Diary of a Random, Cute, Fiesty, (Possibly ADHD) Chick-a-dee

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How am I today? Oh, thank you for asking, I am great. Why? Because I'm Adam Garden's girlfriend and I don't need any other man.

And that included a certain sexy Brit.

I nodded curtly at my reflection a I continued to repeat the mantra in my head.

Adam, Adam, Adam...

I opened the door and stepped out of the broom closet.

Yes we have a mirror in our broom closet.

I like looking good when I sweep.

I could hear people talking and laughing from down the hall, turn right, then left and there's the living room.

Because we like to live.

I debated against going to the bathroom and turning the faucet on VS. facing my fear and going into that room.

Where my kidnapping boyfriend and my...friend were at.

Together.

I glanced at the powder room again.

"Phoebe?"

Buuusted.

I spun around to see my Mom standing in the doorway of the hallway.

Right when I was about to flee...away.

"Oh hey Mom," I gasped melodramatically, "I didn't see you there, I was just about to go to the bathroom."

She cocked a eyebrow and folded her arms across her chest.

Aw shizz...she's doing the birch pose.

"That was ten minutes ago."

Right.

Shoulda stayed in the broom closet.

"I...got lost."

She moved her hands to her hips.

Damn.

"You got lost?"

My hands twitched.

"Yep," I said clipped.

"Is this about Adam?"

Yes-... did she just say Adam and not Darryl? Because Darryl is Adam and she was suppose to think that Adam was Darryl since Adam was the one who kidnapped me and-

I'm rambling.

She chuckled, "do you think I'm stupid? A little hair dye ain't going to change a person's looks."

True...

Damn you Gabe.

Big Momma did a better job at disguising himself.

"How..." I whispered still in shocked. "When..."

She knew.

One order of epic with a side of fail please.

She snorted, you know the snort, the "youse busted" snort.

"The whole time, his picture is everywhere ya know."

I scratched my head.

"Wait, so you knew that Darryl was Adam... But you allowed him alone in a room, with windows, with your daughter."

Not cool man, not cool at all.

She snorted and rolled her eyes like she was all that.

"What was he going to do? Carry you out? Phoebe, you may be skinny but your not light."