Disclaimer: I don't own anything sadly.
A/N: Yes, I've found inspiration so hopefully it won't take me as long to update.
Christi POV (Journal)
I hate him, I hate him, I hate him. He had to ruin the best moment ever between me and Brad. So you're probably wondering what happened last night right? Well here's what happened. So we got home and we were gazing into each others eyes like they do in movies like the Notebook. We went into kiss and what happened? My idiot of a father swung the loft door open, camera in hand. He was saying something but I just tuned him out. I look up at Brad and he's muttering "this is fucked up," under his breath.
Mark POV
"You did what!" Lauren exclaimed in horror.
I drift back to two hours ago when I swung the loft door open. I was recording a intro to the film I was making about Christi's first date.
"December 31, 2010 9pm Eastern Standard time," I said into my camera. Suddenly I heard a bit of sound outside the loft door. I swing the door open to see Christi and Brad only inches apart. The camera was still rolling.
"Daaaaaaaad!" She squealed.
I start saying sorry and just become immensely embarrassed. I heard Brad mutter something about this being fucked up like Roger always does.
"Mark, hello! Talk to me, I'm your wife," Lauren shouted into my ear.
"I was just over excited," I replied finally.
Lauren POV
I can't believe he'd do that, embarrass our only daughter like that. I feel so bad for her, I remember when my Dad did that to me and I was mortified for weeks. I think I should get Brad up here so Christi can at least spend New Years with him. I walked down to their apartment door.
"Davis open this door!" I yelled at the closed door.
"What, I really don't feel like going out so just leave me the hell alone," Roger yelled back.
"I need Brad, if you can actually drag yourself out come over and we'll be watching the celebrations in New York Times Square." I tell him.
Brad than proceeds to walk out through a crack in the door that was just big enough for me to see Roger sitting there strumming his guitar.
"You need to come talk to Christi and celebrate the New Year with her. I know this is what she'd want," I explain to him.
"While "Uncle" Mark obviously doesn't so I'm going to give him what he wants," Brad retorted.
"Well I think your bullshitting me. I think that you're scared that she'll break your heart or that it won't work out and my husband will beat you six feet under. But your wrong so just suck it up and talk to her," I bark at him.
"Fine, lets just get one thing straight though. I never bullshit anyone," Brad said with a smug grin on his face.
Brad POV
I walked up to her room and knocked on the door.
"Hey," I say to the solid oak door.
"Go away Dad!" She responded.
"I hate to tell you but it's Brad, not your Dad," I tell her.
"Oh, never mind than I'll just come, ow hey," I think she tripped over something.
"So did my dad totally freak you out and make you never want to see me again," I was told close to tears.
"I still like you, I'm not scared off that easily. If I was I would be long gone," I said.
"You're fantastic, you know that right?" Christi replied while hugging me.
A few hours later, it's almost midnight and everyone's crowded in the area around the TV
Mark POV
It's almost the New Year. I feel like we should be breaking a door or some thing down right now. Only 10 seconds to go…nine…eight…seven.
"Mark, I need to tell you something," Lauren whispered into my ear.
"WHAT?" I yell over all the noise.
Six…Five…Four…Three…Two…
"I think…"
A/N: Cliffhanger! If you want to find out what happens sooner leave a review!
