A/N: Hey! So i have been super busy lately! I've had bits of writers block as well! But here you go, the start of the sequeal to SYS! It's finally here! ENJOY!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything... sadly
CH.1- Face Your Fears
The time has come. It's been four years; I'm starting my directing and movie career at the age of 23. Time went by fast. Today I'm going back home to LA. It's winter time and although I love snowy New York. My mom wants me in LA for Christmas, and if that's what she wants then that's what mommy dearest will get.
"Mommy" I hear beside me.
"Good morning Angel." I smile, turning over to lie on my back in bed. I look to my right and see my brown haired blue eyed daughter.
"Good morning mommy." Sophia says, moving to lie in my arms.
"You excited to go home and see Nana in LA?" I laugh as my daughter breaks out of my arms to sit up.
"We're leaving today?!" She asks, excitement lacing her voice.
"Yes we're leaving today so get up and go brush your teeth-"
"Do I have to take a bath?" She interrupts. I laugh at how my much my daughter hates bathing.
"No you took one last night which means, brush hair, brush teeth, and start picking out clothes for a week and when we get to LA we'll go out and buy some new clothes for us." I smile, sitting up and checking my phone.
"Are we staying there for a long time?" My daughter asks.
"Yes my love." I smile, kissing Sophia's head before getting up.
"Can we match today mom?" I laugh and nod.
"Yes let me look at through my clothes and see if we have matching clothes ok? Until then go brush your teeth and your hair. If you gotta go potty then go. Remember last time?"
"It was one time!" Sophia groans, stomping off to the bathroom. I laugh hard at my daughter's actions. Stomping feet at such an early age, oh no.
I walk over to my closet and start to look through everything. I pull out everything I decided to wear that I'm sure Sophia has in her closet. Once that was sorted out, I got dressed and went to my bathroom to brush my teeth and hair. Once I was done, I walked out to see Sophia running into the room.
"Moooom, you didn't wait for me!" She pouts, putting her hands on her hips.
"Observe your mom," I said, standing still, "Memorize the outfit?" I ask, smiling when I get a nod in reply. "Good, now go to your room and grab everything that's exactly like this ok? I'm pretty sure you have the same thing." I order, saluting to my daughter. I laugh as she salutes back before running off.
I walk over to my jewelry box and put on my cross necklace my mom got me when I was younger. I never leave without it. Sophia has a matching one. It says Jeremiah 29:11 in the front then on the back all around the inside of the cross it says that verse.
"Mommy, mommy! I'm back and dressed!" I turn and hold up my daughters cross necklace. I watch as she runs over and takes it then puts it on and smiles. I examine her outfit to see if she got it right. Maroon beanie, check, light blue jean vest with studs on the collar, check, black and white plaid button up folded up to the elbows like mine, check, khakis check and black and white vans, close but not the ones I'm wearing.
"Shoes are different love." I say, "Navy blue, white and black high top vans. The sk8 hi ones hon." I explain.
"Got it! Stay here!" She yells, pointing to me before off to her room. I wait a minute before she runs back wearing the right shoes. "Better?!" She asks.
"Good job, nice memory skills dude." I laugh, giving Sophia a high five. "Go pack and I'll make us some breakfast."
"You got it dude!" She shouts, running back to her room. Sophia is a little buddle on joy. I shake my head with a smile playing on my lips as I head downstairs. I check to make sure my bags are at the door, along with my filming equipment. I walk to the kitchen and take everything out that's needed to make chocolate chip pancakes. I plug my phone into the small stereo set up in the kitchen and pick a funny but true song.
Four years you think for sure
That's all you've got to endure
All the total dicks
All the stuck up chicks
So superficial, so immature
Then when you graduate
You take a look around and you say HEY WAIT
This is the same as where I just came from
I thought it was over
Aw that's just great
I nod and sing along to the sing, mixing everything in a big bowl. I couldn't help dance around, not caring
The whole damn world is just as obsessed
With who's the best dressed and who's having sex,
Who's got the money, who gets the honeys,
Who's kinda cute and who's just a mess
And you still don't have the right look
And you don't have the right friends
Nothing changes but the faces, the names, and the trends
High school never ends
"You know someone could walk in and easily record a video and post it on the net." I hear the voice of my lover. I turn and see my girlfriend in the kitchen doorway.
"Shush, are you saying you're going to be recording me and putting the video on the net?" I ask, laughing as I start pouring some pancake mix on the pan and waiting.
"Maybe, I'm sure I can become famous." She laughs, walking up to me.
"You are famous. You're the one and only Naomi Williams." I smile, giving my girlfriend a kiss.
Check out the popular kids
You'll never guess what Jessica did
How did Mary Kate lose all that weight?
And Katie had a baby so I guess Tom's straight
And the only thing that matters
Is climbing up that social ladder
Still care about your hair and the care you drive
Doesn't matter if you're sixteen or thirty-five
"Bowling for soup?" Naomi asks.
