There she was, across the park, flicking her shiny brown hair out of her face. How dare she! She was laughing now, tossing he head back. Must have been some joke. I'm glad she thinks this is funny because I sure as hell don't! There, across standing across from her is the object of my death-glare.
He's around seventeen years old: brown hair, brown eyes, tanned skin, and toned body. And there she is: seventeen years old, her mother's brown hair and height. He does a once over of her body with his eyes. I can't help the growl that escapes my clenched teeth. He is so not checking out my daughter. He really does have a death wish, doesn't he? As my eyes refocus after my bout of rage I see him slip his hand over Jennifer's as they continue walking down the path. Stupid, stupid kid doesn't know what he is getting himself into. I've got to get out of here before I choke him with his own digestive tract.
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Perry slams the front door, loud enough to damage my hearing.
"Newbie! We need to talk!" Oh god, what did I do: I spilled soda on the couch, I left "The Lion King" in the DVD player, I talk to much, I daydream to much. None of hose things would make him this mad though. Oh well, maybe it's best to just face the music.
"Perry?" I go to the living room to meet him.
"Jennifer… J-Jennifer was… park- at the park," he stammers this out, and my heart races. Is she hurt? I struggle to maintain my composure.
"Come sit." I lead him to the couch and he sits obediently. That's odd…
"Jennifer was a the park with some guy. He was checking her out and she seemed really in to him, too. She was laughing at something he said." It is so cute that he is this overprotective of his daughter. He seems so distraught at the idea of Jennifer having a boyfriend.
" Per, it's OK," I reassure him. "Why does it stress you out so much?" I try to soothe him, but he takes it the wrong way.
"So you're fine and dandy with some guy eyeing up our daughter. My god, Fiona, I thought you actually cared about Jennifer enough to want to protect her from some teenage precocious hottie who is making the moves on her!" He is in full-blown rant mode now, but I have to go in, for Jennifer's sake.
"Hon, is it really that big of a deal? I mean, it is a natural stage for her to go through. It is not going to be bad for her. You should trust her, she's smart, and won't do anything stupid. She does have the great Perry Cox as her father, right?" I chuckle, trying to lighten the mood by stroking his ego. It is only half hearted though, because I still can't believe I'm advocating for my daughter's boyfriend. I don't think I've got the whole medaling dad part down yet.
"I guess so, but still…" He honestly shouldn't torture himself about this so much. I need to reassure him more.
"Besides," I say, from my spot curled up beside him, playing with the hairs where has head and neck meet. "I'm sure you weren't without you experiences by her age. Shouldn't she have the same opportunity?"
" That is so not the way to reassure me." He growls. "I do not want her to be like I was, at least in that field."
"Oh?" I ask, " Were you that advanced?"
"No, but I don't want her even thinking about anything having to do with boys. I know I was…"