Criminating Caring pt.1

As the years went by Buzz was finding it harder and harder to keep up with Jill. It had been five years since the whole 'Career Day' fiasco and she was now seventeen and a junior in high school but what was worst was the fact that she had gotten more forceful and rebellious since hitting puberty, much to Buzz's annoyance. But the one thing he hated most was the 'special' attention she was receiving from the opposite gender.

It all started one fine spring day. The birds were singing, the sun was shining, and Jill was outside, tending to her garden. Buzz was in his office when he noticed that the ceiling fan light was dying so he went to get the step ladder out of the garage. When he came out, something caught his attention. Jillian had stopped gardening and was now talking to a young man that he had never seen before. It really didn't help that Jill was wearing black shorts and a gray tank top, giving the boy a free show to her slim figure. Walking over to the two he growled in annoyance that the two didn't noticed him.

"Well hello there." The two teens jumped and turn their attention to the adult before them, as a blush crept onto their faces. "And…just who might you be?" Buzz said trying his best to keep his anger in check as he forcefully smiled at the younger man. The boy gulped and held his trembling hand out before speaking.

"Chi-Chip Winger, sir. I-I'm the new delivery boy for Planetary Gardens." He stuttered as He motioned to the delivery van. Buzz remained in his stern father stance as Jill sighed in frustration. "I-I was ju-just delivering some Rhizomeian flower bushes t-to the H-Haymans, w-when I g-got into a c-conversation with your daughter…" Chip stumbled as Buzz continued to glare at him. Putting his hands on his hips, he turned his attention to Jill, who was glaring at him.

"Jillian, why don't you go to your room and put something more…appropriate on?" Jill crossed her arms in anger as she frowned.

"Why? What I have on is perfectly-"

"That wasn't a suggestion that was an order, Jillian Andrea Isabelle Lightyear!" Growling at him for using her full name, she huffed angrily before storming into the house. Waiting until she was inside, Buzz turned his attention back to Chip, still trembling. Grabbing the younger man's still extended hand; he grasped it tightly causing the boy to wince in pain. "Now, how about you go over to the Haymans, deliver those bushes, and go?" Standing there like a deer in headlights, hand being crushed in a vice like grip, Chip didn't know what to do next in this situation. "Double time, mister, move it!" Buzz snapped. Quickly regaining his senses, the teenager return to his truck, dropped the bushes off then sped off. No sooner did the hover van disappear did Jill return, now clad in a purple tee and gray sweat pants. Looking around, she sighed in frustration.

"You scared him off, didn't you? Why do you always do this? Why do you always chase off anything with a XY chromosome that comes within a 100 radius of me?" She scowled him annoyed. Crossing his arms, he looked at her sternly.

"Because, little missy, all teenage boys that age are driven by their testosterone and hormones, they have one and only one thing in mind when they see girls such as you." Jill just looked at him unconvinced.

"Not all of them are like that. And you can't possibly think that they are."

"Yes they are, and yes I can because I was one once." He snapped, remembering back to his pre-adult years. No way was he going to let one of those grabby little monsters near his precious lil girl. Letting out a frustrated sigh Jill grabbed her gardening things and went back inside mumbling under her breath darkly along the way. Buzz rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly as their neighbor, Mr. Hayman walked out of his house. Taking one look at the single father, he knew what had happen.

"Teenage girl problems there Buzz?" Looking at the teal man he nodded.

"I just want what's best for her. Why is that hard for her to understand?" Shaking his head, he couldn't help but sigh. "She's just so…so…so…" Looking for the right words, Mr. Hayman helped find the perfect ones.

"Like her mother?" Pausing, Buzz looked at him in a sideswiped matter, and then slowly smiled longingly. Short reddish brown hair shined almost as brightly as her violet blue eyes. A perfectly curved body with soft sun kissed skin. Lips like plush rose petals, usually forming frowns, but mostly curved into a seductive smile that melted him like butter. She had a hard time being social because of her upbringing, but she had the purest heart of anyone he knew. People would scoff and scowled her for her love of animals, because of her ranking them higher then people, calling her shallow or uncaring and usually making fun of her behind her back. But she let those cold looks and jeers roll right off of her. All she cared about was him and her animals. As long as she had those, she would hold her head high and continued her work in saving endangered species and starting a family with him.

"Yeah..." he said warmly. "Just like her mother." Sighing, he wished she was still around, especially at times like these. Mr. Hayman patted him on the shoulder in comfort, but paused as he looked down at his lawn.

"Uh, Buzz? May I ask you something?" Looking at the older man, the father nodded. "What happen to my new Rhizomeian flower bushes?" Said bushes where scattered across the green lawn, as if someone had thrown them out of a moving vehicle at top race.