Eli: Hey all! Me in school! Chaosti, you may have given me an idea! X, fear
not! No driving for a while. Thank-you for all the reviews! Here's another
chapter! Enjoy!
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Teresa laughed loudly as she sat on the couch. She liked days like this, lazy after school days. She had done her homework, cleaned her room, and now she had the whole rest of the afternoon to do what she wanted. Well, at least till bed time.
"Daddy! Can you come here a minute?" Teresa called from the couch. She heard the computer chair squeak as he turned and laughed again. It sounded like a chimp munk!
Gabriel walked in. "Yes?"
She smiled up at him sweetly. "Daddy, can you please make me some pop corn? Please??" She asked. Gabriel was not able to avoid her Bambi like eyes and sighed.
"Sure, fine." He mumbled out. When did he become such a push over for Bambi eyes? Hell, he use to use that himself. He shook his head as he grabbed the popcorn off the shelf.
Just then, the door bell rang and Gabriel groaned. "Teresa, can you get that? I'm pretty sure it's Beth and your uncle." He asked. He heard her jump off the couch and run. He smirked when he heard her smash into the door lightly. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I wanna do that again!" She shouted back. He grinned as the door bell rang again.
"Why don't you answer the door first?" He suggested.
Teresa unlocked the huge bolt and opened the door. She looked up at two people, a man and a woman. Both looked like they were in there fifties and they both looked at her with interest. Teresa looked back toward the kitchen.
"Daddy! There's older people here and I don't know who they are! And I'm pretty sure it's not Beth and Uncle Ian in disguise." She called back to him. The two older adults scowled at her.
"Such an inappropriate child." The woman remarked quietly. Teresa scowled right back at her.
"Hey! You're mean." She replied back. Gabriel came up behind her and glared over at the people at his front door.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He asked them coldly, placing one hand on Teresa's shoulder protectively. Teresa looked between them and her father, really confused.
"We only wanted to see our granddaughter." The woman replied. "I am already highly disappointed, Mr. Bowman. My daughter must be ill from her grave." She told him haughtily.
Teresa frowned at hearing this. She didn't want her momma being ill in her grave. She felt her father's hand tighten on her shoulder. "Granddaughter?" She asked out loud.
"We are your mother's parents. That makes you our granddaughter." The man replied.
Gabriel glared back at them, a total contradiction of what he was named for. "You have no right to come around here and insult not only me, but my daughter, when you have barely seen us for over a minute."
The man stepped forward, trying to push his way in. "We have just as much a right to see her as you do." Gabriel pushed him off with his free arm. The woman shook her head.
"What more do we need know? You dress her like a slob, her answers prove she has no manners, and her she lacks the air her mother had." She told him coldly. "You are raising a bohemian."
"You know what, you've seen, not to mention rudely insulted, your granddaughter enough for one lifetime. Good-bye, never come again." Gabriel told them as he shut the door in their faces, ignoring the cries of protest and knocking following.
They both heard the microwave go off and went into the kitchen to get the pop corn.
"Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"Am I really all those things Mommy's parents said?" She asked quietly. Gabriel sighed and kneeled down to her level.
"Of course not, sweetie. They are just...... Very disagreeable people." He told her.
"Why are they so disagreeable?"
"They are still angry that your mother left them. That she didn't want to just hand over her happiness to them and marry, to love, whoever they choose. They didn't actually mean those things they said. They just do not know how to deal with something that is out of their hands." He explained. She nodded.
"So I don't make mommy ill?" She asked, just needing a bit more reassurance. He smirked and hugged her.
"Nah, mommy loves you very much." He told her. She smiled.
"I love her too. And I love you too, Daddy." She announced happily.
"I know, halfling. I love you, too." He told her, trying not to tear up. Yeah, she definitely was turning him into a push over.
"Hey, Gabriel! Answer the door!" They heard from the kitchen. "Uncle Gabriel!!! Reese!! Are you home!!" Gabriel got up off the ground and answered the door. He was relieved to see Ian with Bethany.
"Hi Reese! Hi Uncle Gabriel! Who were the crazy people?" Bethany asked as she sipped on her slurpy.
"And she means crazy. They were muttering to themselves and such." Ian added as they entered.
"And they yelled at me!" Bethany mumbled angrily as she passed her slurpy to Teresa to have a sip.
Gabriel sighed. "Couldn't get enough from insulting their granddaughter that they had to settle on her best friend?" He asked.
Ian looked at him. "Granddaughter?"
"Angelique's folks." He mumbled. Ian nodded and sighed as well.
"Then they really are crazy." Ian stated.
"So was it good or bad that you spilled your slurpy on them, daddy?" She asked. Gabriel and Teresa started laughing and Ian just shrugged and smirked.
"I don't take well to people who call my daughter 'a noisy, gothic thing'."
"Alright! Go Uncle Ian!" Teresa said. "Daddy, next time they come, can I pour something on them?"
Gabriel smiled, knowing if Angelique were there, she would be smiling, too. "Sure, baby. You just do that."
