Lennon looked in the mirror at her self.
Forest green eyes and creamy white skin stared back at her.
She sighed, twirling her long dark blonde hair around her fingers.
She was sixteen and stood at only four feet ten inches.
She wasn't the slimmest girl, but she wasn't fat either.
When was this crush on Michael going to pass?
It had been nearly five years and she still swooned when he called her doll.
It would never happen though, if the age difference wasn't already enough there was the big obviousness of the fact his feelings were strictly paternal.
Michael stood at the stove in his and Lennon's kitchen and smiled to himself.
He had successfully gotten full custody of Lennon with no big issues, they had moved from Dallas to Malibu; and Lennon seemed happy enough which was enough to make Michael happy enough for an eternity.
All he cared about was her, he worked from home now so he could accommodate Lennon better, and always got her whatever she needed or wanted for that matter.
Ever since her parents died Lennon had suffered from horrendous nightmares.
She always woke up screaming and crying almost every night. Michael didn't mind waking up all hours of the night, he just wanted her to get better.
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The Guardian
De TodoLennon Stacey and Michael Clifford are best friends. He's always been there for her and she has a more than obvious crush on him. Then, a tragedy happens.
