" I shouted.

I grabbed my cell phone and purposely set its volume on high so it'll interrupt any conversations I don't like so I don't have to talk about it anymore. I turned off my room light and ran down the stairs. I found my mother and smiled sweetly at her.

My mother looked me over and said, "You could have fixed up your hair a bit more. Maybe you can place your hair into a ponytail or something before we eat anything."

"I think she looks pretty good," said a male's voice I never head before and it sounded pretty young.

I looked over at where the voice came from and saw a blonde haired man with blue eyes. He had a black shirt on, sunglasses on top of his head, and pants that are grey and stylish. He flashed me a smile and I saw his white teeth. He seemed to be pretty handsome and youthful compared to my brown haired mother with grey eyes.

"My name is Christopher Irvine but please call me Chris," the man said holding his hand out to me and I shook it slowly.

"Luna Carson," I told him. "Just call me Luna."

I pulled my hand away and Chris looked over at my mother with a smile plastered onto his face. He seemed pretty happy to see her but something about him made me think he wasn't exactly happy to see her. I think he is looking for someone to marry or travel the world with.

"My daughter is so glad to meet you Chris. She has been talking about you for the last few minutes since I told her about you coming over. I even described you perfectly," she told him lying about how I reacted to the news he was coming over.

I shot a glare at Chris which made him know my feelings. "I am pretty sure she can't wait to travel the world with me and my band with you," he told my mother and I started to choke on the air I was breathing into my lungs.

"Traveling with him? I am not traveling with some I just met mother! That isn't right you know! Are you crazy or something? Did something smack you upside your thick skull?" I asked my mother with tons of rage and she just blinked her eyes. "Tell me what made you think I would want to travel with you guys? I didn't say I want to go all over the world with some old man and his bad, okay? I bet I can sing better than his 'band'."

Chris laughed. "We're going to talk about it over dinner, okay? I'm not really an old man you know Luna. I am only 41 years old," Chris confessed with a happy face.

This isn't right or normal. This is totally going to ruin my life and me trying to get into the acting field so I can impress people with some true talent. I need to avoid this or my mother is going to force me into having a step dad.

"Luna, this is only temporary. I could have moved Chris into our house or something to make it worse," my mother stated and I knew she was right.

I looked over at Chris and crossed my arms. "I want to hear what you both have to say and then we'll listen to what I have to say since it's important," I muttered out madly. "Plus, mother, I wonder when father is going to see me again then."

My mother winced at me mentioning my father around her and Chris's smile dropped instantly because it was totally fake and he couldn't keep up the charade any longer. Maybe that'll teach him not to mess around with my life. He knows he can't just walk in and do whatever he wants! Would he want someone to do that to him? I don't think so.

We finally gathered around the dining table and my mother made sure all the food was sitting on the table. I stared at my plate without any appetite and Chris took notice since he was staring at my plate with confusion and shock. I bet he thought I was starving myself to protest his appearance into my life.

"So, tell us a little more about you Chris," my mother said putting a spoonful of green beans on her plate and she did the same for mine since I didn't reach for anything

Chris nodded his head and said, "My favorite color is purple and I was a professional wrestler. I was on Dancing with the Stars but I didn't win it but I'm a good dancer. I am the lead singer of the band Fozzy and I have made several albums already. Plus, I have three kids."

I laughed and said, "You must suck at everything you do because I never heard of you! I guess you can't do anything really well."

"I wrote two books so I must be good at something," he told me and my mother smirked at what he told me. He added, "Besides, I won several world titles already and I have sounds thousands of albums."

I glared at Chris and my mother. "I don't really care about anything you do Chris. I want you to jump of a bridge and die or maybe get in a car crash. I really don't care about the circumstances but I do wish you would die instantly. You are ruining my life and making my mother money happy again!"

Chris rolled his eyes and he began to eat quietly and so did my mother. I watched and I just stared at the hot food on my plate without feeling anything for it. I didn't want to eat so I didn't have to eat. No one could force me to eat.

