story of disaster

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As Daniel was living with a different friend, he was there, for months.. Which was very surprising due to him and the way he acted to people. Like he was the coolest person the the face of earth. He carried himself like he had everything he could ever dreamed of. But all he had was a car, all of his clothes, a phone that he just got after moving out and surprisingly was dating me. He wasn't some good looking jock player that everyone liked, or some mixed black guy. He would always find the right words that would persuade me into liking him more and more as I was a suck for that. But I think that it was all my daddy issues coming through. We would eventually start to hangout almost every weekend, I would drive 30 minutes to go see him and then bring him to my house then all the way back. 

One day we did this and we were just sitting on the front porch of my moms house. Enjoying the nice weather talking. Whenever my step dad comes out and just starts yelling at us, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING? YOU GUYS DON'T NEED TO BE DOING THAT!" I looked at my step dad and just was in pure shock and confusion as we were just sitting there on the swing talking. I dont know if just talking about life pisses him off but I ended up having to take him home. And whenever I arrived back, I had the longest conversation about sex with my mom. Given what she had told me they both thought I was having sex on the front porch, which for one, I was a virgin still, and for two that shit was nasty so why would I even think about doing that. 

After that long talk I went to my room, with my sister and our dog Layla. Just in my thoughts thinking about how I just got yelled at for the most craziest thing ever. As I was about to doze off into the deepest sleep, I get a text from Daniel, "Im sorry, I hope everything is okay." As my eyes started to fill with tears, "I am okay, but I gotta go to sleep I got a job interview tomorrow." I set all my alarms, and turned my phone off, as the room became dark. 

I woke up with so much excitement to start a new job because I just wanted a fresh start since, McDonalds wasn't a wonderful place, I had a job at a grocery store which my brother worked at too. I started in the next few days. As days past, Daniel got kicked out of his friends house then moved in with our old manger, from McDonalds, since the both of them were still working there. But it wasn't for very long that they had stayed there. Daniel had new things that he had to pay for, rent, and to help with all the other bill that came along with living with this guy. He jumped job to job, and could never keep one for over a month. His roommate and Daniel got in a big fight and then they kicked him out. The moment I found out about this I was so angry. He had lost every place that he could go too. My phone began to light up with a text"I don't know what to do. I don't have anywhere to go Ashton... Its either I go back to Portland with my grandma, or I come live with you.." As I started to pitty him I go to talk to my mom. I told her the situation, and she kinda felt bad for the guy. And agreed to let him stay with us... But only for a short time. 

I texted Daniel back and told him what my mom just said, and then in a few hours, I let him pack up, then I drove about 35 minutes to go get him. He filled up my car with trash bags of clothes and blankets, and other random stuff. We arrived back to my house, and my mom sat him down and told him the rules. 1. You are only allowed to sleep in the living room, I don't care if its on the couch or on the air mattress. 2. Please do not have my living room trashed as I enjoy to sit in here on my days off. As the list went on and on, she showed him where everything was at in the house so he could feel at home. 

A few days went on, I had helped Daniel finally get a car, that he bought off of someone, and then I helped him get a job where I was working so he didn't have to worry about not having a ride in case something happend. Everything was good, everyone seem okay about him living there. But time kept going, while Daniel never showered, or even brushed his teeth, he wasn't even taking care of him self at all whenever it came to eating food. All he would eat was sonic that was down the street from our house. 

My birthday finally rolled around, I was taking some stupid parenting class with my sister, where we had to take home a fake robot baby. Daniel didn't seem too thrilled with it since he claimed "he didn't have a good childhood and didn't do well with kids" But for fucking christ sakes, its a fucking ROBOT BABY you could yell at it and you would be fine. We took it to the store, to a restaurant, and it was so embarrassing. Everyone looked at me like I was some teen mom with some wannabe stinky dad, til they realized it was a school project. That really is when things went bad I think.