Ok so I know that I havn't been updating and I am sorry for the wait. Feel free to baggar me for the next chapter. Just don't expect a new chapter for at least 2 weeks but moste likely longer. Oh, and if anyone has a request for a cameo, or want someone to say something or want something to happen, just ask. I can't garentee itll happen but i'll try to fit it in. I like to see what my readers want and I enjoy figuring out how to fit stuff in. I know what I want to happen and I worked that all out, now I want to see what you want and work that in. have fun coming up with stuff, cant wait to see what you all come up with.
Chapter 4:
Tru lay in bed, starring up at the dark celing. A board sigh escaped her lips. She had gotten home from the doctor a few hours ago just so they could tell her that they had been mistaken when they thought she had a fracture on her shin.
She was completely Ok to go back to school, then Tru triped getting out of the building an earned herself a Hello Kiddie bandaid on her sholder, and a nasty sprang to her anckel. So BAM! Just like that she had tasted freedom and tripped onto bed rest again.
If she wasn't frustrated before, she cirtinaly was now. "God my life sucks." she muttered to herself as she began focus on a different spot on the ceiling.
"Tru," her dad peeked his head in, "the babie sitter is here."
"UGH!" Tru groaned. "Babie sitter? Really? I can walk you know, I am perfectly capable of keeping Tony from killing himself while you guy go party."
"It's a buisness party, I have to go. Al..." Bob was cut off.
"All the investors are showing up to get their freak on too, I know, you told me and mom like a billion times." Tru interupted. "I'm not mad that you two are leaving, I'm just anoyed that you feel the need to get some old person to watch us."
"Tru, the sitter is more for Tony, not you." Bob answered, edgging for the door.
"I just told you that I can take care of Tony, just tell him to get me something ever half hour so I can make sure he is still here, and listen for something breaking so that I can fix it and lie about it when you get home. See, babie sitting is nothingi can't handel."
"Tru, the sitter is here, she has been filled in on bedtimes and what to do incase of an emergancy, you have a babie sitter, deal with it."
"Dad!" Tru called right as Bob was about to leave to say bye to his son.
Bob sighed, he had been so close. "What?"
"You're trying to impress people, or at least not make them think your legaly retarded, right?" Tru asked, struggeling to supress her laughter.
"Yes, why?" Bob was worried about what she was about to say, he had a grounding with her name on it waiting for Tru to earn it.
"Than you should check the mirror." Tru pointed to her full length mirror that was draped with jeans, a bra, and a neon pink sock.
Bob approached the mirror with caution, not sure what Tru was attempting to draw to his attention. He stared at his reflection for a few seconds. "What?" he finale asked.
"OK, lucky for you you have a daughter who can help you lie you way through thease things."Tru slid out of bed and limped tword her dad. "You said this was black tie formal, right?"
Bob nodded, not sure what she was getting at.
"Than why are you wearing a neck tie and a blue shirt?" Tru asked. "And you tied your plad sash belt thing wrong. Oh and kaki pants, really dad?"
Bob looked at his reflectgion again. "This is a black tie." He answered.
Tru sighed, "Yes dad, the tie is black, I'm happy you know you colors." Tru began pulling her dad tword his room so she could save his job. "The color isn't what they mean when they say black tie. You need a bow tie."
"But bow tie are so comlicated, I can't tie them. And what's wrong with the rest of my outfit, this is some of my best cloths."
"Yes, and it's fine for church, tea, school dances, and brunch with realatives you don't like. But not for a buisness party at a rich dude's house with all the people who are giving you money." Tru explained as she dissapeared into her dad's half of her parents closet.
"Tru, I really don't think this is nessasary." Bob whined. "I'm gonna be late." he added on, as if Tru cared.
"Dad, you never want to be the first one there, it makes you look eagae, and like you don't have a life." Tru emerged from the closet holding a white botton down shirt, black dress pants, a matching black tux jacket, and a bow tie. "Always show up fashionably late, but never too late, then you just look like you are irresponsible and stupid. Now put theas on." Tru held out the cloths to her father.
