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Isobel =)
Chapter five: Who's at the door?
"Hi" I say as I open the door, to find a young girl about my age behind it.
"Hi I'm Natasha" The girl introduces herself "My Mum told me that a new girl had moved in here, and I was wondering if you'd like to play or something."
"Yeah sure, I've just got to ask my Dad first." I turn around to find my Dad standing behind me.
"Dad can I go out and play with Natasha?"
"Yeah sure go ahead." Tony replies with a smile on his face, which came from the fact that I was already making friends.
"Are you sure 'cause we were doing my room?"
"Yeah, yeah it's no problem; you go out and have fun."
"Thanks Dad" I say and give him a hug, before even realising what I was doing. Then it dawned on me;
"Wow, I've just hugged my Dad for the first time" was all I could think.
"Hold on a mo. I'm just goanna get you something" Tony replies smiling from my hug. After a few minutes he walks back with my coat and some think metal in his hand. "I got you this a couple of days ago before you arrived, I was goanna leave it in a draw on your bed for you to find but considering that you're going out now, you might as well have it." He says as he hands me my first ever mobile phone.
"Wow, thank you so much Dad." I say and give him another hug.
"Now I put my number on speed dial number one, and I want you to call me if you think your goanna be longer than two hours or you need anything like being picked up. Okay, be safe" he says and hands me my coat "I trust that Natasha will keep you safe."
"I will we're only going over to the park across the road, sir."
"Bye sweetheart." He says and kisses my forehead for the first time which makes me smile.
"Bye Dad." I say and turn to leave with Natasha and we start a conversation, quickly establishing that we're the same age and that Natasha goes by Tasha and that I go by Becky.
At the park:
"You're from England right?" Natasha asks when we're on the swings
"Yeah, how did you know?"
"Your accent of course, it's pretty obvious."
"Oh right" I say blushing slightly out of embarrassment.
"So what school are you going to now?"
"Oh, the one on the naval base." I say with a shrug because I can't remember its name.
"I go there too!" she shrills out of excitement "We can go to school together."
"Yeah that'll be fun." I join in on her excitement, but secretly I'm overjoyed because now I'll have someone to talk to on my first day of school.
"Yeah, We've got a really cool teacher called Miss Green, she's so nice and really fun" Our conversation rambles on until it starts to rain.
"We probably should be getting back now." I say
"Yeah, let's go." She says and leads the way home.
"Bye she says when she gets to my door."
"Bye Tasha" I say and give her a hug "See you on Monday."
"Yeah see you in school" she replies and walks towards her door. I knock on the door and Dad answers it.
"30 minutes early I'm impressed" He says
"Yeah well it was starting to rain, and we didn't want to be late." I say with a shrug. "So what were you doing when I was with Tasha?"
"Tasha hay, already got round to nicknames" Dad teases "What's yours then, Becky?"
"Haha" I say and playfully hit him on the arm. "Now come on what were you doing?"
"That's a surprise" he says, steps behind me and covers my eyes with his hands.
"Oh come on!" I say "Can't you just tell me?"
"It's not something I can easily describe you know, it's much easier if you see it for yourself!" he explains and starts walking us around making sure that I can't tell where we are going.
"Okay we're here!" he announces after a few minutes and removes his hands from my eyes. It turns out that we're standing in front of my door. Then I notice that he's put up a sign saying "Becky's room" in fancy writing.
"Where did you get that?"
"Well I wasn't only flirting with Sarah yesterday." He says with a smirk, "Now go on, and open the door." He says eagerly.
So I open the door and I am suddenly overwhelmed. It's perfect, absolutely stunning. Dad had moved everything into its perfect place. The white half bookcase also held a green mini-fridge, which was totally awesome if I might say. He'd bought some CDs of my favourite bands and stuck them in a matching CD stand, he'd put up white curtains behind a brand new matching desk, which he'd placed wacky ornaments on. But what amazed me the most was the bed. He'd arranged all the bedding so that it looked really professional and on the wall above it he'd framed the pictures of me from when I was younger that Mum sent him. "Wow" is all that I can think.
"How did you manage do this in an hour and a half?" I ask
"Ahh, when you're a Senior Field Agent you do tend to pick up a couple of skills." Dad smiles
"Yeah, but how did you manage to set the bed up like that?"
"Um, well, once I went undercover as a member of a hotel staff, and I had to make some beds." Dad admits.
"So, basically you were a maid" I point out, and trying not to laugh
"What?" Dad asks after noticing the face I was pulling
"Just trying to imagine you as a maid." I snigger
"Look, it wasn't that funny" Dad exclaims
"Oh, I'm sure it wasn't" I say sarcastically
"Right, I'm sorry, I really didn't want it to result to this?" Dad says in a scarily serious voice.
"What?"
"Tiggle fight!" Dad yells and starts to tiggle me, which results in me laughing and squirming until I'm out of breath.
"Okay, I -I-gi-ve-in" I pant "Pret-end-ding-to-be-a-ma-id-is-not-funny" I say trying to regain my breath.
"Apology, accepted." Dad smiles "Now do you want to watch a movie or something?"
"Yeah, sure" I reply once my breathing has returned to normal.
"I'll get the popcorn, you choose the movie." Dad suggests and leaves my room.
"Yeah sure" I say follow him to choose a movie. We end up watching Wallace and Gromit in the Wrong Trousers, and took it in turns to say the lines. Dad beat me at this because he can mimic the voices really well, which is really funny; whereas my impressions of the characters are not very good.
"Do you wanna help make some dinner?" Dad asks after the movie is over, and walks over to the kitchen.
"Yeah, sure" I reply and get up to join him. "What are we making?"
"I was thinking we could make some spaghetti, is that ok with you?"
"Yeah, sounds delicious."
After an hour we're sitting down at the table eating our dinner…
"Umm, this really is delicious, how does it taste so good?"
"It's an old family recipe."
"Well I'm family so you can tell me." I hint
"Maybe another time it, kind of comes with a long story."
"Ok, but you've got to promise that you'll tell me."
"I promise" Dad says and we continue to eat our dinners. Once dinner is finished we wash up all the dishes and pans, and sit down on the sofa to watch another movie.
Tony's perspective:
Half way through the movie I notice that Becky has fallen asleep on my lap. It makes me wonder how such a precious thing could just come into my life the way she has, and how someone could make my life so happy in such a short period of time. Trying not to disturb her in her sleep I carry her to her room where I tuck her in bed…
"Sweet dreams my little girl." I whisper and kiss her forehead, and leave the room to turn the TV off and go to bed as well.
Becky's room (in case anyone wants to see what it actually look like, or wants to see how good Tony is at making beds!): replace the (dot)'s with .
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