To Daddy
By Sparklagal
Disclaimer: I don't own em already!!! So ya can't sue. Don't,
please, with sugar bombs on top, Kay?
Note: He didn't want me ta tell ya, but this was Vic's idea (I
bet you can just here the anguished scream can't ya?) Oh well,
poor Vic, it's his fault.
I walk in to my room. A familiar scent washes over me. Jubes. I quickly search the room, failing to notice the package and envelope. After digging through the closet, bathroom, and going under the bed, twice, I notice the present. For a moment I'm stunned. Why? What the occasion? What the hell could've possessed her to get me a present?
It's not Christmas, Fairly sure of that since it's 95 degrees outside. It's not my birthday (I think). No other occasion. I pick up the envelope; on the outside was neatly written note.
To Wolvie, the best friend and mentor a girl could ever have.
He chuckled. He had never really thought of Jubes as the openly sentimental type, but hay, ya learn knew things every day. He opened up the letter and started to read.
Dear Wolvie,
On the top of the box it says "To Wolvie", Without
a doubt your my best friend. I know you have lots (and lots) of
skeletons in your closet, that's why sometime you try not to get
too close to people. I never really understood that, but maybe
it's just me. I mean, your sweet, loving, kind and protective.
You're a wonderful person who tries to fight what he is. If your
destiny is to have anyone you get close to killed, then your doing
a damn fine job trying to fight it. That makes me proud. I love
you because you take care of me and help me, but most of all because
you hold me when I feel like I can't take it anymore. In my eyes
that resembles more then just a mentor or just a friend.
On the top of the box it says "To Wolvie". Maybe someday,
I'll have the guts to say it, but right now, just to be safe,
I'm putting it in writing. I love you like a father Wolvie, and
I guess to me, you'll always be my Daddy.
Your loving daughter,
**Jubes**
I look up from the letter with tears in my eyes. I go to the present and open it up. How could she do something so sweet?! There were som many things I wanted to say to her right now.
Inside the box there was some sort of tissue wrapped lump; there was a small note on top.
To Daddy,
(In exchange for the hat.)
I open up the tissue paper. Inside is a bright yellow raincoat.
Fin