Oakley's Daughter

Hey! Ok so I'm trying to put my ideas on paper so I don't loose them. So this is my idea:) Enjoy<3

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All my life I've been known as Oakley's daughter. Montgomery Lee Oakley is my real name but what my friends call me is Lee. My Brother is out of the house (Praise God) and a junior in college. We grew up in Florida with the title "Oakley's kids" or "Oakley's daughter/son" because in our small town there was only one of everything. One attorney, one doctor, one barber, one landscaper and one surfboard constructor. And that one constructor was our dad. Brant Oakley. Or Oakley as he is known all around town. Our mom's name is Mablee Oakley. She made Lee my middle name because of her name.

This story begins on June 9th. The Monday after Rollman County School district let out of school and Hiring day. Hiring day is the day all the kids that just got out of school get hired for a summer job. First come, first serve. Every year dad hires 3-5 guys to work for him but they usually quit after the first week because they can't take working all day everyday in the Florida sun rays. Dad is different than most surfboard constructors and works outside. If they are seniors they usually stay until they go to college. If they stay and they aren't seniors and are around my age they aren't bothered by the heat and are focused on me all the time and get to date me and then marry me and live happily ever after with me and our babies that we will have. But since that will never happen in the history of forever, I go about my business and laugh in the face of all the idiotic teenage boys who try to accept the challenge. There are two reasons why this will never happen. One, because no one has lasted a week at the job my father does with his assertive attitude after working in 100 degree weather all day. Two, because it's not like I'm some legendary supermodel. I'm far from gorgeous, trust me. Sun bleached, pin-straight hair, down my back. Dull green/ hazel eyes, tan skin, few freckles but the ones I have are dark and big. Me and my brother look alike ultimately. Except he's around 6'2 and I'm 5'3.

But as I was saying, I sat out on our front porch, watching all the teenage boys walk up the steps in what they call work clothes, drinking a glass of peach sweet tea. I can tell which ones are cocky and which aren't, I can tell which are wimps, I can judge each one from what they do in the two minutes I can see them before mom answers the door and takes them to the backyard where dad does his work by the beach.

Cocky jock. Wimpy short dude. High-looking surfer who has dreads.

Each one I'd seen so far wouldn't make it past the interview. Dad says he doesn't choose by appearance but we all know that's not true.

But out of nowhere, something new happened. The guy walked up the steps, took a look at me, smiled.

"Hey!" He had a deep voice and it made my cheeks warm as I blushed under the gaze. I tried to say something, tried not to look like a total idiot but failing.

"Um...uh hi..."I said after a moment probably looking idiotically surprised. He smiled again and went in when mom opened the front door. Trying to remember his appearance, I didn't notice him hanging around the corner.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?"

Why was he curious? I took in his looks as he starred at me.

"Oh, um, Lee. And yours?"I said inspecting the details of his face. He had dirty blond, curly hair covered by a backwards hat that said 'StingRays' and tan dark skin. The thing that hit me the hardest, though, was his eyes. They were bright blue. They stood out against his tan skin, like flashlights starring at me, intimidating me.

"Reed."He said smiling and he walked off saying a muffled "See you around. Wish me luck"

I sat there stunned. That was definitely a first. I'd never attracted the male species in that way before. I mean, I have guy friends but they have never been attracted to me that way.Not attracted enough to smile and say something nice to me. But Reed was attractive. Attractive. And nice. Miles and miles out of my league.

Until now, I've never cared whether a guy survives working with my dad. But this Reed guy has really made me peak an interest in whether it's possible to survive working with my dad or not.