"Yes." I smile, kissing her once more.
"Ewwww! Kissing! Gosh get a room!" My daughter yells, Naomi and I laugh, pulling back to look at my little one.
"Want some pancakes?" I ask
"Are they chocolate chip?" Sophia asks, stopping to stand next to Naomi and I.
"Yes ma'am"
"Heck yes! Bring on the pancacas!" She cheers, holding up her fist. "Bump it mama bear!" Naomi and I couldn't contain our laughter as we stared at my daughter, all excited and smiley, before I bumped fists with her. "Wait a second."
"What?" Naomi giggles, watching as Sophia focuses hard to figure out what song is playing.
"Bowling for soup?" She asks, looking to me. I nod with a smile, "Yaaasss!" She shouts, dancing away in the middle of the kitchen.
Reese Witherspoon,
She's the prom queen
Bill gates,
Captain of the chess team
Jack Black, the clown
Brad Pitt, the quarterback
I've seen it all before
I want my money back
"Dance with me!" Sophia shouts, dancing around. I look to my girlfriend and shrug before I get into dancing with Sophia
The whole damn world is just as obsessed
With who's the best dressed and who's having sex,
Who's in the clubs and who's on the drugs,
Who's throwing up before they digest?
And you still don't have the right friends
And you're still listening to the same shit you did back then
High school never ends
High school never ends
Naomi moved and turned the music up louder; we all laughed and continued to dance, falling after bumping into each other so hard.
The whole damn world is just as obsessed
With who's the best dressed and who's having sex,
Who's got the money, who gets the honeys,
Who's kinda cute and who's just a mess
And I still don't have the right look
And I still have the same three friends
And I'm pretty much the same as I was back then
High school never ends
High school never ends
High school never ends
Here we go again
Quickly, I sat up and looked over to my girlfriend, "Hurry up and hold her!" I scream.
"Mama no!" Sophia shouts, trying to get up and run away. Luckily, Naomi grabbed you and held her.
"Tickle monster!" I shout, laughing as I start tickling my daughter. Naomi and I just start laughing harder as she giggle/screams while squirming.
"Mommy!" She shouts all while her giggle/screaming gets louder.
"What are the magic words?!" I ask, laughing harder.
"YOU'RE THE BEST MAMA EVER! NOW STOP PLEASE!" Sophia laughs, and with that being said, I stop and Naomi lets her go. Immediately, Sophia runs away, "FREEDOM!" She shouts as she runs towards the stairs.
"She's a cutie. Just like her mom." Naomi says, getting up and pulling me to her by my waist.
"Thanks, her moms' girlfriend isn't too bad herself." I smirk, wrapping my arms around her neck.
"You know, I've never been a parent, but I'm pretty sure that letting Sophia listening to things with cussing in it is a no no."
"Well, she is going to be cussing at some point in time. Plus Sophia is seven, she knows the consequences if she were to cuss. We've been over this already ." I explain.
"Geez, who ate your bowl of sunshine this morning thunder cloud?" Naomi asks, laughing as she puts her hands up in surrender.
"I love you but you're a pain in the ass." I laugh, smacking her arm.
"I love you too." Naomi replies, giving me multiple kisses, "I'm going to miss you when you go back to LA."
"I'm going to miss you too." I sigh, kissing her nose.
"Yeah, we're going to miss you too fish face." Sophia says. We look over to see my youngin' leaning against the doorway with her arms crossed.
"You're a feisty one, aren't you turd burglar?" Naomi responds.
"Whatever you say grandma." Sophia laughs, sticking out her tongue.
"I'm 22!" Naomi shouts in defense.
"That's old, I see the creases on your forehead starting to show." Sophia says in a serious tone, walking over to us.
"Hey! Your mom is 23!" I shout, crossing my arms as I look down at my daughter.
"It's different with you mama." She waves me off.
"You know what; get your bag it's time to go." I reply, shaking my head.
"I love you Naomi." Sophia smiles, hugging my girlfriend before walking out of the kitchen.
"I love you too kid." Naomi responds, we watch to make sure Sophia leaves before kissing a few more times.
"Alright, I gotta go. If I keep kissing you we're going to miss our flight." I laugh, pulling back and hugging Naomi once more.
"Good, you can stay forever." She responds, hugging me tighter.
"Maybe" I smirk, pulling back and kissing her once more. "See you later babe."
Few minutes later, Sophia was in the back seat, buckled up and ready to go. I got into the drivers spot, buckled up then turned on my car. It was a beautiful convertible white jeep wrangler.
"You are ready to go to the airport so we can see your Nana Paula and Tata Arthur?" I shout, looking both ways before backing out of my driveway.
"Yes ma'am!" Sophia shouts, clapping and cheering.
"Awesome, let's go!" I yell, driving off to the airport.
