Five years later...
"Madison Marie Torres! Get in here now!"I seethed. A fifteen year old Maddi jumped into the tour bus, arms crossed and sulking.
"Dad-"she started, but I cut her off.
"What were you thinking?! Two words, Maddi: Disney contract!"
"I hate being a goody two shoes Disney girl, Dad! I hate it! I'm not even allowed to have a boyfriend, and I'm fifteen years old!"
I buried my face in my hands.
"Just...go to your bunk, Maddi. We'll talk about this later."
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Maddi's POV
I didn't see what Dad's big problem was. I mean, it was just a kiss. Yeah, it was with some guy I met earlier that day, but still. What did he expect me to do, sing all my life and never get married? It wasn't fair.
I buried my head in my pillow when I heard Dad opening the curtain.
"Maddi?"
"What?"I snapped, looking up at him, tears streaming down my face.
"We need to talk,"he sighed, sitting down on the edge of my bunk. I looked away from him stubbornly. He sighed again.
"Listen, Maddi, you can't just kiss someone like that. You don't even know him. You could get hurt, sweetie."
"Whatever,"I rolled my eyes. This was ridiculous.
"Come on, Maddi, don't be like that."
"Be like what? Myself? Whatever. I'm sick and tired of not having any friends because I'm in a state one day, and another the next. It's not normal, and I hate it Dad. Just because you decided not to date doesn't mean I have to. Just because you don't have anyone doesn't mean I don't want to have anyone!"I yelled.
He didn't say anything at all. I looked up at him, and immediately felt bad. He had a hurt look on his face. Dad just stood up and walked away.
"Crap,"I muttered to myself.