"WAKE UP!!!! TODAYS THE BIG DAY!" My dad yells as he barges into my room. "Does he HAVE to come? Like can't I just not paint? I honestly don't like him or his art. I don't like art in general!" I say as I lay in bed, half asleep but awake enough to speak. "He's going to be here in about an hour or so. You might want to get up and get ready now. I'm going to work and I won't be home until tomorrow." He said as he closed my door. Ya like always, I think to myself.
I pull myself out of bed and go into my bathroom. After my shower I get dressed into some shorts and a crop top and slide into my shoes ( outfit in picture above ). I only like to dress like this at home, I didn't dare wear clothes like that to school. I didn't want to be labeled as the rich girl who dresses to get attention. After I'm done putting on my fleek highlight, I go down stares and make a bowl of cereal. I get a big bowl of Captain Crunch because everyone knows that's the best kind of cereal. I still have about 20 minuets until he's supposed to be here.
For a minute I think about googling how to make fake barf so I can say I'm sick and send him home, but that'll just be too much work so I decide not to. DING DONG! The doorbell scared me. I guess I didn't notice but I had zoned out. I looked at the clock. 9:50. Could he be here already? He wasn't supposed to be here for another 10 minuets! "Maybe it's someone else" I said to nobody. I was, after all, the only one in the house.
My father has given the guards very specific rules about the house. They are not to come in unless they are called in or something bad has happened. So most of the time they just stay outside. As I make my way towards the door I can see him through the window. He's so handsome. His hair glistens in the sunlight. His smile shines brighter than any star. "Hello is anyone in there?" He said still outside the door. His voice, oh his voice!! It's so gentle, and kind, but can make any girl go crazy.
I reach for the doorknob to unlock it. I pull it open to reveal myself "Hello" I say with a smile on my face I look down though because I'm secretly blushing and don't want him to see. But eventually I look up into his eyes and he smiles "Nice to meet you. I'm Bob Ross" and he puts out his hand. I hesitate for a moment, but then shake his hand and let him inside my living room.

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Bob Ross is my daddy
Fiksyen PeminatA young girl is devastated when her father gets Bob Ross,who she despises, to teach her how to paint. Even though its wrong, she starts to have feelings for Bob. Will she confess her love for Bob, or hide her feelings?