The Perfect Match

Andrew

Andrew pulled up next to Margie Fisherman's house, and cut the engine. Walking up to the door he spotted a cat that had spots on it and was as fat as it could be. 'Just like Margie.' he thought with a guilty feeling in his stomach. He came to the stairs and rang the bell. Chimes sounded from everywhere and he had to cover his ears. A man answered the door, Andrew recognized the narrow eyes and thin lips and the bright blonde hair.
"Well you just gonna stand there son?!" The man yelled into his ear.
"No sir." As he brushed past him, the man slammed the door and led him into a bright colorful room with bright green walls with pottery everywhere.
"Sit anywhere." As the man took the only chair. Andrew sat on the floor.
"What are you gonna do to my little girl?" He slanted his eyes to look like sharp needles.
"Um, take her to a party?" He swallowed.
"Hmm." Then the man smiled and held out his hand.
"Um this is a handshake right you're not going to slowly rip my arm off right?"
"We'll see." The man chuckled and his eyes crinkled up around the edges. Andrew took his hand and shook it.
"Margs!" The man yelled through his cupped hands. "Your boy's here!"
"He's not my boy!" She came down the stairs and suddenly Margie was a different person. She wasn't a girl with fat folding down underneath her skin and pimples all over her face, she had completely transformed from the weeks before, she had gotten thinner and was now the size of tiny hula dancer in his dad's truck. Her blonde hair had become curly and beautiful. Her face pimple free and her eyes big and brown like two big saucers.
"Hey." She said.
"Wow, You look amazing!" He took a step toward her.
"Hey back off." The man took a step between them.
"Dad." She rolled her eyes. "Come on let's go before he embarrasses me more." She pushed him to the door and waved at her dad with tears in her eyes. As soon as they were in the car he started asking her questions
"I've been working out a lot lately." She smiled.
"Why?" His eyes boggling at her her red dress that was short enough just at her butt-line.
"I wanted you to be proud of me." She took his hand. His fingers laced with hers.
"I've always been proud of you!" He cried.
"Mhm." She kissed him on the cheek. Before she moved her face away from his he cupped her face in her hand and brought her to him, there was a clicking on the window that brought them to their senses.
"Drive." Her dad pointed a rifle at Andrew cocked and loaded.
The next thing he did was drive as fast as he could.