Fiction.

Chapter 16: Reunion.

Chapter 16: Reunion.

I’ve been home for three days now. Lacy my girlfriend came over last night but she needed to go this morning, sadly. She was a good girlfriend to me. I loved her alot. No doubt about it, she is the one. I love her with all my heart. She’s been with me for nearly five years. Five years and she still hasn’t moved in with me. I don’t mind it but it’d be nice to have someone to wake up too in the mornings. It’s been along time since I had someone wake up next to me. I really miss it. I miss never feeling alone.

My mind woke up to the sun clouding the horizon brightly with beautiful rays. My eyes squinted as I found my phone on the nightstand. My eyes were heavy and my body ached. The phone vibrated in my hands. I looked at the screen, ‘Incoming call: Matt. 6:57am’. I groaned loudly and pressed answer.

“Hello?”I greeted with a gruff voice that sounded like it had gravel in it. I placed my hand over my eyes to shield them from the morning sun that shone into my room brightly, warming it up greatly.

“Hey, Jimmy, don’t forget we’re going back to the studio tomorrow.” Matt said in a reminder. I sighed heavily and sniffled.

“Yeah, I know.” I muttered harshly.

“What are you going to be doing today?” He asked a curious question.

“Nothing exciting.” I replied. Matt talked a little more before hanging up, Val saved me from Matt’s chatter box day. I sighed heavily, tossing the phone back onto the nightstand. I sank into the bed and closed my eyes to get some more sleep.

My mind snapped awake to the sound of a car door slamming shut. I assumed it was Lacy who was back from whatever she was doing. I told her when she left that I’d be up for when she came back. I tossed the blanket from my body, jumped off the bed and booked it to the window, my gaze ran down to the pavement below.

There stood a teenage girl; she was really tall and lean. She had slightly tanned skin. Her long curvy dark hair was let down over the grey hoodie, she wore. A black and blue shirt was under the grey shirt with a pair of normal dark wash jeans and boots, her eyes were covered by sun glasses, the type Matt has. She had a medium sized hockey bag hanging off her shoulders. She stood in front of a Taxi, examining the house. She looked lost.

I sighed heavily and rolled my eyes. I went down the stairs in what I wore yesterday. My black jeans were a little bit tight while my black polo shirt was wrinkled and messy. I went down the stairs to see the girl still standing in front of the house.

“Fuck sake.” I muttered to myself. It was probably another fan that figured out where I lived. I hated it when fans find out where I live. It’s days like today that I just want to stay in bed for a while longer and sleep. I woke up at quarter after five this morning to say Good-Bye to Lacy, I went back to bed. I woke up due to Matt at just before seven and not even an hour later I wake up to this.

I sighed and went out to sort this kid out. I walked out the front door and skipped off the porch carefully, examining this kid closely.

“Hey kid, you okay?” I asked with a stern voice but I kept my expression friendly. Her gaze was shocked and dumbfounded. I sighed heavily and waited for her to reply.

“You might be my dad.” She blurred out. My expression fell from being nice and friendly. I didn’t like the game this kid was playing it was getting tiring and annoying.

“Okay kid, this isn’t funny. Who are you?” I asked with a slightly pissed off tone. She seemed to shribbled back a little bit, but her excitement was radiating off her skin. I’m glad there’s a fence blocking her easy access to me.

“My name is Peasnie Ann Sullivan. I’m not joking when I say this but you really might be my dad.” She came out. She slid her sunglasses off and there they were my mother’s eyes. My eyes. Those crystal blue eyes that look hazel from a far. She had my face, my nose, my lips and my eyes. I was in awe. Was this really happening? Or was I still asleep?

“You signed my birth certificate.” She added carefully pulling out a paper from her bag and handed it to me. I studied the paper carefully with wide eyes; there on the paper was my name, my hand writing along side her mom’s and her birth date. This was really happening, thirteen years and she found her way back to me. I looked back up at her with a shocked expression.

“Holy shit, you’re Rosie’s kid, aren’t you?”I asked. She bit her bottom lip and nodded twice. I furrowed my eye brows and examined her carefully. She had my height as well. She was really tall and lean. But she had her mother’s body.

“Does she know you’re here?” I questioned. She sighed heavily and ran her gaze from the ground to meet mine. I hit a rough spot; she seemed to react badly to her mom’s name. I felt bad suddenly.

“She left when I was four.” Peasnie’s small voice was soft and fragile. I opened the front gate, welcoming her into my home. My gaze had to look her over a few more times, was this really happening? Was my daughter really here after thirteen years of being apart?

“Peasnie, come in. You must be tired and hungry.” I offered her a place to stay. She smiled and nodded, coming into the front yard. I led her up the front porch and into the house. She had enough evidence to prove she was my daughter. Holy shit, she was actually here, in Huntington Beach after all this time. Pride isn’t even the word.