second and last chapter! im so proud...
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i dont own Despicable me, or "Beautiful Boy" a song written by the genious John Lennon
Beautiful Girl
And there we were, in another boutique. And there I was again, sitting in this little couch made, judging by its size, for a three year old; while Agnes was in the middle of a passionate story of love, rainbows and unicorns.
After some minutes, she asked me to let her walk around the boutique, and I told her not to go too far off. She came back like one minute later, and asked me to buy a "candy balloon" for her
I thought she was talking about a balloon shaped like a candy, a caramel. And I thought at least it wouldn't be as expensive as the chocolate unicorn.
"Ok, I´ll buy it forr you, but wherre did you saw it?" I asked and she took me by the hand and leaded me to the store in front of the boutique where the girls and the minions were trying clothes.
"That shop, daddy!" she said, pointing with her little finger to the store where the "balloons" were sold
Oh dear….
"Agnes" I said, disgusted, "those… those arre not balloons."
"Then what are they?" she innocently asked and I think I blushed.
"They arre… well… they…" I cleared my throat like three times, but I didn't know how to talk about that with a four year old girl. "Ehem… yes! They arre balloons!"
"Can I have one?"
"Ah… you… hum… how much was de unicorrn?
"I don't want the unicorn anymore! I want a chocolate flavored balloon!"
"But these balloons arre ugly… they arre all… I can buy a betterr balloon forr you any day. Let's just forrget about this and…" I tried to convince her, or cover her eyes, or something.
"But I asked! The salesmen told me these were the most exciting balloons of the whole world and he told me he would show me how to…"
"Ok, that's enough! Go with your sisterrs RIGHT NOW! While I… buy… the balloon you want."
She ran away singing and jumping and I got inside the store, to the counter, where the salesmen was distracted reading a Playboy magazine. I cleared my throat to get his attention.
"Good evening, gentleman, welcome to the biggest sex shop of the tristate area, what do you want?" He asked without taking his eyes off the magazine.
I took the plasma gun from my jacket, the same I used to win Agnes´s unicorn at the amusement park.
"Yourr head, Idiot" I replied and shot, destroying the biggest sex shop of the tristate area
I got back to the boutique, told Agnes "therr werr no morre balloons" and walked to the fitting rooms, were the minions were trying different types of hats in front of the mirror, and Edith was separating the mountain of clothes into two piles.
"Look, Gru, I picked these clothes!" she said, and showed me the clothes of the left pile
"But they arre exactly like yourr old clo… I mean, ok! Wherre´s yourr sisterr?"
"Crying inside that room" she replied, pointing a wooden door, and continued separating the clothes.
"What? Why?"
"I dunno! She didn't tell me anything…" she replied, with a concerned look, and took me inside the room, were her sister was sitting on the floor, hugging her knees in front of the mirror, while crying.
"Edith, I told you I was ok!" she said, whipping her tears and sobbing "I didn't want you to tell him…"
Edith just walked away and I kneeled down behind Margo.
"whut´s wrrong, kittn? Why arre you crrying?" I asked her and she started crying again.
"Nothing…fits me!" she cried and I looked around and picked a mini skirt I would ever buy for her.
"Of courrse nothing fits you, Marrgo, these ar teenage clothes and you arre not a teenager. Besides, you don't need a brra right now."
She turned around and saw me with her big red watery eyes full of sorrow. I took her in my arms and cradled her like a baby.
"But all the girls in the school use them! They are twelve years old and they are always making fun of us, and hiding our backpacks inside the boy's restroom, and they always say I'm a miserable orphan and my parents hated me so they put me on adoption, and my dad is mad and Nazi!" she said, hiding her face on my chest.
"And a brra would have changed it?" I softly asked, because I really didn't have any idea.
She sobbed inside my chest
"If I were like them they wouldn't pick on me! If I were big and beautiful and wore all the clothes they wear then I would have friends!"
"You arre the most beautiful girrl of the whole worrld, Margo. Don't listen to them" I replied, remembering that when I was like her age, big boys were always bullying me, and everytime my teachers would talk about it with my mom, she would say "let him be bullied, he will grow stronger!" and that's why my elementary years I was lonely and miserable.
I wouldn't be like mom. I won't let any of my kittens being lonely and miserable.
"When we were little, our mother died and our father told us he wouldn't take care of little nuisances like us, so he took us to a mall and we were buying clothes. Edith was two years old, and Agnes was newborn. We were in one boutique like this one, we went to the fitting rooms, and when we came out, he wasn't there. He abandoned us! But you won't abandon us like he did, right?" she looked me in the eyes "you promised it! You can't forget your promises!" she cried
"I won't brreak any prromise I made forr you, Kittn. I… I prromise."
"But what if I'm not good enough? I´ve never been good enough for anybody! God, I hate myself!" she growled and let go of my arms
I saw her, without knowing what to say, something that was becoming normal today.
"Close yourr eyes… have no fearr…" I sang, because I couldn't think of anything better to do. And she just looked at me, frowning
"What are you singing, daddy?" she asked softly
"…the monsterr´s gone he´s on the run and your daddy´s herre…" I continued, ignoring her. And the three minions that came with us entered to the room and started singing with me:
"Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful girrl… darrling, darrling, darrling, darrling Marrgo…"
She saw us smiling and whipped her nose; "love you, daddy", she whispered
"So… which dress are you taking, dear?"
She took one green dress from the floor.
"Can it be this?" she asked shyly and I accepted, ignoring the price of it (50 dollars) "thank you"
And she went out of the room, joining her sisters and walking away from the boutique, with the moon shining above them.
Three girls instead of the moon…
yeah, it was a good decision.
In the end, the check was something like this:
3 pink dresses….64 dollars
A pair of purple boots….37 dollars
A smaller replica
of the chocolate unicorn….50 dollars
2 pink caps and
3 blue fedoras with pink feathers
(For the minions)…..70 dollars
A green dress….. 50 dollars
Another version of
Copacabana (karaoke)…..10 dollars
It was late when I was reviewing the check again, wondering how I was gonna pay it, when the three girls entered to my room.
"You know you´re not allowed here…" I chant and Edith came closer and hit me with a pillow
"We wanted to thank you, daddy, you know, for everything. And it's sleeping time, and we want you to read for us the third chapter of Harry Potter, I'm starting to love this guy, Voldemort" she said and kissed me on the cheek.
"And we also wanted you to see our new clothes! Look how good they fit!" Margo added and I turned around, to see my two kittens with their new clothes, and they were looking good -and expensive- on them.
I whistled
"You look verry good on that" I admitted "but you should be wearring your pajamas rright now! No pajamas, no Harry Potterr!" and they laughed.
"Hum… daddy, I was wondering… where is Agnes´s new clothes?" Margo suddenly asked
I shocked.
"Agnes also needed new clothes?" I asked with a tiny voice.
"Well, yes, you were supposed to buy her clothes while we were trying ours…" Edith replied as it was the most obvious thing in the world.
For them, but for me…
"But relax, daddy, we can go shopping tomorrow" Margo said, happily
What?
Shopping again?
Shopping again TOMORROW?
TOMORROW?
Oh, no…