Beauty & The Beast

Ten

Coming down the stairs wearing a pair of denim jeans and white t-shirt finished off with a pair of black and white converses, Elena arrived in the hallway as she headed towards the front door. Standing in the kitchen as she wiped his greasy hands with a cloth was Mike. He stepped towards the archway that lead into the hallway. "Good morning, Princess," he called causing Elena to stop in her tracks and turn around on her heels to face him.

"Good morning, dad," she smiled as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "What are you doing there? I thought that you were continuing with your invention today?"

"I was," he nodded with a hint of anger, "But the damn thing won't work, I don't know," he sighed in defeat, "Maybe I should stop making these inventions, I mean, it's not like anybody is buying them, and you think I don't know what they're saying about me down in the town." He shook his head with anger.

"Dad," she frowned with confusion, "I don't know what you're talking about. What are the people saying about you down in the town?"

"Don't pretend like you don't know," he told her, "I know that you're only trying to protect me but you don't have to lie to my face."

"I'm not lying," she frowned, "I honestly don't know what you're talking about."

"It's that friend of yours," he told her, "You know, the handsome one, I heard him talking about me with his little weasel of a friend. He said that I was a cooky man who is deranged if he thinks that anybody would buy any of his lame inventions, he's crazy."

"He said that?" She scowled with anger.

"Yeah," he nodded his head, "So, if he's saying that then everybody else in the town must be saying that. Do you think that I'm crazy?"

"No," she shook her head and walked over to him, "I don't think that you're crazy at all, I think that Damon is an ass and he's just pissed because I've turned him down. The guy is a self-centre, egotist jerk who needs to put in his place and when I see him, dad, I'll make sure that I do."

"Elena, Princess," he said to her as he placed his hand softly on her shoulder, "I don't want you doing something stupid like that, I think that I can handle myself."

"I know that you can handle yourself," she told him, "But that's not the point, I'm not getting some asshole saying that you're a loon and crazy, not my dad."

"Thank you for the support," he smiled softly, "Anyways," he said changing the subject as he removed his hand from her shoulder, "Where are you going today?"

"What?" She frowned with confusion.

"I mean you must be going somewhere," he said to her, "Because you were heading towards the door before I stopped you."

"Oh right, yeah," she smiled, "I'm just gonna go out and meet a friend."

"Caroline?" He asked.

"No," she shook her head slowly, "I'm meeting another friend."

"I didn't know that you had more than one friend," he frowned with confusion, "So, who's this friend that we're talking about here?" He folded his arms across his chest.

"Well, you know that guy that I went out with last night," she told him slowly.

"The one that you went on a date with," he corrected.

"Right," she smiled, "The one that I went on a date on, well, that's him, I'm going out with him in the day."

"You're seeing this boy more than once," he smiled small and nodded, "Well, things must be getting serious."