After eating your food and two slices off cake, you said, "I'm full."
"So am I." Your Dad nodded.
"Yep." Your Mom agreed.
"We should watch a movie." Your Dad suggested.
"Yeah!" You grinned.
"Sure." Your Mom smiled.
"What movie?" His (e/c) eyes shined from the light.
You and your Mom looked at each other and yelled, "Mean Girls!"
Your Dad laughed. "Okay."
You sat down in the living room, holding the bowl of popcorn. "Yes!"
After the movie, you yawned. "I'm going to go to bed. I'll see you both in the morning."
"Okay, good night." Your Dad gave you a hug and kissed your cheek. You did the same. So did your Mom to you.
You entered your room and grabbed a sleeveless pajama shirt and long pajama pants. You changed in the restroom and put your clothes in the hamper once you re-entered your room. Getting into the bed and putting your (f/c) sheets over you. You soon closed your eyes and fell asleep.
Jean looked at you. "Hey, (f/n), you know when I asked you if you would go to the park with me? I meant that as a date. . I really like you. Will you be my girlfriend?"
"I. . I. . Yes. I love you." You said, blushing.
You both kissed.
"I don't care if I like Mikasa. You're better." Jean looked into your eyes.
You locked your arms around his neck. "I don't care if you like her either."
"R-Really? You don't?" He was surprised.
You shook your head. "As long as your mine."
"I am. Will you be my girlfriend? If you won't, I get it. It would be cheating." He sighed.
"I don't. ." You leaned in. "No!" You yelled, slapping him.
Your eyes snapped open. You blinked rapidly. "Thank god it was just a dream." You got out of bed and made it.
After picking out a Blink-182 shirt and ripped skinny jeans, you entered the bathroom and took a shower, washing your hair.
You put on the outfit and brushed your hair and teeth, etc. You left the bathroom and walked into the kitchen. You saw some beignets on a plate. You picked up a sticky note that was next to it. It read:
Had to go shopping. Your Dad is asleep. Don't wake him please. :) (If he is still asleep anyway.) Some breakfast is on a plate, next to this note. Both of you, share. Xoxo ~Mom
You put the note down before your Dad entered the kitchen. He was already changed into some clothes for the day. "Oh! You're up!"
You laughed. "Yep. I took a shower."
"So did I. Do you want to split these now? I bet you're starving too." He grinned.
"I am." You admitted. "There's an even amount of beignets, so we can both get half."
He nodded. "Alright."
You both sat down and began eating. Once you popped the last one, from your half, into your mouth, your Dad asked, "Do you want to do something fun?"
[No dirty thinking. And no dirty comments, darlings.]You swallowed the beignet and shrugged. "Sure. What did you have in mind?"
"Bowling. If you want to." Your Dad answered.
"Yeah, okay. I'll go put on a pair of shoes." You got up.
"Okay." Your Dad nodded. You entered your room and put on a pair of black vans. You left the room and saw your Dad waiting. You smiled and walked with him into the car.
Once you both arrived at the place, you got bowling shoes and starting bowling. You made a strike, which was rare for you. Your Dad was amazing at bowling. He got a strike two times in a row. You struck out a few times. But, you got a spare.
After a few more hours, you returned the bowling shoes and put on your vans. You and your Dad went out to eat.
After you two finished your food and left, realization hit you. "Dad. ."
"Yes?" He asked, looking at you.
"Did we leave Mom a note?" You blinked.
Your Dad blinked too. "Crap. We should hurry home."
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Again, this chapter focuses on the bond with you and your Dad. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Shout out to pixxiewingz for always being the first one to comment with positive feedback on my stories! You're usually the first one to vote too. I really appreciate it. :)
By the way. . I might start fangirling about 5SOS, the band I've loved before the vamps. I still love 5SOS. <3
Bye.
~casually fangirls~
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Not The Same. [Jean x Reader]
FanfictionWhen Jean Kirstein meets (f/n) (l/n), he realizes she's not the same as the girls who love to gossip and be popular. Jean thinks she would fit in with his group of friends, people who don't care about what others think. But, will she accept that inv...