Mess

04

"Here we are." Scott said, parking in front of an apartment. It wasn't big, but it wasn't small either. It seemed perfect.

The apartment was average sized. It was painted a beautiful creamy white color. Fences surrounded the outsides of the apartment. They look like sad. So gloomy. The paint was beginning to peel off of it. The fence was pitiful. I felt a part of me poke out, making me scared. Immediately shoved it back in its box. That part of me wasn't allowed to come out. That part of me chased everyone else away. That part of me was the reason no one ever loved me. It was my fault and I knew it was. So I hid that part of me. I buried that part of me deep inside of me and refused to let it show. I quickly swatted it away and bit my lip. I didn't want to chase Scott away yet.

"It seems very...... normal." I commented, running my fingers through my hair. "Not complex. Very simple."

"It is." Scott nodded, smiling at me. "On the outside at least. Come, I'll show you inside."

I quietly followed him inside the house. From the minute we walked inside, I saw that this house was anything but ordinary. Abstract paintings sat on every wall and every wall held a story within that painting. Pictures hung every which way, some hung like they were supposed to be. Some hung so they were tilted, but it was calculated. It was the perfect amount of tilt and not too much. The furniture was mixed matched. Black couches with turquoise and white pillows, the artistry on the pillow quite odd. It definitely wasn't your typical pillow. But I kind of liked how it was. In front of the couch was a wooden coffee table. It was beautiful. Perfectly polished and very well finished. In front of that, was a TV that stood on a TV stand. Around it were potted plants and flowers. I smiled at some red roses to the left of the TV stand. I suddenly felt dumb for calling this house stupid.

"Daddy! Are you home?" A small quiet voice asked, coming downstairs. "You are. And you brought someone home?"

The girl was young. Very young. Probably only 4 years old. She had. Blonde hair that was obviously died, due to the brown roots. Her hair was pulled into these adorable little pigtails. God, if I was a girl, my hair would be in pigtails everyday. Pigtails are so damn cute. I love them. Pigtails help me live. They are so fucking adorable. I love them. She had these beautiful bright blue eyes, that stared into my soul. They were much like Scott's. Bright blue and curious. I could feel those curious eyes. She was wearing and black shirt with white polka dots with jean shorts that weren't too short to have her butt hanging out but not too long so they looked like capris. They were that perfect medium, which never happens. I looked down at her feet and couldn't help but chuckle. She was wearing pink glitter sketchers. I smiled at the young girl. She had a beautiful sense of style. Very unique girl. That's good though. Having a unique perspective on things is always nice. It helps with everything to be honest. Always being able to be different and being confident. As kids, we usually don't care what people think about us. We will wear whatever we want when we feel like it because we can. Because we don't care what others have to say. It doesn't matter to us when we're a kid. I wish I could go back to that time when I didn't what others thought. I was still shy, but I was confident enough to wear whatever I wanted. After elementary school, I stopped because people started making fun of me. I hope this kid never loses her great sense of style.

"BABY GIRL!" Scott exclaimed, making me confused. "Mitch, this is my.... daughter. Summer, say hi to Mitch. He will be staying with us for a little while."

"What about the other's?" I asked Scott pathetically.

"There's Avi and Jake. And that's it. Alex visits some days. But not very often. He always has work." Scott said as he picked up the young girl. "You look cute today. Who dressed you up and did your hair?"

"Tori came over today!" Summer exclaimed to Scott. I couldn't help but smile at her obvious excitement.

"Really?" Scott asked, grinning. "Well not wonder your hair is all made up today."