Rouge Child

Granny Violet

Hai guys. I know like no ones reading this but. Ima try to update daily. Now read dat shiz.

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Granny Violet's house was just next to her. The living arrangement was weird but it kept things so convenient for Lily. When Christine McQueen, her mom, decided that she was better off far from New York City after her dad died, she stayed at her parents' house in Rose Trail. Her mom forgot to mention that they were neighbors with her grandmother.

Granny Violet had asked Lily to stay with her but she only told her that she would stay at her parents' house because she wanted to take care of it. Plus, she told her Granny Violet that she got two houses now in Rose Trail.

At two in the morning, Lily wanted to see her grandmother. She went up the stairs to Granny Violet's room. She wasn't expecting to find her grandmother still awake. She just wanted to know if she was sound asleep.

"Grandma? Can't sleep?" She lied next to her on the four-poster bed.

Lying on her side and facing the window, Granny Violet replied, "There's nothing for me to do tonight. I knew you were going out so I tried to watch TV and the Simpsons DVDs and Dancing with the Stars and baked some cookies. I guessed I got bored so I went to bed and just lie down and tried not to bitch about being an old woman."

"You sound like a teenager." Lily snuggled closer to her. "I'm bored too."

"Then have sex."

Lily choked and thought she was losing her mind. No! Her grandmother was losing her mind. "What?! You got to be kidding me, Grandma."

"What's wrong with sex? You make it sound like I'm losing my mind."

"It's because you are losing your mind. Granny, come on. You just told me to have sex."

"It's what teenagers do these days. You're a teenager going to college a few months from now."

"Yes. I'll be nineteen years old in a few months' time but it doesn't mean I need to have sex."

"But you're free to get laid, right?

"Yeah but?"

"That's it."

"I'm free but...."

"You're so funny." Granny Violet turned her back and cupped Lily's face. "That was just a suggestion. I did not mean for you to do it. I know you. I tell you that you're mature enough and you don't need to have all these rules for you to live your life. You said it yourself that you'll be nineteen in no time, but you won't be nineteen forever. How about do something stupid tomorrow and let's see what happens after?"

"Like what?"

"Hmmm...how about kiss a guy in your high school...."

"And slap him after...."

"That'll do. But you could also kiss him in the boys' shower room or in the middle of the football field, or the cafeteria, or in the principal's office, or in...."

"Whoa! Slow down tiger. I am not doing any of that. All that."

"Again, those are suggestions. Come closer." Granny Violet pulled Lily closer to her. "There's something bothering you. Tell me."

"I don't know what has gotten into me. I drunk vodka."

"PMS."

"Granny?!"

"Go on."

"I went to Dougray's place because, you know, he threw a party. You know high school people love parties, not that I love to go to parties. But anyways, in the party, I saw him."

"Him? Like him? The little drummer boy?"

"Yeah. The little drummer boy. He was with his girlfriend and they were like perfect."

"You know. You got to stop the drooling over little drummer boy act. It's not romantic at all. Psssh."

"I know but you know I have always had a crush on him since ninth grade. He's nice and he's the campus cutest guy, a very charming young man the parishioners call him. He plays for the Arrows Football Team too. He's the quarterback. So hot! He's good in class too. Smart enough to pass SAT."

"A possible mate?"

"Grandma, stop it. You make him sound like a sperm donor."

"Males are donors, child." She started to play with Lily's black hair. "Such a beautiful color, your hair. Your mom's brunette and your dad's nowhere near red-head but blond then you get this. Black."

"What are you trying to say that I was adopted or dad had defective sperms?"

"No, silly Lily. What I mean is that if you get to be with little drummer boy, your kid will be fair-haired. Drummer boy has dark brown hair and you have black. That equals a fair-haired baby though he sure will feel like he's adopted. Haha. I can't help myself but the baby will be weird."

"I don't know if you're trying to make me feel good or what. You're not making any sense."

"Just forget about it. I guess what you must do is to make it real. The fair-haired baby will never be born if his parents wouldn't do it."

"Like make little drummer boy fall in love with me?"

"Yes."

"What if he doesn't fall in love with me?"

"You make the other boy fall in love with you." The old woman just smiled at Lily. Oh. Lily loved her grandmother and her smile so much. "The one with the accordion...."

And...they both laughed to sleep.

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