Widow or Divorcee?
Day Ten.
IHOP. What is with those gay diners that attracts so many people? Its the food, definatly the food. Im staring at a blonde with the deadly knife like nails, a worker, she's talking a few people getting their orders. Bob dismisses my thoughts with a tap on his glass. It makes a light tapping noise. No cling. It isn't glass.
"Do you how when we were young, like eight, we always played music in my basement until our fingers turn blue and Gerard's face turns blue?" Everyone at the table laughed. I nodded. "Well I think we should start a band."
Gerard almost spit out the eggs he was eating. Alicia and Manilla laughed from the table next to ours. Gerard glared, "Why do we have to start a band at such an old age?" Alicia handed Gerard a napkin and he wiped his mouth of the horrid white egg marks. He cleaned off the table.
Bob shifted in his seat, "I want to do something with my life. I am not going to be married to Manilla and have twins, and NOT be famous in one way or another. I need to be famous. Puh-lease?" Bob's blue eyes were wide and he pouted. Gerard sighed and leaned against the back of the chair, then he pouted at Bob.
"But I dont want to."
"I think its a good idea," I said, and I got a horrible death glare from Gerard. He huffed and crossed his hands. He then sighed.
"Fine, we'll make a goddamn band. But the second I hate it, we quit. Mmk?" Everyone nodded, and thats when Aribelle started giggling and smashing her hands onto the table. Frank laughed at her, and Aribelle suddenly shouted, 'Dadda,' and lifted her hands in the air like for a hug. Gerard moved out of my way, and I picked up Aribelle, seating back down with her in my lap. She started poking the omellette on my plate and giggling more.
"She has your giggle," Mikey said, and I couldn't help but blush and kiss Aribelle on the head. Alicia handed me her bottle and I shifted her so she was sitting between me and the wall. I gave 'er her teddy bear and she drank her bottle, holding that teddy bear close to her.
I ate my omellette and thats when I noticed Aribelle fell asleep. Lifting her out of that space, I held her in my arms and put the bottle on the table. She snuggled into me and yawned. She then hugged the teddy bear tighter and yawned again. I couldn't help but look at her and be on the verge of tears. She did look like Jamia. The only thing she had of mind were my eyes and lips. Thats it. The rest of her is all Jamia. She even had her hair.
Gerard noticed I was almost crying and insisted he hold the baby. I handed him the baby and sighed against the car before Alicia unlocked it and everyone scrambled in to take their seats.
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I didnt think that Frank would be that careful with his daughter. Marc is playing with her and singing songs, and if Frank doesn't like the song or doesn't think the song is even the least bit appropriate, he immediatly tells Marc to sing something else or play something else. I mean its good to be protective of your child so they don't grow up to be bad, but he's a little too overprotective.
"Frank," Frank is watching television, the show Dora the Explorer, and when Dora skins her knee, he changers the channel immediatly to Blues Clues. Frank looks up from the blue dog and looks at me.
"Yeah?"
I sat down next to him, and he looked at the television as Aribelle giggled. "Don't you think you can't hide her from the dangers of the world. If she doesn't know what to do when she skins her knee, she might just sit there and try to fix it herself. Dont protect her so much, nothing is going to happen to her." Frank sighed and set Aribelle beside him.
"I just dont want to her to see violence at such a young age. Even if its minor blood, I dont want her to see it. I just dont want her-" He stopped when I put a finger to his lips. He looked down and I pulled my hand away.
"Life is full of it. You can't hide her from it."
Frank nodded, and looked at Aribelle's happiness. He then turned to me, "I guess your right." We then stared at each other for a little bit, and I leaned in. He leaned in. We kissed again. It was akward but none of us pulled away. But after awhile I felt guilty or something. I pulled away, and said good-bye to Aribelle and left Frank on the couch, thinking he did the worst thing in the world.
"Do you how when we were young, like eight, we always played music in my basement until our fingers turn blue and Gerard's face turns blue?" Everyone at the table laughed. I nodded. "Well I think we should start a band."
Gerard almost spit out the eggs he was eating. Alicia and Manilla laughed from the table next to ours. Gerard glared, "Why do we have to start a band at such an old age?" Alicia handed Gerard a napkin and he wiped his mouth of the horrid white egg marks. He cleaned off the table.
Bob shifted in his seat, "I want to do something with my life. I am not going to be married to Manilla and have twins, and NOT be famous in one way or another. I need to be famous. Puh-lease?" Bob's blue eyes were wide and he pouted. Gerard sighed and leaned against the back of the chair, then he pouted at Bob.
"But I dont want to."
"I think its a good idea," I said, and I got a horrible death glare from Gerard. He huffed and crossed his hands. He then sighed.
"Fine, we'll make a goddamn band. But the second I hate it, we quit. Mmk?" Everyone nodded, and thats when Aribelle started giggling and smashing her hands onto the table. Frank laughed at her, and Aribelle suddenly shouted, 'Dadda,' and lifted her hands in the air like for a hug. Gerard moved out of my way, and I picked up Aribelle, seating back down with her in my lap. She started poking the omellette on my plate and giggling more.
"She has your giggle," Mikey said, and I couldn't help but blush and kiss Aribelle on the head. Alicia handed me her bottle and I shifted her so she was sitting between me and the wall. I gave 'er her teddy bear and she drank her bottle, holding that teddy bear close to her.
I ate my omellette and thats when I noticed Aribelle fell asleep. Lifting her out of that space, I held her in my arms and put the bottle on the table. She snuggled into me and yawned. She then hugged the teddy bear tighter and yawned again. I couldn't help but look at her and be on the verge of tears. She did look like Jamia. The only thing she had of mind were my eyes and lips. Thats it. The rest of her is all Jamia. She even had her hair.
Gerard noticed I was almost crying and insisted he hold the baby. I handed him the baby and sighed against the car before Alicia unlocked it and everyone scrambled in to take their seats.
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I didnt think that Frank would be that careful with his daughter. Marc is playing with her and singing songs, and if Frank doesn't like the song or doesn't think the song is even the least bit appropriate, he immediatly tells Marc to sing something else or play something else. I mean its good to be protective of your child so they don't grow up to be bad, but he's a little too overprotective.
"Frank," Frank is watching television, the show Dora the Explorer, and when Dora skins her knee, he changers the channel immediatly to Blues Clues. Frank looks up from the blue dog and looks at me.
"Yeah?"
I sat down next to him, and he looked at the television as Aribelle giggled. "Don't you think you can't hide her from the dangers of the world. If she doesn't know what to do when she skins her knee, she might just sit there and try to fix it herself. Dont protect her so much, nothing is going to happen to her." Frank sighed and set Aribelle beside him.
"I just dont want to her to see violence at such a young age. Even if its minor blood, I dont want her to see it. I just dont want her-" He stopped when I put a finger to his lips. He looked down and I pulled my hand away.
"Life is full of it. You can't hide her from it."
Frank nodded, and looked at Aribelle's happiness. He then turned to me, "I guess your right." We then stared at each other for a little bit, and I leaned in. He leaned in. We kissed again. It was akward but none of us pulled away. But after awhile I felt guilty or something. I pulled away, and said good-bye to Aribelle and left Frank on the couch, thinking he did the worst thing in the world.