Bridget hadn't seen her dad since Christmas. Christmas was always their time. Since the year when she waseight and her parents had split up, her dad had come every year and stayed at a hotel for four days, and they hung out. Concequently Christmas was her favorite time of year.

This was the first time she had flow out to visit him in California, Playa Linda to be more exact.

"Please put your tray in its upright and locked position" a flight attendant chirped to the man sitting beside her in the aisle seat. The man was heavy and almost completely bald. He had one of those pathetic looking comb overs. It was laways sat when a man tried to hide his baldness by letting what was left of his hair grow long enough to cover the rest of his head.

"Flight attendants please take your seats" the pilot said over the P.A. system.

Bridget felt a trill in the bottom of her stomach. She uncrossed her legs, putting both feet firmly on the ground and grabbing her arm rests tightly.

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"Sweetheart!" her dad, Matt called out.

Bridget ran to her dad when she saw him waving his arms at her from behind the plexiglas half wall, keeping any non-pasengers out.

She felt like a cliche, running to him like that, but she loved it anyways.

"Dad!" she cried as she threw herself at him. She savored that word. Most kids got to say it everyday, but for Bridget it was special.

"How was your flight?" he asked as he put his arm around her shoulder and steered her towards the baggage claim area.

"Long" Bridget sighed.

"Aren't they always?" he smiled.

"You look beautiful, Bumble Bee" he said.

Bridget smiled, Bumble Bee, that had been her nickname ever since she was little. She would never stop loving the tone of her dads voice when he called her his little Bumble Bee.

"You grew taller, I think" he put his hand on the top of her head.

"I did" she said proudly as though it had taken effort on her part "I'm five six and a half" she reported "Almost five seven"

"Wow" he said from his height of six foot two.

They grabbed her bags and made their way out the the car.

"How are your friends?" he asked.

He knew how it was with her, Amie, Carly and Heather. He always remembered the details about her friends from the last time they talked.

"It's a wierd summer for us" she answered "It's our first summer apart"

"I'm glad you're here all summer" he said.

"I'm glad to be here too" she replied.

Matt sped up the car as they pulled onto the highway.

"You know, I was thinking that you might want to try surfing while you're here" he suggested.

"Sounds like fun" Bridget replied.

Bridget studied the scenery, then she studied her dad's face. He was tanned already. It must have been something that ran in the family. She was laways tanned also.

"I can't wait to see your place" she said.

"I can't wait for you to see it either, Bumble Bee" he replied, but something was off. She could tell that there was something that he wasn't telling her.

"Here we are" he said as he pulled the car into a drive way of a house that looked too perfect for anyone to actually live in it. This house didn't seem like a house that her dad would want to live in.

For a minute bridget thought that her dad was joking, but she quickly realised that he wasn't when he climbed out of the car and grabbed her bags. bridget hurried to follow him up the front steps.

"We're home" her dad called intothe house.

What!? Bridgets mind screamed. How was he calling to to. Nobody else lived here, did they?

Her questioned was quickly answered as three faces apeared from another room.

"Bumble Bee, this is my fiance Michelle and her two kids, Mitchel" he said indicating to the boy, who looked just a little older than herself "And Melissa" he said indicating to the girl, who looked to be about the same age as Bridget.

"Fi...Fiance?" Bridget sputtered.

"Yes, isn't it great" he replied.

"Since when?" Bridget questioned.

"January" he replied.

"I think I need to be alone" Bridget said quietly.

"Oh...okay" Matt said with a note of sadness in his voice.

"Melissa, why don't you show Bridget to the guest room" Michelle suggested.

"Okay" Melissa replied cheerfully.

Bridget followed Melissa up the stairs and into the guest room. She was pretty sure that Melissa was talking, but she had no interest in listening.

"Thanks" Bridget mumbled as she closed the door on Melissa'a face. She was being really rude, but right now she could care less.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that she noticed that Melissa had carried her bags upstairs. Bridget went over to one of the bags and pulled out her teddy bear. Sixteen and she still had her teddy bear.

She held teddy tightly to her chest and plopped herself down on the bed. This was going to be the worst summer ever.

Why hadn't her dad told her before that he was engaged? How could be do this to her? She hated him for it.

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