Hi Hi ! SO I am using Lauren Jauregui as Valerie because I think (this is a personal opinion so...no hate please) I THINK that Lauren and Amy look somewhat alike. If Megan Fox and Amy Winehouse had a kid, it would be Lauren Jauregui. So. Yeah. Hope you like this fic :)))
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[Valerie's POV]
"Since I've come on home, well my body's been a mess. And I've missed your ginger hair, and the way you like to dress. Won't you come on over? Stop making a fool out of me. Why don't you come on over, Valerie?" I sing softly as the music echoes through the empty house. Valerie is a song by my mother, Amy, and is also my name.
"Jada, I've come to say hello sweetheart and eat dinner with you!" Amy yells through the house as she closes the front door. I roll my eyes and continue humming the song and putting cookie dough on the trays.
"Jada where are you?" I hear Amy giggle. Sometimes she calls me Jada which is a spin off of my middle name, Jade. Which is also HER middle name. It is quite confusing so If you don"t quite get it, I don't blame you!
"Valerie?" Amy says. She walks into the kitchen. A smile spreads across her thin face. "Hello, pumpkindoodlemuffiepooh!" She takes me into her arms and kisses my cheek. I wriggle out of her grasp and hide my smile.
"Hi." I say. I take the cookie tray and put it in the oven.
"Hello Val. How have you been, my love?" She props her elbows up on the counter and smiles at me.
"Oh lets see....aside from you banishing me to live alone in a huge creepy EMPTY house never to see the outside world and never to spend time with you OR DAD, I'm doing quite alright, how about you?"
She looks away from me and then looks back. "If I could have you live with me, I would. But its too dangerous for anyone to know. I want to keep you safe. It's not really safe outside this house. I'M not safe..." She looks away again.
"But...mum..."
She looks at me.
I rarely call her mum.
"Yes, beautiful?" She looks at me, searching for any sign of a response.
"Nothing. Nevermind." I turn and walk out of the kitchen.
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[Amy's POV]
"Valerie! It is okay! I mean, I visit you, and we hang out and have fun spending mummy and daughter time! Is that not enough for you? I thought you liked when we spent time together and when we had fun..." I say as I follow her into the living area.
"Yes well you don't exactly pay attention to me otherwise. You missed my last soccer game, you missed the talent show, you missed the big production at school, you miss everything! Except award shows and interviews." I see the anger in her face and I feel terrible.
"Can you just...just leave me alone? If you aren't going to love me, leave me alone."
her words stay with me as she stomps off. I sink to the floor and sob.
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Winehouse
Fanfiction(I am writing this book as though Amy Winehouse is still alive. I miss her very much and I wish she was still alive. I feel like a fanfiction may help cheer me up :) ) Amy Winehouse is a very troubled artist. She likes to live on the wild side and...
