"When I First Saw You I Fell In Love, And You Smiled, Because You Knew.- William Shakespeare"
I stood in front of the body sized mirror, my eyes wide with shock.
The female who was standing in front of the mirror had so much on her mind, she was still a little girl inside.. So much she couldnt understand,
so much she needed to know.. Yet she held herself up with a smile as if she was invincible. But the female who was reflecting back was so much different.. She wasn't the little girl who stood in front of the mirror, she was a grown woman. A strong, independent woman, who could walk through hell with a smile and tell the devil off while she was there. The tight black dress that woman wore hugged the curves she held in all the right places, while the sequence that covered the top glistened in the light. The dress rose just above her knee's, and rose up to her mid-thigh when she sat down. The 6 inch black heel's she wore on her feet held 6 inch's higher than she felt, constantly reminding her to keep her posture pure, and her head held high.
Her legs were a sun kissed cream, along with her choice of silver eye-shadow. Everything about that girl looked.. Perfect.
That girl.. Was defiantly, not me.
The fully grown woman who reflected back was nothing like the girl who stood before the mirror. The girl who stood before the mirror,
had a complex mind, yet everything was complicated. She was a highschool graduate, but still, she felt nothing like it. She couldn't understand why everything seemed so weird now that she was in Santa Carla. Her family was acting the same as they always did, but yet something was eating at her to find out.. Something was different.. But she still couldn't think of what. She was an over thinker, and she knew it.. She had always held that curse but she couldn't help but think about it. Had they changed? Or maybe.. It was she who had changed.. Maybe she was finally growing into the woman who stared back at her.
She had some many things going on at this particular time in life that she didn't understand why she could look so good. Her luscious lips were smeared with dull pink lip stick, while her lashes were extended to the perfect length while her long blonde hair hung over her shoulders. Maybe it was she who was growing different.. Not the ones she loved.. But like anything, only time could tell.
Huhhh.. Only time could tell. Precious time that I really didn't want to waste, sitting around waiting for my awnser's.
But for the current question that's pondering inside of my head, time was ticking.
Mom was downstairs cooking dinner with Max, while Sam and Micheal chilled in the 'Dug out', which was the basement room filled with all things that screamed 'hangout'. Mom had told me on the tour that it was Max who had made it for all of the boys, so they had a place to hangout instead of being in the adult's way 24/7. Smart idea, but I don't think they will be able to keep me out of their way all the time.. Even if the dugout is tempting at times.. I must stay strong! For my family, and my dignity...
Of course, like any curious daughter, I had questions'.. Lots of them may I add. But there will be time for questioning, and i'll defiantly know when that time comes, but it's not yet.
The question that was bouncing around inside my head was simple.. But not so much easy..
Impressing the boys..
These were new people, who apparently are all around my age.. I needed to impress them, I was pretty much going to be living with them.. So, I literally needed to make a good impression. My living here depends on it.
I smiled to myself and gave my lips a satisfying 'Pop' before exciting the bathroom and moving slowly towards the bedroom door.
My heel's clicked underneath me as I moved through the house. The spiral staircase leading from upstairs was okay, but the house was like a maze, and took me about 7 minutes to find the kitchen where Mom stood cooking wildly at the kitchen stove. I smiled and watched like the old times, when I was a little girl. I loved to watch Mom cook, every ingredient she placed into the pot, every stir, and every sizzle amazed me. It memorized me.
I always wanted to be the perfect mother to my children, the mother my mom was to me. I wanted to be the perfect mother, just like my mom.
I let my eyes trail over her dress choice, which was my typical mom, my Lucy Emerson.. Not the fashion statement she made out to be.
Her dress was navy blue and flowed past her knee's but hugged her waist perfectly. One large strap on her right arm held the whole dress up, while the rest was strapless. She truely looked beautiful, I couldnt believe someone this perfect was my mother.. She was amazing.
She soon sensed my presence and turned her head swiftly, her brown eyes bugging out in awe. Had I changed that much? Was I really not the girl I thought I was?
I was.. Different.
She dropped the banged the wooden spoon on the side of the pot a couple times, creaking a thin rattling sound which was oddly satisfying. Usually this sound would be annoying as hell, but not today. I was under so much pressure and missed my mother so much today, that the sound of her cooking brought tears to my eyes. I wished I was still that little girl.. I wished I was the little 12-year-old Missy Emerson I use to be.. I guess you can't get stuck in time, no matter how much I want too. Life's not fair, but when is it ever?
