Everyone has read all of MaiaPV81's stories:
"Falling For A Fan", "London Boy", "Enemies", "F.R.I.E.N.D.S", and "The Triangle"
But what would happen if all of the Y/N's met?
What if they had the chance to redo their stories on their terms?
One diffe...
-Y/N's POV (Falling For A Fan)- Once I hugged my father, we decided to part ways for the day. Before he left, I told him not to tell my mother about any of the timeline things, and he promised to keep my secret. I promised I'd keep his secret about cheating on her as well.
After that, the two of us walked away from each other. It was a surreal feeling being close to someone who's been gone all your life. Someone you hated for years, someone who was a completely different image in your head.
All I knew was my father wasn't who I thought he was, in a good way. A part of me was hesitant to have a relationship with him since he's been gone but, he apologized and truly meant it, it was easy to tell.
So if he could apologize, maybe I could give him a second chance. After all, I never had a chance with him in the first timeline. Now, we were both smarter, so maybe it could work.
That night in my apartment, I was tempted to message Clay, telling him that my father was my father again, in a way, but I held back. After all, he's away in the UK, comforting George about his family issues. I knew Clay needed to be there for George more than he needed to be there for me.
So, I didn't text him nor call. All I did was keep it to myself and for once, I was okay with that. I was without Clay for weeks, I survived without him for a long time. I knew I'd be okay with him gone this week.
But if I was being honest, all I wanted to do was tell him the truth. I wanted to admit the truth about the timelines to him, but, just because my father took it well and believed me, doesn't mean Clay would.
With those thoughts in mind, my eyes slowly fluttered and I entered the dream world.
•••••
The next morning, a new idea came to mind.
I decided that with Clay gone this week, it would be a good opportunity to spend time with my father and get to know him. Especially since I've had numerous questions about him my entire existence.
All during my school career, especially as a child, we'd have family projects. We always had to write down information about our parents. Favorite colors, favorite Christmas memories with them, etc. Yet I never knew any of the answers about my father.
Today, I wanted to learn those answers that little me never did.
So, I got up, ate some pancakes, took a shower, then got ready. I curled my hair then tied it up in a high ponytail, letting my front ends hang out, applied light makeup then got dressed.
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Once I was all ready to go, I released a shaky breath out then left my apartment, taking a drive up to my parents house.
When I arrived, I rung the doorbell while holding my wrist nervously, hoping my horrible mother didn't answer the door instead.
