Daddy's Girl

Matt’s pov
“Where the hell is Syn?” I asked dialing his number for the fifth time.

“Dunno.” Zacky answered making a scrapbook of picture of Tanya. Yes a scrapbook.

“He said he was going out. That was yesterday.” Johnny sighed.

“You don’t think Jimmy got him to. Do you?” I asked.

“No way.” Zacky argued.

The room went quiet for a few until Johnny flipped on the radio. Judas by Lady Gaga began to play. They all felt sad hearing the song, which had instantly become Tanya’s favorite once she had heard it.

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Tanya’s pov
Judas by Lady Gaga began to play on the radio that Jimmy and I were listening to while drawing pictures. Brian smiled as I began to sing along. Soon we were all singing.

“I’m just a Holy fool, oh baby it’s so cruel but I’m still in love with Judas, baby.” Jimmy and Brian sang along.

“I couldn’t love a man so purely. Even prophets forgave his goofy way. I’ve learned love is like a brick, you can build a house or sink a dead body.” I sang then went into a fit of giggles.

Jimmy smiled warmly while Brian looked at his phone. He turned it off then tossed it in the trash can.

“So who’s in love with Judas?” Brian asked jokingly.

“Me.” Jimmy and I yelled at the same time.

Brian chuckled then went back to whatever he was doing before. Jimmy and I both continued to draw.

“I bet you can’t stand up and sing to the next song that comes on.” Jimmy grinned.

“Betcha I can.” I grinned and threw the pencil down.

Joan Jett’s do you wanna touch me began to play. Brian snickered. I sent him a glare then stood up and began to dance and sing.

" We've been here too long
Tryin' to get along
Pretendin' that you're oh so shy
I'm a natural ma'am
Doin' all I can
My temperature is runnin' high

Cry at night
No one in sight
An' we got so much to share
Talking's fine
If you got the time
But I ain't got the time to spare
Yeah

Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
There, yeah

Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Every girl an' boy
Needs a little joy
All you do is sit an' stare
Beggin' on my knees
Baby, won't you please
Run your fingers through my hair

My, my, my
Whiskey and rye
Don't it make you feel so fine
Right or wrong
Don't it turn you on
Can't you see we're wastin' time, yeah

Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
There, yeah"

When i finished both Brian and Jimmy clapped their hands and cheered.

"So what do i win?" I asked.

“Hm. How about we take you out to go shopping?” Jimmy suggested.

I agreed, “Yes! I need bras!”

Syn’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, “You wear bras?”

“Yes Brian. When you have boobs you wear bras.” I spoke sarcastically.

“Jesus. I still remember when you were nerdy and seven.” He laughed.

I covered my face and groaned, “I hate you.”

“Nah you love me.” He blew me a kiss.

“So what did you two kids draw?” Brian asked.

I held up my picture of a poorly drawn unicorn, “Ain’t it perdy?”

They both lied and nodded.

“Liars.” I frowned then smiled at Jimmy, “What did you draw?”

He grinned and held it up for me to see. I was amazed. It was a drawing of me. A really, really good one two. He got everything perfect, even the shadows.

“It’s not very good-”

I cut him off and attacked him with a hug, “Are you kidding? I love it! Can I have it?”

He chuckled, “Of course as long as you let me keep the picture of that ugly unicorn.”

“Hey you said it was perdy!” I giggled.

We spent the rest of the day drawing, singing, dancing, and joking around. Spending more and more time with Jimmy was staring to make me forget all about my plans of escaping.