The Seed of Jimmy part II
By: Princess Vengeance™
qLeana's Point of Viewq
At first I didn't know what the fuck was happening. Was my new daughter really trying to yank my fucking nose off?
"Chrissy stop!" I stated firmly trying not too seem too mean. Instead, she pulled harder. I was sure that if she pulled any harder she would find herself holding a bloody nose in her small hand. She smiled a sinister smirk.
"Okay their coming," Jimmy said running down the stairs heavily. Chrissy immediately let go of my nose and the strange smile on her face melted into a cute little grin.
"Dada!" She clapped her hands a little, as Jimmy walked into the room. He picked her up,
"Yeah." He began throwing her into the air.
She giggled as he did so. Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
"I'll be right back," I told Chrissy in my sad attempt at a baby voice. I quickly shuffled over to the door and let all the guys (Matt, Brian, Zack and Johnny) in. All of their girlfriends/wives had decided to come too. "She's over here!" I smiled and excitedly led them over to the living room where we found Jimmy still holding Chrissy.
"Oh my god she is so adorable!" Val reached over and Jimmy handed her Chrissy. Chrissy's large brown eyes shone radiantly.
"Hey! I wanna hold her!" Gena grinned. "I'm your Aunty Gena!" Chrissy looked at Gina with a disgusted look now on her face.
"Eww…get away from me!" Chrissy screeched perfectly clear. The smile on Gena's face disappeared. Jimmy and I both stared in shock at Chrissy. All of a sudden, Johnny begins to laugh his ass off.
Matt gave him a dirty look, "Fuck up Johnny,"
Michelle rubbed her round belly. "Don't worry Gena. I read about this on the internet. It's just a phase. Just be happy that you don't have to go through the terrible twos." Matt rolled his eyes as he held Val close.
"Don't remind me." Everyone laughed. After another hour or so of gushing over baby Chrissy I finally announced,
"Chrissy has had a long day and I think that she needs a nap." She took Chrissy from Brian, who was now holding her.
"I can't get over how fucking cute she is," Johnny laughed again. Before I could tell him not to curse in front of the baby, Chrissy uttered the word,
"Fucking."
Zack's eyes grew wide.
"Johnny!" I glared at him. "Don't listen to Uncle Johnny…he's a very bad influence." I continued my journey carrying Chrissy up the stairs.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Chrissy giggled. (Chrissy didn't see what was so surprising with her saying fuck. Fuck was a word she had used her whole life!)
qChrissy's Point of Viewq
qTucked Away in Her New Big Girl Bedq
I swung the covers off me. Yeah right, I'll take a nap when pigs fly out of my ass. I walked over to my little backpack that the orphanage had given me as a goodbye gift (more like: good riddance! Now hurry up and pack!). I had packed a few special things in it all by my self. I unzipped the front pouch and from inside it and pulled my pink pocketknife. It was once my old mom's.
This knife and I had had so many fond memories. When I stabbed the neighbor's dog. That other time I had stabbed the that chubby kid that took his naps across from me. Oh and how can I forget the time I stabbed my old-mommy in the leg! All because of a little cut she got from it her and daddy carted me off to the orphanage. They said they could not take anymore of me and that I was evil.
"I wonder what there is to do around here…" I thought out loud eyeing the window in the corner of my room. I put the knife into my pocket and made my way over to the window. As I looked down, I noticed that it was not that much of a drop. All of a sudden, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I quickly bounced back into my bed and under the covers. I closed my eyes just as Leana and Jimmy walked into the room.
"Look how cute she is when she's sleeping," Jimmy held Leana close to him as they just stared at me sleeping. Just great…they shipped me off to live with a bunch of weirdos. I could feel Jimmy sit on the side of my bed and give me a kiss on my head. With that, he and Leana were back out the door.
"Finally…," I mumbled to myself. I got back out of bed and headed over to the window. I pushed up with all my little muscles. The window didn't budge. I pushed up harder and still nothing happened. "FUCK!" I said aloud. I sat on the floor, angry that I could not get out of the small pink room. "This sucks!"
qLater that weekq
qJimmy's Point of Viewq
I strapped Chrissy into her car seat and she grinned widely at me. Leana was going to stay home and have some alone time while Chrissy and I were going to meet the guys at Matt's house for a garage practice session.
When we arrived at the garage, Chrissy and I walked hand in hand. Well actually, her hand was holding my index finger.
"Awe isn't that cute!" Brian shouted from the corner where he held his guitar in his hands. They all laughed. "Well Chrissy are you ready to see your Uncle Syn kick Uncle Zack's ass at playing guitar?" Brian smiled as he picked Chrissy up.
"Shwor" she replied in the cutest voice. (shwor Chrissy's way of saying sure.)
"Oh my god stop feeding her your lies! You are so fucking over rated!" Zack turned to look at Chrissy and Brian.
So much for not cursing in front of Chrissy.
"Yeah what ever Zack, jealousy is an ugly word," Brian smiled widely.
qAfter About Two Hours of Practicingq
qChrissy's Point of Viewq
I sat on the leather couch in the corner of the room watching daddy and his band play. They were actually pretty good. They ended some song called "Unbound the Wild Ride."
"Yay!!" I clapped my hands, "More, more!" They must have not heard me because they were beginning to pack up. A disappointed scowl came across my face. "I said more…" I whispered.
Matt came over to me,
"Hey sweetie, do you want pizza?" The scowl disappeared and my face lit up. I love pizza! At the orphanage they had this special kind where the dough was barley cooked and the cheese practically fell off. Now that was some good pizza!
"Shwor!" Daddy picked up his keys and opened the door.
"Okay Johnny, I'm trusting you with my child…" with that Daddy, Matt, Zack and Brian headed out the door. I gave Johnny an evil smile. He came over and sat next to me on the couch.
"So what do you wanna do?" He asked in a pretty stupid tone, I'm just gonna assume that's how he's used to talking. Stupidly.
"Go away…You're ugly," I tried to make him leave me alone. But instead of following my command he just chuckled and flipped on the TV.
Within minutes, Johnny was snoring, mouth wide open, and drool dripping from his mouth.
"Eww!" I moaned as a drop almost landed on my hand. I got off the couch trying not to wake him up. This could be my only chance to have a little fun. I ran over to where all the instruments were. That's when I saw it! Syn's guitar. It was black with white stripes and next to it; there was another guitar with red stripes. An idea popped into Chrissy's head.
qNarratorq
Chrissy leveled herself with the guitar and pulled out her little pink pocketknife. She managed to hold the guitar in her hand. For a four-year-old Chrissy is very smart. She can read, write…everything.
q10 minutes laterq
Both of Syn's favorite guitars were ruined. Chrissy had cut all the strings and carved the words: Johnny did it into the white striped one. For the red striped guitar, she was a little more creative. She tried to stab it (for as you may notice, Chrissy likes to stab stuff) but it did not work. So instead, she quietly dragged the guitar outside. When at a safe enough distance she began smashing the guitar with all her might against the cement sidewalk. The guitar was now in pieces. She picked them all up and although it took her three trips, she got all the pieces back into the garage and laid them next to the white striped guitar. From the window, Chrissy could see a car coming up the street. She bounced back to her place next to Johnny on the couch. Chrissy heard footsteps enter the room she opened her eyes to see everyone (except Johnny who is still sleeping) gape at the guitars.
So who gets the blame?
Watch out for part 3!
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