~Two Weeks Later
Paisley's POV
I've gotten so many social media followers ever since Lin announced that he had adopted me. Instagram, Twitter, even Snapchat.
Yeah, Lin hated the fact that I had a Snapchat. He threatened to throw my phone in the Hudson River and he said he would burn my iPhone case in a fire. Fun.
The only reason I use Snapchat is to take funny videos of Lin because he does a lot of stupid stuff.
The other day, he was trying to scoop out a bowl of ice cream and he almost set the apartment on fire.
Yes, you heard me correctly. He was dipping himself a bowl of ice cold ice cream and almost set the whole apartment ablaze. Don't ask me how, he just...he's Lin.
I was snapped out of my thoughts by Kat texting me.
Kit Kat: HEYYYYYYY
Kit Kat: When can we hang out?
Kit Kat: I haven't seen you since Friday at school. It's already Saturday. I NEED TO SEE YOU.
Kit Kat: Or are you still drooling over Brandon ever since he said he liked you and you guys started talking???
"Who's Brandon?" I jumped when I heard Lin behind me.
"No one." I said, turning off my phone. I got up and started walking to my room.
"I think Paisley's got a boyfriend." Lin sang. I rolled my eyes and went into my room, hoping Lin wouldn't follow me. He did. Yay.
"Omg I bet Brandon is like totes adorable!" Lin said in a really high voice, twirling his hair. I rolled my eyes.
"He is adorable." I mumbled somewhat dreamily.
"I think not! I think he's-" I shushed Lin when I got a text notification from Brandon. My heart dropped.
Brandon: Hey, Paisley. I was wondering if you would wanted to go out on a date with me tonight in like an hour or so at 6???
"He asked me out on a date!" I squealed, jumping up and down on my bed. I can't believe this is actually happening! Lin looked at me sideways.
"A date? But you're fourteen! Maybe I should chaperone." Lin said. I stopped jumping up and down.
"You're joking." I said, walking out of my room and into the living room where Vanessa was.
"Vanessa, don't you think I should be able to go out on a date?" I asked her. Vanessa looked up and beamed.
"A date! Ooh." She said, wiggling her eyebrows. I laughed and rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, Brandon asked me out on a date." I squealed.
"Is this the same Brandon who gave you his number?" Vanessa asked.
"Wait, you knew? Why was I excluded from GT?" Lin whined.
"Because, GT stands for girl talk. If we wanted to include you, it would be girl boy talk. But it's only girls, so...sorry." I said turning back to Vanessa. "Lin doesn't want me to go."
"What? Why?" She asked Lin. Lin shrugged.
"I don't care that much. I'm just trying to be tough on this Brandon kid." Lin stated simply. Vanessa rolled her eyes and dragged me back into my bedroom.
"Okay, we're going to get you all ready." Vanessa squealed, pulling me into my bedroom. I giggled and followed her as she tore through my closet, trying to find "the perfect dress".
Lin's POV
Once Vanessa and Paisley were in Paisley's room, I pulled my phone out and dialed Anthony's number.
"Hey Anthony!" I started, peeking down the hallway to make sure neither of the girls were coming. "So Paisley's going on her first date and we're going to, uh...spectate. We're going to drag Daveed down too. Just to make sure nothing happens." I said quietly. I heard silence from the other end.
"Dude you're insane. We have an 8 o'clock show tonight. Plus I'm taking Jazzy out for ice cream in like thirty minutes."
UGH I FORGOT ABOUT THE SHOW.
"I totally forgot. Nevermind. BUT, next time, okay?" I asked. Anthony chuckled.
"Sure man, I guess. Don't you think you're being a little too much? She's old enough to
make her own decisions."
"I guess...bye:" I said, hanging up and sitting next to Seb. To my excitement, we were watching Sesame Street. About fifteen minutes later, Vanessa excitedly walked into the living room with an unhappy Paisley trailing.
Paisley was wearing a cute little black dress. It wasn't overbearing, it was simple. That way Brandon won't get any ideas. It looks like Paisley's curly hair was straightened too. Paisley did not look happy.
"Isn't she gorgeous!" Vanessa squealed. Paisley looked at me and raised an eyebrow.
"Don't answer that." Paisley mumbled. Vanessa rolled her eyes.
"Alright, next is makeup!" Vanessa squealed.
"No! Please no, can we not?" Paisley begged. "Plus, I'm fourteen. I can do this on my own, I promise."
"Fine." Vanessa sighed, trudging off to our bedroom. Paisley squealed and quickly ran to her room. She came back in a pair of jeans and a shirt, no dress. She was wearing a pair of Vans, and absolutely no makeup other than cover up because...you know...
"If Vanessa asks I went out in that black dress and am wearing tons of pretty makeup." Paisley said, quickly walking to the couch and sitting down, texting who I'm assuming is Brandon. A few minutes later, he knocked on the door. I opened it to see a boy about Paisley's age.
"H-hello sir. You must be-" Brandon's eyes widened when he realized who I was. "Lin-Manuel Miranda? You're the guy who created Hamilton. You're Lin-Manuel Miran-"
"Yeah, I know who I am, don't wear my name out." I scowled. Brandon shrunk back a little. Paisley came over to the door.
"Hi, Brandon!" Paisley beamed. Brandon smiled as soon as he saw Paisley.
"Wow Paisley. You look gorgeous." Brandon said with much more confidence. I growled and Brandon jumped a little, losing all confidence. "I'm sorry, sir. I promise to treat your daughter like the lady she is."
I couldn't help but notice Paisley from the corner of my eye. She cringed when he said daughter and squirmed uncomfortably.
"He's not my...nevermind." She sighed. "Bye Lin."
"Bye Paisley." I said, hugging her. Then they left, Brandon seeming a little too eager to get away from me. Now that's the kind of impression I like making.
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I'm sorry I haven't updated AGAIN.
I'm trying to work hard considering school starts up for me in two weeks. Eww, I'm cringing just thinking about it.
But seriously, you guys are incredible. I have so much love for you guys. Thank you for being understanding and giving me constant support.
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