Mom lightly dropped the spoon on the counter as she began to walk towards me. The sparkling navy blue ballet flats she wore on her feet touched the ground in a fairy like motion. She reminded me of Tinkerbell sometimes, just like my dreams remind me of Freddy Cougar.. She was like a fairy with the ways she used her wisdom, her looks, and her actions.. But than in other ways she wasn't like a fairy.
She could grow old as quickly as I.. And die, in a blink of an eye.
Suddenly a wash of guilt came rushing on me.
What have I done all these years? Arguing with my mother.. Calling her names when I was upset.. Bitchin' her out because she didn't let me stay out past curfew, only because she was trying to raise me prime and proper.. What have I done to my mother?
Is this the feeling they tell you about? After your all grown up you feel guilty for being such a bitch to your mother? Damn.. As cliché as that sounds.. I was defiantly having that moment, and for all the people who don't believe in such a thing, it exist.. I'm experiencing it now.
"Missy.. You've grown.. Your, Beautiful" She whispered as her gentle hand caressed my face. I jumped in shock to her touch, it was slightly colder than I had remembered, maybe it was from running her hands under the cool water of the tap. Yeah, the tap!
I felt tears brim my eyes as I looked into her's. I felt the need to look away, but I didn't, just stood there staring.
"Like mother, like daughter." I replied quietly, unable to shake the feeling of guilt.
This was new for me.. Me, Missy Emerson NEVER felt guilty.. But now, towards my mother, I felt like a total bitch. I should have listened to her, and shouldn't have caused all this trouble. I never knew what she was going through with dad.. I wish I had because I would have bitched him out a long time ago.
Fucking no good cheater..
I hope he rots in hell.. That son of a bitch.
((Flashback))
The sun was sinking below the thin horizon, casting it's temporary shadow's along with sunny street's of the small town in Phoenix, Arizona. The place where the sun was supposed to shine, was were the moon now sat, shining over the small town, giving everything beneath it a shining silver effect. There was a house standing in middle of a grassy lot, no one in hearing distance.. No one to see what was unfolding at the Emerson estate.
Everyone was tending to supper, or inside huddled up against their loving parent, watching movies or playing scrabble. That was,
everyone but a 16-year-old Missy Emerson, and her father John. The duo stood outside in the pouring rain, watching each other with hatred. A glare was sent from Missy's cloudy greys towards John's hazel's as he watched his daughter, a twinge of guilt tugging at his heart, a feeling that he chose to ignore, later costing him everything he's ever had.
A single tear ran down Missy's cheek, yet it was John who never noticed. The rain was falling so hard between them that they could barely see each, let along a single tear that mixed together with the rain.. But at that moment, everything was set in Missy mind. She was done.. He was going to pay for his bullshit, Missy style.
"You wait till Momma finds out, you ungrateful bastard." Missy hissed venomously, a perfect mix of anger and hatred lacing her tone. He shook his head, as if to get the thoughts of what had just occurred out of his head.. Everything seemed so horrible at the moment, he wanted it all to go away. And go away is what Missy and her family would..
"Missy.. Nothing happened.. She's a friend from work!" He yelled back, his hazel eyes pleading for Mercy, something Missy wasnt about to give.
"Yeah, A friend from work who found her way into your bed." She scoffed, clenching her fist's at her sides. John opened his mouth to speak but was inturpted by another voice that drowned from inside the house.
"Hey John!" The woman yelled, grinning wickedly making Missy cringe that the sight. The woman stood wrapped in nothing but her father's work jacket. Her long brunette hair was in a messy bun as her piercing brown eyes directed their attention to her father, ignoring his daughter standing a few feet away.
Missy almost threw up, but revived enough to call the ungrateful bitch out.
"Get the fuck out! You slut!" Missy yelled at the top of her lungs, the woman looked to her father once more than to Missy.
"John?" She asked, her high pitched voice a mere squeak. Without thinking Missy began to walk closer and closer to the woman, her teeth clenched, her piercing blue eyes directed towards the slut that stood in her doorway.
"John isnt going to save you now hunny.." A dangerous smirk rose upon the 16 year old's lips as her hand clashed to the side of the brunette's face.
