"I take back what I said the first time we met. I never could have been more wrong."
"Oh, and what would that be?"
"Every thing about you - every thing you do, or say, or even when you scrunch your nose when you don't really like something - just ma...
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MY ALARM SHOOK ME AWAKE the next morning at seven the next morning, as it always did, but as I started to set up breakfast my father stopped me. "Maybe just settle for some coffee, hun," he notes, a twinkle in his eye.
"What for?"
"I called you out for the day," he notes, leaning back into his chair and taking a heaping gulp from his own. "I'm working the night tonight, and I figured you and I should do something." My eyebrows furrowed together as I looked at him a little harder. What was this man up to?
"Do I get any more information than that?"
"Nope," he chuckles. I can't help but roll my eyes, smiling nevertheless as I fall into my seat across from him. It felt beautifully familiar to sit across from him at the kitchen table, a coffee mug in each of our hands, and only our regular chairs occupied.
But heavy feet hit the stairs and brought, what was for me, an unwelcome weight to the room. Every other step, there was an extra heavy clunk, which must mean that Isabella had a walking boot or something of the sort strapped to her foot. Sucks, doesn't it? "Morning, Bella," my Dad nods.
"Morning Dad. Jo," she comments, looking to the table to see if I had cooked anything. "What's for breakfast?" I left out a quiet scoff, Dad knocking my shin lightly and raising his eyebrow, almost as if to say: "Play nice."
"Didn't cook any," I opt for, giving my father an entertained look. I bring the mug up to my lips again, a smirk hiding behind the ceramic.
"Well, we best be off to school then, Jo."
"Oh, I'm not going," I shrug, hardly sparing a glance behind my shoulder. I only get a momentary glance of the incredulous look she throws my way, then my father's.
"Got a doctor's appointment midday," Dad shrugs, looking between the two of us with an air of ease that would make even the most infamous con man proud.
"Whatever," Isabella grunts before hobbling out of the house and towards her car.
"So when do I get to know about this mysterious agenda?" I ask, a twinkle in my eye as Isabella pulls out of the driveway. I can feel her eyes on the two of us until the moment her car turns down the road.
"When we get there."
"And when will that be?"
"Well, we'll leave as soon as you're done with your coffee. Don't want you being a horrid bitch when I'm stuck with you for hours on the end." I throw my head back in laugher and my father has the same humor in his eyes, a smile across his lips.
"Harsh, Dad," I laugh out more. It doesn't take too long for me to swallow down the rest of the contents, and pull my Vans slip-ons onto my feet. When we finally make it to the cop car, we don't make much conversation, but the radio plays the local rock channel quietly. Dad drives through town center and keep going. "Wait, Dad... What?"