Bob began to grumble as he took the new outfit and headed for the bathroom. Tru sat on the hamper by the door to wait.
She sighed, her dad had been in there for ten minutes. "Dad, are you takin a dump in there?" Tru called out.
Bob opened the door his shirt and pants were on, but his kelt-like belt shash thing was still tied wrong, and his bow tie hang in a wrinkly mess around his neck. "Help?" he begged, looking pitiful.
Tru laughed as she hobbled over. "One must be smarter than the tie if one wishes to tame the tie." Tru said, using her Yoda impersination.
"Haha, you're hysterical, now can you help me with this?" Bob begged looking at the clock on the wall.
"Ya, hold still." Tru rolled her eyes and began looping the fabric in some complex way. "Done, now let me fix you're sash." Tru spun her dad and untied the fabric he had tied on his waist. "Dad, wrap this so it is snug around your hips, not you stomach. Then tuck the bottom into your pants." Tru instructed as she headed for the door.
"Where are you going?" Bob asked, feeling lost as he stared at the plad scotish sash.
"Checking on mom, she can't be as hopeless as you but she could probly use some help." Tru answered as she limped out the door and into the hallway. "MOM?" Tru called out.
"In here." Came the answering call, coming from the bathroom in the hallway.
Tru headed for her mom, praying to God she knew not to wear kakki. She let out a sigh of relif as she say her mom in a red halter dress, then shook her head, supressing another laugh. "You can't wear that."
Tru stated.
Dottie furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "Why not? What's wrong with it?"
"Nothing would be wrong if it wasn't a night for people to notice dad." Tru answered, picturing how the red that was on the sash her dad was wearing accented her mom's red dress. "If you walk into that party in that, it will look like dad came with you, and it needs to look like you came with dad."
Dottie heald the look of confusion on her face. Tru rolled her eyes as she began to explain. Dad has red in his belt thing, but that is the only red, everything ells is black and white. Wearing a red dress causes you to stand out and him accent you. The gole here is for dad to stand out an..."
"And for me to accent him." Dottie finished, understanding a bit more. "What color should I wear?" Dottie asked, feeling stupid for asking her 13 year old daughter for styeling tips.
"Black." Tru answered instantly. "In fact that sparkely, long black dress with the slit up the leg is perfect. It makes you stand out, and accent daddy at the same time. You should throw in that red wrap you have, and don't forget the black pantie hose. Your makeup will work with the dress fine so you don't have to redo that." Tru spilled out. She loved helping her parents get ready.
"Thanks, can you go check on your father, I think he might be a little stuck." Dottie asked.
"Already did, he is a hopeless case by the way. You shouldn't let him in the closet unsupervised." Tru laughed. Dottie let out a laugh as she headed for her room to change.
Tru headed to find the sitter to let them know to leave her alone. "Hey kid watcher!" Tru called when she spotted her on the sofa. The woman turrned around to glare at whoever had called her that.
"Look I'm not to thrilled to have some randome chick here to watch over me." Tru began. "And I was informed that you were only called to watch my little brother cuz I am unable to, according to my parents. So let me lay down some ground rules for you."
"Your parents already filled me in on the house rules..." the woman interupted but was interupted herself by Tru.
"Yes, I am fully aware of the rules they layed out for you." Tru shot out, irritated by the dissruption. "Thoes rules are to keep Tony and, supposedly me, alive and healthy. My rules are made to keep YOU alive and healthy. First, I don't have a bedtime so don't try to enforce one. Second, you can't make me eat if I'm not hungry and you cant tell me what to eat when I am hungry. Third, and this is the most important, don't enter my room unless I give you permission. The basic idea here is to pretend like I don't exist and I'll pretend like you don't. The basic idea here is to stay out of my way. You tell Tony what to do all you want, but if you try to make me do something I'll throw you out my bedroom window." and with that, Tru hobbeled back upstairs to her room.
ok so it was kindda stupi and borring, I know. But excitement could be lurking in the next chapter. Dont forget to think of something u wanna see in this fic. Once again, I give no garentees I will be able to make it work but I'll try. Review.