Coming Attractions:
Training Not Optional
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Teresa laughed loudly as she sat on the couch. She liked days like this, lazy after school days. She had done her homework, cleaned her room, and now she had the whole rest of the afternoon to do what she wanted. Well, at least till bed time.
"Daddy! Can you come here a minute?" Teresa called from the couch. She heard the computer chair squeak as he turned and laughed again. It sounded like a chimp munk!
Gabriel walked in. "Yes?"
She smiled up at him sweetly. "Daddy, can you please make me some pop corn? Please??" She asked. Gabriel was not able to avoid her Bambi like eyes and sighed.
"Sure, fine." He mumbled out. When did he become such a push over for Bambi eyes? Hell, he use to use that himself. He shook his head as he grabbed the popcorn off the shelf.
Just then, the door bell rang and Gabriel groaned. "Teresa, can you get that? I'm pretty sure it's Beth and your uncle." He asked. He heard her jump off the couch and run. He smirked when he heard her smash into the door lightly. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I wanna do that again!" She shouted back. He grinned as the door bell rang again.
"Why don't you answer the door first?" He suggested.
Teresa unlocked the huge bolt and opened the door. She looked up at two people, a man and a woman. Both looked like they were in there fifties and they both looked at her with interest. Teresa looked back toward the kitchen.
"Daddy! There's older people here and I don't know who they are! And I'm pretty sure it's not Beth and Uncle Ian in disguise." She called back to him. The two older adults scowled at her.
"Such an inappropriate child." The woman remarked quietly. Teresa scowled right back at her.
"Hey! You're mean." She replied back. Gabriel came up behind her and glared over at the people at his front door.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He asked them coldly, placing one hand on Teresa's shoulder protectively. Teresa looked between them and her father, really confused.
"We only wanted to see our granddaughter." The woman replied. "I am already highly disappointed, Mr. Bowman. My daughter must be ill from her grave." She told him haughtily.
Teresa frowned at hearing this. She didn't want her momma being ill in her grave. She felt her father's hand tighten on her shoulder. "Granddaughter?" She asked out loud.
"We are your mother's parents. That makes you our granddaughter." The man replied.
Gabriel glared back at them, a total contradiction of what he was named for. "You have no right to come around here and insult not only me, but my daughter, when you have barely seen us for over a minute."
The man stepped forward, trying to push his way in. "We have just as much a right to see her as you do." Gabriel pushed him off with his free arm. The woman shook her head.
"What more do we need know? You dress her like a slob, her answers prove she has no manners, and her she lacks the air her mother had." She told him coldly. "You are raising a bohemian."
"You know what, you've seen, not to mention rudely insulted, your granddaughter enough for one lifetime. Good-bye, never come again." Gabriel told them as he shut the door in their faces, ignoring the cries of protest and knocking following.
They both heard the microwave go off and went into the kitchen to get the pop corn.
"Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"Am I really all those things Mommy's parents said?" She asked quietly. Gabriel sighed and kneeled down to her level.
"Of course not, sweetie. They are just...... Very disagreeable people." He told her.
"Why are they so disagreeable?"
"They are still angry that your mother left them. That she didn't want to just hand over her happiness to them and marry, to love, whoever they choose. They didn't actually mean those things they said. They just do not know how to deal with something that is out of their hands." He explained. She nodded.
"So I don't make mommy ill?" She asked, just needing a bit more reassurance. He smirked and hugged her.
"Nah, mommy loves you very much." He told her. She smiled.
"I love her too. And I love you too, Daddy." She announced happily.
"I know, halfling. I love you, too." He told her, trying not to tear up. Yeah, she definitely was turning him into a push over.
"Hey, Gabriel! Answer the door!" They heard from the kitchen. "Uncle Gabriel!!! Reese!! Are you home!!" Gabriel got up off the ground and answered the door. He was relieved to see Ian with Bethany.
"Hi Reese! Hi Uncle Gabriel! Who were the crazy people?" Bethany asked as she sipped on her slurpy.
"And she means crazy. They were muttering to themselves and such." Ian added as they entered.
"And they yelled at me!" Bethany mumbled angrily as she passed her slurpy to Teresa to have a sip.
Gabriel sighed. "Couldn't get enough from insulting their granddaughter that they had to settle on her best friend?" He asked.
Ian looked at him. "Granddaughter?"
"Angelique's folks." He mumbled. Ian nodded and sighed as well.
"Then they really are crazy." Ian stated.
"So was it good or bad that you spilled your slurpy on them, daddy?" She asked. Gabriel and Teresa started laughing and Ian just shrugged and smirked.
"I don't take well to people who call my daughter 'a noisy, gothic thing'."
"Alright! Go Uncle Ian!" Teresa said. "Daddy, next time they come, can I pour something on them?"
Gabriel smiled, knowing if Angelique were there, she would be smiling, too. "Sure, baby. You just do that."
Coming Attractions:
Training Not Optional