me + OLTL chacters equalsme not owning them so don't sew.

"So… tell me about yourself." John said as he stuffed his hands in his coat pockets. After they put her bags in his car, they drove off to the park.

"Full name: Amber Marie Brown. I like to play sports, music is my life, I love taking photographs, and practice my guitar and drums, you?" She smiled. John had to admit. He was impressed.

"Full name: Jonathan David McBain. I like to watch football, Tom and Jerry, and hit the punching bag." Amber started laughing.

"You watch Tom and Jerry?"

"Yeah…"

"Don't you think you're to OLD to be watching cartoons?"

"One I'm not old and two, no one is ever too old to stop watching cartoons."

"Ok…good answer…I guess." They stopped and John asked her if she wanted to get some Ice-cream. He led her over and they ordered.

"What would you like to have?" the man behind the counter asked.

"Espresso Oreo." They said at the same time." They smiled at each other.

"You're a coffee addict to?" John laughed.

"Yeah mom thinks I'm too young to be drinking coffee but she thinks I'm too young for a lot of things." John looked over at her with concern. What things was she to young for?

"Like what?" he asked handing her an Ice cream.

"She thinks that I'm too young to be going and watch bands play which is like my favorite thing to do. Well, I guess I need to use past tense now so it's 'thought'. John felt bad. Having to move to a new town with people she didn't really know after her mother died had to be hard.

"You want to talk about it?" he asked.

"No. Not really" She said with a little harshness in her voice. "I don't really like talking about me. Sorry if I sounded rude."

"Oh, no. It's ok. I understand." He did understand. More than she would ever know. John watched as she sat on the swings that they came across while they were talking. He sat down next to her.

"What is it like being a cop?" She asked as she started to pump herself on the swing, with the ice cream almost gone in her hand.

"It's ok. Sometimes its not, but most of the time putting bad guys away is my specialty. What do you want to be when you grow up?"

"I'm thinking about going into Photography. I love taking pictures and I'm really good at it."

"You'll have to show me sometime. What kind of Guitar you play?"

"I play Bass and electric. I play acoustic when I have to."

"So I'm guessing you like rock." Just like her mother. The wild child. Hopefully it wasn't genetic.

"And techno, emo, screamo, indie, classic rock, Alternative rock, pop, and electric funk." She smiled at Johns face.

"Never heard of some of those names for music."

"Why? What kind do you listen to?"

"Classic Jazz" He watched her make a fart noise with her mouth.

"Psh…you like the old fart music. I'll have to introduce you to MY kind of music."

"Just because I have good taste in music…

"I never said that you didn't, but you need a variety. You have a lot to about learn about music dude." She said jumping off the swing and throwing away the napkin. John thought to himself. 'Did she just call me dude?' He didn't really care. As long as she was happy and they were bonding he was happy. The made there way back to John's car and back to his house.

"Just make yourself comfortable, and I'll be back and a minute." He left her on the couch with the TV on and went into his room, shutting the door.

"Hello?"

"He Mike, it's me."

"Make this quick man I need to get to a patient." He said sternly.

"I need you to come by later when you get a chance, I have a surprise." He said grinning.

"Alright I'll be there when I can." And hung up. He wondered what his brother would say when he met Amber. So far she seems shy, and very sweet. But he didn't know if that could change within the next couple of weeks. He walked out of his room.

"Amber I…" he started. Until he saw her, curled up in a ball sleeping. She looked so peaceful, like her mother." It had been a long day for her. He pulled the blanket off of the couch and put it on her. Tucking it so she wouldn't get cold. He pushed the blond strands of hair away from her face. He started hearing a buzzing sound; it was coming from her phone. He looked to see who was calling her. The name said Baby Cakes.

'Baby Cakes?' he thought. 'Who the hell is Baby Cakes?' He hoped it wasn't a boyfriend. He didn't want her dating. He hardly knows her and he was already thinking about telling her not to date. 'What am I thinking? Shut-up McBain, it's not your place. Wait a minute…it is my place… I'm her father…but not yet anyways…what if Baby Cakes isn't a boyfriend?' All these thoughts swarmed in his head.

"…please…don't hurt me. I'm sorry. I really am." John turned around facing her. He watched the tears fall from her face as she turned over, mumbling. He sat down beside her and shaking her softly.

"Amber…Amber..." She eyes popped open, her body shaking. She started pulling away from John's grasp.

"Don't hit me please! I didn't mean…" She finally realized where she was. She was in her dad's apartment. Away from harm, away from her mother. She started taking deep breaths trying to calm herself down.

"You ok?" He asked worried. What was she talking about?

"Um…I….um…Is there somewhere I-I can get some a-air?" She stuttered.

"Yeah last door to you left, it's the roof top." She jolted up off the couch not saying anything.

"Don't forget you're..." He watched the door slam.

"Coat." Finishing his sentence he flopped down on the couch, putting one hang on his chest, the other behind his head.

If theres any spelling errors I'm sorry. I wrote this at like 2 A.M