One-shot Wonderland

Not Forgotten

Brooo this one is going to be really cute. Thanks to my friend Crystal for the idea💕

Jayla and her best friend Mariah are at the park, enjoying the beautiful weather. A little girl runs up to them, crying, because she can't find her dad. When they find him, it's someone the never thought.

"You need to stop fantasizing over fictional men and get yourself and actual boyfriend" Mariah says. I was reading a erotica novel and boy was I a sucker for the main guy. He is completely perfect and is the ideal guy.

"Fictional men are so much better than a real men" I put my book down and book mark the page.

"You can't touch or talk to fictional men. Fictional men can't please you in all ways a real one can" she wiggles her brows and I shake my head with a laugh.

"Yeah, but fictional men offer stability and they can be whoever you want them to" I counter.

"You're telling me that no man has ever made you feel like a fictional man has?" She asks already knowing the answer to that question.

"Ugh don't bring him up" I whine laying back on the picnic blanket.

"What? You guys were so cute together and he made you so happy" she smiles and I sigh.

Justin was my high school sweetheart.

We started dating in the 9th grade and lasted up until a few months of college. We went to far colleges and barely ever saw or talked to each other. Our schedules were very packed and with the time difference we couldn't give each other much attention. We decided to call it quits and lost contact shortly after.

Justin was the only guy I could actually say made me feel like an absolute goddess at all times and we had the best relationship.

I wonder how he's doing now.

"I haven't talk to Justin in 5 years Mariah" I shake my head.

"I know" she flops on the blanket dramatically and I shake my head with a laugh.

"You are too dramatic" I open my book again and keep reading.

A few minutes later we heard a loud cry approaching. It sounded like a young girl and I immediately perched up. A little girl no older than 6 runs to our blanket and I immediately make my way to her.

"Awe are you okay?" I ask giving her a hug and trying to calm her down.

"I can't find my daddy!" She cries.

"It's okay, we'll help you find him. What your name?" I ask pulling away and wiping her tears. I felt so bad for her, she's so shook and scared.

"My name is Jayla" she says and I smile.

"My name is Jayla too and that's my friend Mariah" I point to Mariah and she waves at little Jayla.

"What's your daddy's name?" Mariah asks.

"Daddy" Jayla says making us laugh.

Of course she doesn't know his real name.

"Right. What is your daddy wearing?" I ask.

"He's wearing a white shirt, blue jeans, and white sneakers" she tells us and we nod.

"Can you lead us in the direction of where you last were when you saw him?" Mariah asks and Jayla nods.

I pick her up and grab my phone.

We begin following Jayla's directions and we make it to a playground with lots of little kids and parents. We decided to walk around the play ground to see if she spots her dad anywhere.