Yes, I do watch sitcoms. No, I don't know how I came up with this idea, or how good it will turn out being, or how long it will be. All in due time. While many events, in all of my stories, are inspired by real events, in my personal life, everything about this is something I have made up.

New Neighbor

"Griffin, I think I love you." Maria said. "I love you too, Maria."

"Griffin, meet your son." Griffin had tears in his eyes, as he embraced his young son.

"You know, that kid looks an awful lot like me, you sure he's yours?" The stranger asked Griffin. "You got some kind of point to this, or are you just looking fight?" "My point is, you might wanna check, just to be sure, because one thing you and I have in common, we both know every part of Maria."

"Mr. Walker, I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but Jeff is in fact not your son." Griffin was nothing short of devastated.

"Baby, I'm sorry!" Maria exclaimed. "Don't... don't you call me baby, and don't you dare tell me your sorry. That doesn't even come close to cutting it. You take the kid, you raise him with his real father. I never want to see you again. And tell Fernando that if I ever see him again, I'll kill him on the spot!"

That whole situation gave former Junior MMA Champion, Griffin Walker, a massive amount of grief, stress, and emotional pain. He stood in the back of his pickup, listening to his music, and trying to clear his head. The catch here, this wasn't even his only issue. Now, his mind drifted off, to a conversation he had, with his former employer's Vice President.

Griffin walked into the restaurant, that James Nathanson wanted to meet up with him in. He pulled up a seat, and was greeted by the waitress. "Welcome to Waffle House, can I get you guys something to drink?"

"Cup of coffee, please." Nathanson responded.

"And you, sir?"

"Nothing for me, ma'am. I won't be here for long."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Okay, I'll have that coffee here soon, sir."

"Won't be staying here for long?"

"Don't really want to spend a whole lot of time, with one of Kenny's supporters."

"Former supporters."

"Bullshit. You've been sucking his dick since before I met you."

He took a moment, to shake his head. "No, it's not bullshit. Griffin, you and Heath Evans, the first fight that you had was part of the reason that the circuit's revenue went up in the first place. The other part was the hard work that we all did, toward promoting the fights, and making sure that all of our fighters were top notch. But still, we have to give credit where credit is due, y-"

"Get to the damn point, James. I don't have all day."

"Okay, listen, Kenny is running what the old man worked so hard to build up, into the ground. His decisions about fights, to the ranking system, have been beyond questionable, they've been stupid."

"What do you want me to do, about it?"

"In the old man's will, he left control of the circuit to Kenny, but also left a notation. He said that should Kenny prove to be unworthy, which he has, that you could step up, and take control. I could set up a meeting, bring you along with me, and you could take control, right then and there. What do you say?"

"I say that I'm currently moving into a rental house, with my best friend, and I've got some other things to take care of. When I'll that's settled, I'll think on if I want to add that pressure, to my life."

"Okay then, you have my number. You call me, when you have decided to make the right choice."

"Yeah." Griffin then got up, and left, right as the waitress brought Nathanson's coffee.

"Hey," a voice said, breaking Griffin's trip down memory lane. "did you hear me?" a girl asked. It was Griffin's new next door neighbor. One of the daughters, that is.

"No, sorry." Griffin started. "What did you say?"

"I said I never saw a metal fan, who was hotter than you." She was commenting on the Black Sabbath song, I had playing out loud.

"Heh, thanks."

"What's your name?"

"Griffin. What about you?"

"Haley. You moved in a couple of days ago, right?"

"Yeah. Not sure how long I'll stay."

"Why's that?"

"Moved with a roommate, my best friend. Problem is, in five months, he's going to flight school, then to the air force. He'll be able to live here while he's in flight school, but after that, I'm on my own. Might need to move into an apartment complex."

"Don't you have a girlfriend?"

"No."

"How the hell not? Look at you."

Griffin smiled. "Thank you again. But uh, the reason why I don't have one, is because I'm not looking. It's... It's a long story, but basically, my ex stung me really bad, and uh... I'm still recovering. Until them, I'm not going to be looking."

"Any more details then that?"

"Plenty, but it's all personal. And talking about it too much, pisses me off."

"Okay." A vehicle then pulled into their driveway. "They're gonna want help with the groceries. Maybe I'll talk to you later?"

"Maybe."

She gave Griffin a wave, then walked back to help her family. Griffin turned, and gazed at the family. He then saw the other daughter, who looked at him as well. She pushed some hair off her face, then smiled at Griffin, and waved. Griffin smiled back, and waved back. He then got a call for his brother, fired up his truck, and left.

My own personal opinion, Ariel Winter is hotter than Sarah Hyland. Disagree if you want, I really don't care.