Oh gods. Another series. What am I getting myself into?
By special request of musesdaughter547, for her friend Abigail. Happy birthday, Abby!
I do not own.
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Tristan McLean wasn't sure when his little girl had grown up. All he really knew was that Piper wasn't his little girl anymore, not by a long shot. She was his little woman, more mature than most adults he worked with. Sometimes he wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing.
He peeked around the corner, into the living room, where the flat screen was glowing with a Disney movie and Piper was perched on the couch with some of her friends from summer camp. He couldn't remember most of their names—there was a girl named Anna or something like that, and another girl, Abigail—and there was Connor. Piper swore they were just friends, and from the way they had been nagging each other all night, he believed her.
"Come on, Sacagawea," Connor said over a flute intro blaring from the television, "Let's dance." To Tristan's surprise, Piper stood, taking both of Connor's hands in hers and dancing around the room as the music played. Abigail straightened up and sang along, "Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme, Beauty and the Beast!"
Connor scooped Piper up, causing her to shriek, "Put me down, Connie!" and smack his shoulder. He laughed and ignored her, striding back to the couch and sitting, her feet in his lap.
Tristan smiled. Friends, maybe, but not for long. After all, it was the way every good story ended.
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I apologize for the Beauty and the Beast references that you'll be seeing too much of in the future, but my school has just started their production of it. Seeing as I have a part, I have it on the brain. A lot.