"Eat up dear because you aren't getting anything else to eat," my mother said shoving a pile of green beans into her mouth. Like I care mommy dearest.

I got up from the table and picked up my plate. I walked over to Chris and dumped my hot food on to his lap with a twisted smile on my face. I told him, "I hope you can end up loving my behavior my soon to be daddy dearest."

I ran upstairs as my mother shouted, "GET BACK HERE LUNA!"

I closed my room door and slid my back against the door. I began to cry and I knew it was because I wanted my real father to be here with me and not some random blonde hair freak from the park. I didn't understand why life had to be so unfair.

I cried for several minutes before someone knocked on my door. "Who is it?" I asked wondering who it was since I had two people who hated my guts in the house.

"It's Chris," the voice replied and I knew it was Chris. "Can you open the door? Please?"

After thinking about it for several minutes, I opened the door and allowed Chris in. I looked him over and I could see his pants were cleaned now from rubbing water against the mess I made. He probably hated me right now and I wanted that but in my heart I didn't.

"What do you want?" I asked wiping my face using my hands. Makeup rubbed off onto my hands but I didn't care.

Chris told me, "I wanted to see how you were holding up. I know how hard a divorce can be on someone's life and how dating parents can hurt their children."

"Then why mess with my life Chris? Why run into my life and ruin it so you can just get laid or something?" I asked with frustration in my voice. "Why did you have to pick my mother and not someone else's mother?"

"I don't know..." he muttered out and he added, "I guess that is how the world wanted it. God wants this and I have no idea why yet."

I looked away from him and said, "Just go away and leave me be. I need to be alone forever."

"No! Don't speak like that!" Chris shouted at me as if he was my dad. He wanted to be in control but his yelling isn't making him in control at all. It's only going to make me yell back.

I slapped him across his face and shouted, "You aren't my father and you never will be, okay? So go away and kill yourself!"

Chris grabbed me by shoulders and told me, "I'm not trying to be your dad. I am just trying to be the adult here and going on tour with me and my band will help you get along with me better. Don't you agree about that Luna?"

"No."

"But you have to say yes for your mother," he said.

I laughed. "You think she gives a crap about me Chris? Do you really think she is going to care if I say no or yes to this trip? No! She only gives a crap about money and her looks. That's why she divorced my father if you haven't figured it out! She is a man-eater and I do hope she eats you since you're nothing more than a spineless pig!"

Chris stared at me for a second and then he pulled something out of his pocket. It was a golden locket and he opened it up and showed me the contents inside it. I saw three blonde hair kids smiling and they were totally looking at the camera that took the picture.

"These are your kids' right?" I asked him and he nodded. I was calm now and I felt sorry for the kids in the picture since they probably wanted to see their daddy right now.

Chris nodded his head and he said, "They are with their mother now since I'm doing tours and what not. I haven't seen them in a few months and I know they are missing me like crazy. I know how it feels to miss someone a lot."

"We're two different people Chris. I missing my dad and you are missing your kids," I stated. "We're missing two different things."

"Not really." Chris closed the locket and he placed it around my neck.

"Why are you giving me this?" I asked.

Chris told me, "I want you to look at their picture when you feel sad and imagine how they are feeling compared to you. I want you to see that they suffer more than you do since they don't have a dad to hang out with and to take them fishing or something cool."

I choked on my tears and Chris closed my bedroom door and locked it. He wrapped his arms around me and allowed me to cry on his shoulder and into his shirt. I was shocked because it wasn't something you allow someone you just met to do.

"It'll be okay," Chris told me in a whispery tone.

When I stopped crying, I looked at Chris and asked him, "Can you let me go now? This feels really weird to me right now."

He unwrapped his arms from me and asked, "So what about going on tour with me and my band with your mother?"

"I want to go on tour with you now but only because you have kids who are dealing with the same issues as me," I said to Chris and he smiled.

"Oh yeah!" he shouted in victory.

A/n: Another step father story! Well, not really. Just a mother dating a new guy who is a pro wrestler and a famous writer, dancer, and singer. Comment and rate if you like it!