How are you guys? Sorry the last chapter was crap, it was mainly to help me get back into the habit of updating a lot. You guys are so amazing, and after I hadn't updated for like, three weeks, you guys still read. Thank you so much for all your love and support! <3 (Also I'm really happy Cage The Elephant won a Grammy!)
Laura POV:
Once Dan finally finds a pan for our breakfast, he asks me to start up the pancake batter. The back says just to add 1 ½ cups of water.
"Do you have a measuring cup?" I ask as Dan turns on the stove.
"Yeah, cabinet over the sink, I believe." He says. I stand on my toes to reach for a small measuring cup. I fill it to the 1 ½ line and pour it into the bowl, pouring half of the pancake mix in there with it. Dan's phone rings from near the sink, where he runs up to grab it.
"Hey, Kyle. What's up?"
A murmuring from the other side of the conversation sounds as I turn off my music so Dan can hear Kyle.
"Oh really?"
I stir the pancake batter, noticing it's a lot more like crepe batter than American pancakes.
"I guess today could work." Dan says, waiting a moment before he says. "How's this evening sound?"
I wonder what he's talking about with Kyle, but I don't bother asking.
"Just the four of us?" Dan asks.
"What would be the cover up, for bringing Laura?" I hear Kyle say.
"I don't know..." Dan replies.
More muffled speech from Kyle, this time for about 30 seconds.
"Alright. That'll be great! I'll see you around 7:00." Dan says. "Bye!"
Dan hangs up the phone.
"Well?" I ask.
"Oh yeah, Kyle invited us to dinner tonight ." Dan explains.
"And about the 'cover up for me'?" I do air quotes around the cover up part.
"Oh yeah, we were going to go out, but there's these waitresses there that are huge fans and would wonder why we have a twelve year old with us." Dan explains.
"The original plan was to say you're my niece and I'm just watching you for the week while she's out of town, but you're staying for over a week." He says, reaching for an ice cream scoop on the counter. He fills the scoop about ¾ of the way with pancake batter before pouring it on the skillet.
"So we're going to Kyle's instead." Dan says. "Crap crap crap crap crap crap!" Dan says, shaking his hand vigorously.
"Don't touch fire, it's hot." I say, grinning.
"I know..." He says shamefully. His left hand had a noticeable red spot that was swollen. "I'm fine." He says.
Ashley POV:
"Hello Ms. Caraway." His voice has an icy essence to it. My eyelids flutter open and everything is white, but I can't call anything around me something, like an object. The man looks vaguely familiar, and is about my age.
"I'd reckon I'm either dead and this is the elevator to hell, or this is a very strange dream." I say to him. He has dark, curly hair and hazel eyes. He gives off a compassionate feel. I don't think he would buy me.
"It's neither." He says. "Turn around."
I turn around, noticing a loose white dress with flawy fabric nearly touching my feet. I spin on my bare heel, which is sore from a cluster of cuts on my ankle. A window that shows a lovely view of nature covers the whole wall. Trees scatter across the ground and buildings clutter everywhere. The window faintly reflects my face. smudged eye makeup covers my pale face, making me look like a ginger version of the Corpse Bride. The only thing wrong with the view of the outside, which is amazing to see for the first time in forever is that it's from above.
"Why am I in the sky?" I ask.
"You're not dead. Just on the brink." He says.
"You're telling me, before I go to hell, It's decided I wear this fucking Princess Galadriel getup so when I get there I'll be the anathema for just what I wear?" I say, stomping closer to the curly-haired man.
"Who said you're going to hell?" He says.
"What do you mean? I lost my daughter, who I had had when I was only 18, because I wanted to go to a strip club to make some money so I could buy drugs. Does that sound like someone who goes to heaven?" I ask.
"No, but diamonds crack under pressure. Imagine this. A teenager who loves her boyfriend accidentally has a child, and has the choice to give her daughter up to adoption, but kept her so she could have a happy life." He says.
"But-" I start, but he cuts me off.
"And remember the time she didn't win the school talent show, but you took her for celebratory ice cream and bought her a trophy anyway? And the time she broke her nose so you wore a bandage on your nose for the same amount of time so she wouldn't feel alone? That's love." He says. "You were the one who didn't get an abortion because you wanted someone to love, just because you thought Dan would leave you. You made that choice. Dan loved you anyway, and that was your biggest sin. That really hurt him. You made up for it." He says.
"How?" I ask.
"Look out the window." He says. I turn back around. I'm looking through a window. Dan's in a kitchen making pancakes with a girl. The girl has his big blue eyes and dark hair, but my abnormally pale skin. Her name escapes my lips like a breath.
"Laura." I look back at him. "How long has she been with him?" I say.
"Two days. One in St. Louis, on in London." The man replies.
"Why was he in St. Louis?" I ask impulsively.
"He's on tour." My eyes light up.
"He finally pursued music?" I say. "
Yes. and he wrote a song about you. It's called Irreverence."
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Sorry this is getting weird. I should never write at 3 AM.
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Lost Dad: Dan Smith
Fanfiction"Hello, Mr. Smith. We're calling about a child you had with..." Theres a pause, "Ashley Caraway." - "Laura, about your Dad... He wants to meet you."
