When Paul met Carmen

It's a short story. Probably only one chapter, but I might add more. How Paul feels when he is first introduced to Carmen.

It was a foggy morning/afternoon. Paul woke up and noticed that Al was gone. He was going to pick up his daughter from the airport. They were going to have another girl in the house, oh joy, hormones! Paul pulled out a box of Lucky Charms, to avoid the hideous looking egg his mother had prepared. Sometimes Lydia just wasn't good at cooking.

It was an hour later, an SUV pulled up to the curb. Lydia went outside.

Lydia: KIDS!

Paul walked outside completely calm and collected. Krista was buzzing with joy.

Lydia: Carmen, this is Krista and Paul.

Krista: We're going to be brides maids together.

There was a puzzled look on Carmen's face. As if she didn't know about the wedding, ha, she was funny!

Al: I hadn't quite gotten to that part yet.

Al explained to Carmen that they were getting married and Paul was entirely bored. Why didn't Al tell his daughter? Even Paul's drunken father would tell him. This made Paul's head spin.

Later on, it was dinner time. Carmen started to eat her food.

Lydia: Will you say grace, Al?

Al said Grace and then they lead into a discussion on how Paul and Lydia met. Paul, again, was completely bored and thought that Al was the worst father in the world for not even telling her all these things on the 15 minute car ride from the airport.

They finished dinner and Paul went to his room. A few seconds later, he heard Carmen trudge up the stairs. He followed swiftly behind her. Carmen punched a number into the phone.

Carmen: Mom, guess what? I am having a terrible time. The water in the toilet is blue! Dad has a new family. And he says GRACE! We couldn't get him to go to church with us once, mom. Krista's like a little cheer friend, and her and Lydia together are like perfect sunshine twins! Paul hasn't said a word to me!

A/N: In case you haven't noticed, I am putting what she says into my own words.

Paul was taken back by the last comment. He hadn't said a single word. Not one. How rude was he? He didn't even say "Hey," or "Nice to meet you." He was a shy jerk. She was going to be his step-sister in a matter of months, and it had already been one day, that he hadn't said anything to her.

Carmen: Mom, I don't feel like I belong here. He has a perfect family and no need for us. I want my dad back!

Paul's attitude changed. She was a spoiled brat. She couldn't share her father with a family in need; she had to have him all for herself and her mom. Paul quietly stomped out of the room, just as Carmen clicked the phone off. He threw himself into his bed, and immediately fell asleep.

He had a weird dream. He dreamed that Carmen was crowned Queen and she sat on a throne. Everybody had to bow down to her, and her mom and Al were sitting at her side. Off to the right, there was a tombstone, which read Paul's father's name. Krista and Lydia were too busy bowing down to Carmen that they didn't notice their husband and father was dead. He woke up, sweat trickling down his back and front.

He walked downstairs to the kitchen, where Carmen sat.

Paul: You are not the queen.

Carmen: What?