Nobody messes with an Emerson.
I cringed at the memory while mom smiled at my sweet compliment. Her gaze transferred across the room to where Max stood in the doorway. He wore his usual coke bottle glasses and a checkered suit, along with a pair of dress shoes and a genuine smile. He was nothing like my first father, something I was grateful for. Instead he seemed almost.. Nice.
"Both beautiful women.. Are you two almost ready to present yourselves at the dinner table? I can take it from here." Max offered with a smile. He had a bubbly personality, but it wasn't like the 'fake' bubbly type.. It was almost comforting after the horrible memory that just played through my mind.. Almost. That never happened with my real dad, he would never be this nice, and take over dinner.. Man,
maybe Max can be accepted, he seems like a nice guy WAIT! Missy Emerson! What are you thinking!? This guy is trying to take over you family, and RUIN it! You cant accepted him.
I managed a weak grin, nodding towards Max, mumbling a swift 'thank you' before exciting the room, my mother at my heels.
"Missy.. The living rooms this way." She called from behind me. I spun around and chuckled before following her into a very filled room.
A total of six boys, two I knew, and four I didn't. The four I didn't' know where staring at me in Awe, in which I blushed and turned away.
It was flattering to have the attention pointed towards you, but it felt strange, awkward even. The youngest looking one was sitting in a black leather recliner, his waist long curly blonde hair flew down his shoulders and over his colorful jacket, finding its way to the waist band of his tight black leather pants. He was cute and had a baby face, his icy blue eyes flashed innocence, but somehow,
deep down I knew they were far from innocent.
I moved to the next boy, who was also blonde, and sat on the black leather couch his feet kicked up on the coffee table. He looked to be able a year or two older than the first blonde, they even looked alike.. But this one's hair was wild, like the band member, twisted sister.. Yeah, that's who he reminded me of, Twisted Sister.
He wore a long black tuxedo jacket, over a fish net top. His jacket flowed over his hips and stopped at his mid-thigh, where a pair of bright skinny jeans began. His eyes were almost the same as the first, blue but much darker. A wild grin was plastered on his lips as he looked me over.. Twisted Pervert, Yeah! Twisted Perv.
My gaze transferred to the next boy, who sat next to the second, on the black leather couch. He was different from the first two. His hair was jet-black, and long like Twisted Perv. They almost had the same hair style, long and wind-blown, but Twisted Perv's hair was defiantly more crazy. He wore a black leather jacket with silver outlines of thing's I couldn't make-out, and nothing but his bare chest underneath. He wore a pair of dark skinny jeans, slightly ripped at the knee's.. I liked his black leather jacket, it was sorta like mine.
His brunette eyes periced in mine, like the others, making me cast my gaze away.
I moved on to the final boy, who made my breath hitch in my throat. He sat on the arm of the sofa, leaning more than anything.. He was.. Perfect.
He had platium blonde hair, which was pulled back into a perfect mullet, while his smokey eyes directed attention. His face was angelitic, and like nothing I had ever seen before.. He wore an attire of all black, which made him stand out from his colorful crew. A long black trench coat almost reached his knee's, but stopped at his thigh's. You could make-out a light grey t-shirt and a worn black leather jacket, which was set underneath the trench
coat. Dark jeans hugged his legs, just like the rest of them wore. An earing was periced in his left ear lob, which the rest of them also had. There earings looked homemade almost, but it fit their looks perfectly.
He looked at me with those beautiful eyes and flashed me a quick smile before I looked away. Nobody was looking at the two of us, but I wish they had.. A smile that beautiful should be shown to the world.. Damn it! What am I saying.. Love at first sight does NOT exist..
All together.. Baby Face, Twisted Perv, Brunette Eyes, and Mullet Man fit together like PB&J. (Also, even though I have a strong dislike towards Peanut butter and jam, Sammy seems to like it, so I guess it fit's together well.)
My gaze lingered on Mullet man for another moment, not daring to look into his eyes before my gaze went to the hardwood floor, than my mother.
