Hey. This is a new story I came up with while watching 'The game plan'. Haha I am in a imagintive streck right now. Hahaha. This is kinda like the movie. Lemonade Mouth did not happen. They were all best friends, though. But they were never a band.
Summery- Wen Gifford is star quarterback. But that all changes when a little girl shows up, claiming to be his daughter. In utter shock, he turns to his best friends, Charlie Delgado, Mohini Delgado, Scott Pickett, and Stella Yamada. He then sets out to find Olivia White, the girls mother. What will he do, give her up, or keep her to be his little girl?
A/N It's different than the movie, except for the girls name. And the fact that Wen is the star quarterback.
Wen's POV
I was in the middle of watching some football, when the doorbell rang. I got up to answer the door. When I opened the door, I saw a little strawberry-blonde girl. She looked up at me.
"Wendall Gifford?" She asked in a high pitched tone. She had freckles and brown eyes. She held a teddy bear, and wore bright pink leggings, a denim skirt with a butterfly on it, and a shirt that said 'I look like an angle, but I act like the devil'.
"Yeah. And?" I asked her, confused of why a little girl wanted me.
"I'm Peyton Gifford. I'm your daughter." She said. Wait she said what?
"No, that can't be. I don't have a daughter." I said.
"But, that's what my mommy says. And it's on my birth certificate." She said.
"And who is your mommy?" I asked, kneeling down to be at her height.
"Olivia White."
My heart stopped. Olivia White. High School best friend, and high school flame. I couldn't belive it. How could she not have told me she was pregnant with my child?
"Olivia? Umm, is she here?" I asked, looking around for the blonde girl I was still in love with. But I would never admit it. Never.
"No. She's in China, helping little kids find parents. She said she would be here is a few weeks." The little girl said. Well, I guess she could be my daughter, she had my strawberry blonde hair, and my freckles.
"Oh, well, you can stay here until your mother gets back, ok. But I have rules." I told her as I let her in.
"Woah! You live here?" She said, as she saw my home.
"Yeah. So, you can sleep in my bed, I can take the couch." I said, not knowing what to say. I mean, what would you say if you just found out you had a daughter, and you didn't know about her until she just randomly showed up at your door.
"Um, so what are your rules? I'm a very good girl, well, that's what my mom says." She said, sitting down on the couch.
"Well, first, no cussing. And no leaving the house after dark, and always tell me where you are. And I am making this up as I go along." I said.
She laughed, she obivously had Olivia's laugh. "Your funny." She said. Just then, my doorbell rang again, I got up and answered the door, seeing my best friends, Scott and Charlie.
"Hey, dude! What's up?" Charlie said.
"Crazy things, bro. Crazy things." I said, not telling them about the little girl in my living room.
"Yeah, us too. So How ya been?" Scott said, walking into my house, then freezing once he saw Peyton. "Woah, what's up with the little girl on your couch?" He asked.
"I'm Peyton, dumbo. I'm Wen's daughter." She said.
"Woah! Daughter? Dude why didn't you tell us?" Charlie turned to me.
"Maybe because I found out 5 minutes ago." I told them.
"Oh man, dude. Well, what are you going to do?" Scott said.
"Hello? I can hear you know?" Peyton said.
"I don't know. I can't just throw her out on the streets. I guess, I'm going to take her in til Liv comes back." I told them.
"Woah. Olivia's her mom?" Charlie asked, shocked.
"Yeah. She is. That's what my birth certificate says, anyway." Peyton said.
"Can you let the adults talk for a little bit, girly?" Scott said, annoyed at the interuptions.
"I have a name." She said.
"Ok, then. What is it?"
"Peyton."
"Ok, Peyton, can you stop interupting us?"
"Say please." She said, putting her hands on her hips.
"Can you please stop interupting us?"
"Yes I can."
"Thank you." Scott said.
Well, there's that chapter. Hope you like it. :) Review please.
