Not About Angels (Only Human sequal)

chapter 11

(joes pov)
I called the office and had to let them know I wouldn't be in for a while. I couldn't get my mind off of Demi. I fed Brooklyn, bathed her, and put her to bed. I still couldn't stop thinking about her.

I went into our hallway closet and got out an old photo album. I opened it to a picture of Demi and me back in high school. Right before she got pregnant. She had the same shiny black hair, and all those band t-shirts she used to wear.

I still remember when I first met her.

(flashback)

(joes pov)

I wandered downstairs, and threw my water bottle away. there was only one quiet place to read in this school without jocks, cheerleaders, or just SOMEONE in your face.

I sat in the corner by the vending machine. I was just about to start reading when I heard the familiar sounds of beethovens symphony. it was coming from the band room, which no one ever used.

I stood up and looked into the window. it was the girl with the black hair. that helped me this morning. I smiled at the thought of finally finding her. I just about opened the door when I thought, 'how do u talk to a girl?'

I sat and debated while she continued. then in the end decided to just compliment her on her beautiful playing. & ask her her name. I opened the door quietly and walked in.

she continued playing and I stared putting my hands in my pockets. she finally stopped and turned around. "u-ugh I'm sorry. I know I'm not supposed to be in here." she said. she stood up & grabbed her black bag and hurried up. I still didn't get a good look at her face, but I didn't wanna let her go this time.

"wait!" I called after her. it took me a while, but she finally stopped. "what?" she said rather irritated. "I-I just wanted to talk to u." i said. she turned around and started walking towards me. "talk." she said.

woah. she was 1000% prettier then I even imagined. she had long, wavy black hair, and shiny brown eyes, she wore a black t-shirt with the words "mayday parade" written in red. i figured it was a band. she had tight black skinny jeans, and black converse that we're clearly worn out. she wore dark eyeliner. and although she tried to cover it she had tan skin. she looked Latina. her nails were painted solid black, and her bag was an over the shoulder book bag with white skulls on it.

"w-well what's your name?" I asked. I started feeling dumb. "it's Demi. and can u not studder when u talk to me?" she rolled her eyes. "sorry." I said. it got quiet. "I'm joe." I told her.

"good for u." she answered. "umm... I just wanted to say thank u." I said. "for what?" she asked confused. "this morning." I said. "don't mention it" she started. "so are we done here?" she asked. I didn't want to stop talking to her, but I nodded letting her go.

(end)

I was pretty lame back then. & she was pretty uh, cold. Just on the surface though. I also remember when brooklyn was born. I almost didn't make it to the hospital. I found numerous pictures from Demi's pregnancy and some from the day Brooklyn was born. When did things become so complicated for us?

I wondered a little. Then I realized everything we've been through. Demi's personal issues, having a baby as teenagers, etc.

I realized things have always been complicated for us. The thing I need to be worried about is when I started to care.

(Demi's pov)

"Hey dad," I said to his grave. "I know it's been a while. A long while. About 15 years. We've been moving. Mom and I had some problems for a minute. But, we're starting to be okay now. And I uh, I have a daughter and a husband.

His name is Joe, he's wonderful to me. We do have our bad and good days though. Just like you and mom." I chuckled.

"And my daughter Brooklyn. She's almost 5. About the same age I was when I," I sealed really hard. The tears were about to come. "when I lost you." I sniffed.

"I just came because I needed closure. I was too young to understand at the funeral. Way too young. And I, I uh.." I finally just gave up and cried.

"I'm not ready for mom to date. No one can replace you." I cried.

After I was done being a weepy bitch. I sat in silence all through the day. Just thinking. I thought about everything. About life. I thought until I couldn't think anymore. My brain hurt. And honestly, I think my dad spoke to me.

He wanted me to go home to my family.

(end)