"Boys." My mother's voice wrung from beside me. The room was silent, only the low buzz of the Tv was heard. Sam and Micheal grinned up at me, they both wore baggy blue jeans and t-shirts with rock logo's on them. Mike wore his black leather jacket, Sammy wore his colorful trench coat. I smirked at him, seeing the same thing Mullet Man wore, a trench coat. The 4 other boys who, all but Mullet Man were snickering quietly. I grew embarrassed and looked away, repeating 'Damn it' in my head multiple times.
Mullet Man gave them a look and they instantly shut up, he must be the leader.. I felt a ring of leadership about him.. Guess my instincts were right.
"This is my daughter, Missy." Mom introduced me, dragging my name a little. I looked up from the ground and gave them a cool smirk,
showing them I wasnt afraid. Which resulted in grin's from them, which was weird, but made me feel welcome. I scanned every one of them once more.
They all looked like Rock star's, they could probley form a band if they had any musical talent at all, which I highly dout, since.. Twisted Perv would probley look at every girl like he wanted to devourer her, Baby face would smile too much, Brunette eyes would scare them off with his quietness, and Mullet Man..
He would steal all their hearts.. He stole mine..I think? Damn Him!
Love at fist sight hardly exist's, so.. I must be, attracted.. Hardly.
Each of them nodded towards me, letting me no they heard my mother's introduction. I felt a warm sensation begin at the pit of my stomach as Mullet Man smirked and nodded for a second time. What that means.. I have no idea.. But it made me feel.. Special?
"Missy.. This is Marko, Paul, Dwayne, And David." She pointed to each one as she spoke. So... Baby Face was Marko, Twisted Perv. was Paul, Brunette Eyes was Dwayne.. And Mullet Man with the sexy eyes was David.. I mean, Phfft, what?
"Supper's ready.." Max called from the kitchen, Mom smiled and scurried back into the hallway, walking towards the kitchen I presume.
Leaving me alone.. With these guys. awkward.
As soon as she was a safe distance away the boys, all but Sam burst out in histical laughter, which confused me.. But I went along with it, for the sake of my embarrassment. When everything started to quiet down again I started to walk towards the kitchen to where mom and Max would be, that's when I felt a presence behind me. The scent of cigarettes and cheap cologne assaulted my nostrils' as I slowly spun around, coming face to face with none other than Paul.
"Thought I would give you a proper introduction." He said seductively, almost to seductively.. Sarcastic almost. I laughed. He was the type of guy who looked like he took advantage of girls, the hopeless flirt. Not falling for that one Paul...
"Yeah and what would that sound like.. May I get into your pants?" I asked with a simple roll of my eyes. The room was filled with laughter once more, hell! Even Paul was laughing.
"I like your style girl, mind if I use that one?" Paul replied as he shoved his hands in his pockets. I shrugged, managing to keep a straight face.
"If you can find a decent girl to use it on." i replied, which earned me howls from the other boys, and an eye roll from Paul.
"Your funny.. Be glad we're having dinner now, because I'll get you back for that one." He replied with a devilish glint in his eyes. His tone was playful, yet sarcastic, but something deep inside of my told me he would, in his own way, get me back. I let a low sigh escape my lips before turning to Micheal, who was also standing and walking towards me. I wouldn't dare let my eyes trace to Mullet Man, or David.. I didnt feel like becoming the blonde tomato.
"Thats my little sis!" Mike exclaimed sarcastically as he carelessly slung his arm around my shoulders. He began to lead my out of the room as the other boys in tow.
I could hear their laughter, and footsteps trail after us, but it wasn't until David's sleeve brushed my fingertips that I knew he was there too.
Author's note::
So Here's another chapter finished! Hope I didnt offend to much when I called Paul 'Twisted Perv', But come on, it was a good nickname, and I just had to write it! Dont get me wrong, love paul.. But he was flirting with her after just meeting her, something this charcter doesnt like haha;) Well, hope you enjoy.. Another chapter finished, making me smile! *Smiles*
Thanks to everyone that reviewed, Love you all! Please try an review:) It's my motivation to keep going! Dont be afraid to tell me what you think!:) *Also, In every chapter I know 'Freddy cougar' is spelt wrong, but im gonna be orginial and spell it my way!:)* Thanks for reading, I'll be sure to update soon, I have the next chapter written, but not sure if I should post it yet:3 Let me know you thoughts.. Oh, and also, for the father scence, I watched acouple movies for some ideas, and TA-DA! There you have it! Movies are great for ideas, reading is also:D
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