Please note that I own nothing of the WWE superstars in this story except the OCs. Also,the girl in the picture is how Emily looks like. (I don't own picture either :/ ) R&R ! :)
Later that morning….
"Rachel, I'm sorry. I didn't mean not to show up on our date. Something came up and… I had to skip the dinner to settle it out. "I squeezed my forehead stressfully. Making explanations can be quite a tough job sometimes. Big thanks to Emily and her not so holy mom for giving me the tough job.
"What happened really?" Rachel, the girl I was supposed to go on a date last night asked from the other line.
I sighed pathetically before answering, "You honestly don't wanna know. I mean I myself having troubles….." My words stopped when I felt something pulling the back of my shirt, making the garment I'm wearing fell slightly to the back. I turned around to see Emily staring at me with pleading eyes. I put the phone away to prevent Rachel from hearing us.
"What?" I hissed, not liking the fact that my phone conversation being interrupted.
"I'm hungry." She whimpered, her eyes dropped to her stomach.
"I got some snacks in the kitchen. They're on the top shelf of the cabinet. Use the stool if you can't reach." I pointed to the kitchen before turning away to resume the talk with Rachel. I didn't bother to see if Emily actually went to the kitchen and got the food from the cabinet.
"Sorry, baby. Some neighbor came by to borrow some tools." I lied to avoid being questioned.
"Oh, okay. For a second I thought you hung up on me."
"Nooo! Why would I wanna hang up on the finest woman on earth?
"Oh, you're such flatterer."She laughed nervously.
"Why else would they call me the Lady Thriller?"I chuckled with a cocky grin drawn on my face. I turned myself around again and got myself catching Emily still waiting in the same position.
"What now?" I asked, unintentionally raising my voice. Emily looked straight at me with a poker face.
"Huh?" I heard Rachel said on the line.
"No, I wasn't talking to you, babe. " I said, a little freaked out. "Umm...you know what? How about I give you a call later on when I have some privacy to talk?"I purposely emphasized the word 'privacy' while throwing off a pissed-off look on my face to Emily just to show her that I don't want any distraction from her when I'm talking on the phone. She simply battled her eyelashes; I see it as a mock to me from her innocent face.
"Okay, sure. Don't forget your promise, alright?"
"Of course, I won't. Bye now. Love you."
"Love you too. Bye."
I pressed the 'end' button and shove the phone inside my pocket. "What is it? You can't reach the damn food? I told you to use the stool!" I scowled to her.
"But mommy said, I'm not supposed to eat snacks. She said it's not good for my health. She said it was a 'junk'." She said, making gestures with her fingers to the 'junk' part.
"Here's one thing your mother forgot to tell you; she didn't eat snacks either and yet, she died. What's the point for the health if you're too stupid to follow the traffic?" I scoffed, dramatically rolled my eyes in annoyance.
"Now, come on. Let's find something that's not a 'junk' for you to eat." I mocked, gesturing the fingers like she did. She merely stuck her tongue out to me; a sign of protest.
I walked myself out into the kitchen and went looking for stuffs in the fridge.
"Are you always this mad?" She asked, positioning herself in one of the stools at the kitchen island.
"No. I just don't like kids." I said bluntly. I took out a bottle of milk along with a strawberry jam.
"Why don't you like kids?"
"I don't know. Maybe because they're annoying, useless, couldn't do anything by themselves, always full of noises, always make a mess…." I said, getting myself busy spreading the jam to a piece of bread.
"But I don't make a mess. I don't make a lot of noises either." She replied with a frown.
"Well, then you must be an angel!" I sarcastically said in a fake joyful tone. Again, feeling very much offended; she stuck her tongue out to me.
"Eat your breakfast." I placed the bread on a plate and pushed them over to her. I handed over a glass of milk to her while taking a drink of the milk straight from the bottle myself.
Noticing the thirst was gone, I put the bottle down and a loud burp came out of my mouth.
"Tehee." Emily giggled, covering her mouth with her hand.
"What?"I blurted, feeling a bit confused.
"You got a mustache." She laughed, pointing a finger to the upper side of my lip. I quickly wiped them away with the back of my hand.
"Is it gone?"
"There's still more on the side. Let me help you." She grabbed a tissue nearby and walked up to me. She pulled my hand to make me kneel down to her level and started wiping the milk left on my face. She smiled when she got it all cleared up.
"There, no more Mr. Mustache." She grinned, making me laugh at the nickname she gave.
"Thanks, kiddo." I said, getting up again. She smiled a little bit more then went on to eat her breakfast. I watched her carefully taking a bite of the bread, making sure the jam doesn't fall out of the bread.
Maybe she's not like the other kids. Maybe this girl's different than the ones I've seen. But….nah, kids will always be kids.