Do you Believe in Fate?
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Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or Johnny, he belongs to Booboo33 ^.^
I own Meg, Tommy and Carry.
Twelve new problems and no answers
I roll my eyes for the umpteenth time as Tommy continues to pitch his fit; apparently he doesn't like the idea that I was fostering Carry.
"It's not a good idea!"
"Why isn't it a good idea Tommy? Please explain this one to me again."
"It just… isn't!"
"Oh… well… now that you explain it that way it makes perfect sense!"
"Don't make fun of me."
"You know… I thought we were past all this."
"What are you talking about?"
"You… getting upset for no reason whatsoever…"
"What is that supposed to mean?" he questioned menacingly.
"That's enough Tommy!" yells Paul from his position on the couch.
I glance over to Paul who stands up slowly and walks so that he is standing in between Tommy and me. Paul tends to do this often and I still don't understand why. Does he think that Tommy is going to attack me? Heh… Like to see him try…
"I think it's a good idea," Paul says calmly.
"You only think it's a good idea because-"
"Shut your mouth pup!" growls Paul.
Tommy glares at me before he turns and stomps out the door and slams it behind him.
"You really think it's a good idea?" I venture softly after a moment's silence.
"Yeah, I do…" he says with one of his charming smiles.
"I think I'm going to have to move though…"
"Why?" he questions apprehensively.
"I don't think I have enough room here, plus I would like for them to be closer to school and their friends. Also, if they allow me to move onto the reservation, I'll feel better about Tommy's random running around."
"You really do care about him like you're his mom don't you?" he asks softly, with a glint in his eyes.
"What? No… I just think that… you know… he needs someone to watch out for him."
"Speaking of people watching out for people…" Paul starts looking hesitant, "Do you think that I would make a good parent?"
"What?" I question as my heart freezes and my chest constricts making it harder to breathe.
"I was thinking of fostering a kid… you know… kinda like you…"
"Oh! Yeah! Yeah sure that would be great! You're great with Tommy…" I say with relief.
"You think so?"
"Yeah! He adores you; he wants to be just like you Paul."
"So you think it's a good idea?"
"Of course! But didn't they deny you custody of Tommy? Would they let you foster someone?"
"I wasn't able to foster Tommy because I didn't have appropriate living space for him. There wasn't enough room, but I've found a house…"
"You've found a house?"
"Yeah, a pretty big one…"
"Oh that's great!"
"Would you go look at it with me?"
"Sure, I would love to! When do you want to go?"
"Tomorrow after you get off work ok?"
"Sure! Oh, I'm really excited Paul!"
"Yeah… me too…"
~~~The Next Day~~~
I roll my eyes as I gaze at the digital clock and glare at the screen and curse my writers block. I was really tired of staring at the flashing bar and would like to do nothing more than reach into the computer and pull out the little flashing bar and stomp on it… HARD!
Alas, six o'clock finally rolls around and I am set to go. As I walk down the stairs leading out into the parking lot where my car is I am displeased to find leaning against it, one Calvin… I never learned his last name so just …Calvin.
"You haven't called me my dear…" he purrs upon seeing me.
"I've been busy," I say stoically.
"Too busy to call?"
"Yes, now if you will excuse me I have an appointment to keep," I say sternly as I try to open my car door.
"I don't think so…" he murmurs as he leans on the driver's side door, putting all of his weight into not allowing me in and gives me an evil smirk while slowly taking his glasses and looking deep into my eyes.
"What do you want?" I ask in boredom.
"Excuse me?"
"What do you want? Or are you deaf as well as dumb?"
"Don't you want me?"
"Not especially… No… Sorry…"
A look of frustration crosses his face before he slams his glasses back on and stomps off.
"Ok… That was weird…" I dismiss his actions though.
Quickly I get into my car and head over to Paul's house. When I get there I see Paul sitting on his front steps glaring down at a tiny device in his hands.
"Why didn't you answer?" he questions aggravated with me as I step out of the car.
"I didn't hear the phone ring… jeeze chill…"
"I was worried!"
"I'm fine Paul."
"You're fifteen minutes late and you smell like…"
"Smell like what?"
"Nothing… Let's just go…"
"Ok," I mutter in exasperation as I follow him over to his large black truck and climb in.
The drive there is relatively silent and takes only a moment. When we pull into the drive, I fall in love.
Standing before me is the most beautiful house I've ever seen. At least two stories with a wraparound porch various trees, shrubs and flowers are growing in several beds in the front yard. We get out and I stand in awe of the house.
"It's beautiful Paul," I whisper.
"Let's go inside," he mutters before he grabs my hand and pulls me onto the front porch.
There is a painting in place of where a rug would be of a picturesque farm landscape and several ceiling fans hang from the ceiling along with porch lights. We walk into a living room with a vaulted ceiling and a large fireplace on the right hand wall and a staircase on the left. A wall with a large window with shutters connects to the kitchen which is large with an island and granite counter tops. French doors open out to the back onto the porch and a large garden in full bloom and out a little farther is a pond with a small dock and everything. The upstairs is open so that you can look down onto the first floor with a window seat and small living area. Turning to the left there are three pretty good sized rooms and a bathroom. On the first floor with its own French doors connecting to the porch, is the master bed and bathroom as well as another bedroom.
"Paul? How are you going to afford this by yourself let alone with a dependent?"
"Well… you need a bigger house… I need a bigger house… I was thinking that maybe we could move in together?" he questions hesitantly.
"Move in together, I don't know Paul..."
"This is your dream house… I know it is by the way that you look it, you want this house and I want to give it to you."
"Why?"
"You give so much Meg… why can't you just let someone give to you? To take care of you?"
"I don't need to be taken care of Paul…"
"I know you don't need to be… but I would like to."
"I need to think about this…" I say as I turn to leave.
"Wait! Look at this!" Paul grabs my arm and turns me around to face him, in his hand is photo of a boy with brown hair and eyes. In the photo he is smirking with a mischievous glint in his eyes, but under that is a deep seeded sadness.
"Is this the boy?"
"His name is Johnny, he's 13 and his parents died in a car crash about a year ago, he's been bouncing from relative to relative, he aunt kicked him out recently because they think he's a bad kid, but I know he's not, Meg. They just don't get him…" he says turning away from me.
"Paul?"
"They said the same things about me Meg. Do you think I turned out bad?" he questions with his voice quivering.
"No Paul… I don't… I'll move in with you… We'll just be a…dysfunctional family together and prove everyone wrong!" I say with a soft smile.
Paul turns around and scoops me up into a hug burying his face into my shoulder and holding on tight.
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