When we hit the halfway mark from New York to New Jersey, I knew Sophia was getting a little bit bored.
"Mom, do you have anything else you can put on other than music?" She asks.
"You like slam poetry right? You've listened to it when I played it for you and Naomi?" I ask, looking in the rearview mirror.
"Yes, I like poetry. It's interesting." She smiles, looking back to me in the mirror.
"Well, I have one I don't think you've heard. Remember, if you repeat the bad words, grounded for a week. No TV and you stay in your room. Got it?" I ask, focusing on the road before I quickly glance over to my daughter.
"Got it." She responds.
"I'm only playing this because I know you like poetry." I respond. I waited for the next red light. When I stopped, I hurriedly went to the poetry playlist on my phone and pressed shuffle. We waited a few seconds before a poem started as well as my driving.
Fact: I don't even ask for your number in person.
I start a Facebook conversation, the computer screen like the thin lattice work that separates me from the priest during confession.
You are the first girl I have ever wanted.
I show you a poem I wrote about you. It is either wildly romantic or terribly fucking creepy, but it makes you smile.
I hope you realize this only encourages me.
It's gotten to the point where you spin cocoons in my subconscious.
I dream about your naked boy.
You are the birth before the butterfly.
A caterpillar's crawl.
I can't stop myself.
You use correct punctuation; you love that I spell favourite and colour with a "U" even though I'm not British
You know the difference between your and you're, there, their, and they're, to, too, and two.
Your words are too sexy for the two of us to ignore.
"I like it so far mama." Sophia says.
"Awesome love." I smile, still focusing on the road.
Fact: In over ninety percent of natural births, the mother shits herself before she can push the baby out.
She can't control which hole she pushes and which one she doesn't.
To think that you were literally born into blood and pain and shit and somehow,
You grew up to be this video.
"Did that person just caw like a bird in the background?" Sophia laughs loudly.
"I think so dear." I nod as I start to laugh along with my daughter.
In the movies, when the mother's done pushing, the doctor holds up a baby with dry hair and clean skin, but a pretty lie is still a lie.
I bet when you came screaming out of your mother's vagina, she wrapped your ugly wrinkled form in her arms and kissed your shit-covered forehead.
I want to love you like your mother loved you.
I want to gag on the smell of your morning breath, I want you pissed off because period cramps suck, I want to feel the click of my teeth against yours as our kisses don't turn out quite so smooth.
Your lips bloom on your face like you are ready to burst into kisses, so do it.
I dare you.
Burst into me.
Fuck me up.
Sneeze on the back of my neck.
As long as it's with you, I want to have bad, awkward sex.
"Ew, did you poop when giving birth to me." Sophia groans and gags.
"You know, let's save that conversation for another time." I nervously chuckle.
Fact: There are things together we will never be naturally—like pregnant or really good at lifting weights.
But our arms are strong enough to hold each other, and there are enough dumb teenagers whose accidental babies we can adopt.
Or even better, we can be cat ladies because we can't psychologically fuck up a cat.
They poop in boxes.
"How did you and Carmen make me mama?" Sophia asks. I choke on spit and start coughing hard while driving.
"That was sudden." I mutter between my coughs. Finally, I calm down enough to reply. "That is also going to be a later conversation we will talk about." I smile at Sophia through the mirror.
Fact: I want you to fart in your sleep.
I want to find one of your pubic hairs in my toothbrush.
I want to find the beauty in all of the ugly facts that life has given us.
We are abandoned buildings, trash art, pollution sunsets.
I want you honest to your origins, shit and all, because you are the most beautiful ugly that I have ever seen.
"Does Naomi fart in her sleep?" I laugh and park my jeep in a safe spot.
"Don't tell her I told you ok?" I demand/ask, unbuckling myself to face my daughter.
"Our secret." Sophia smiles wide, looking into my eyes while I face her.
"Yes she farts in her sleep." I smirk.
"Eww! Mom you let me sleep on her side and she farts there?!"Sophia shouts, unbuckling her seat beat. We got out of the car, then grabbed our bags.
"Oh stop." I chuckle, holding my hand out. Once Sophia grabbed my hand, I checked both ways then walked us across the crosswalk so we can enter the airport.
When we got inside, I got our plane tickets then led us to the terminal. I looked for our seats then put our bags above us in the holders before sitting down.
"How long until we get there mom?" Sophia asks.
"About 3 or 4 hours I think. It shouldn't be too long."
DING!
"Hello everyone this is your captain speaking. Please turn off all electronics and fasten your seatbelts for lift off." I hear over the intercom. Sophia and I do as told. I grab her hand and hold it tight. Sophia isn't afraid of planes but I sure as hell am. New York to LA, here we come. Time to face my fears.
Song and poem used is: Bowling For Soup- High school never ends/ Ollie Renee Schminkey- For Nikii
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