Here I am, just in the attic, looking for old stuff with my daughter, D/N. She said that she wanted to know about Shawn's and mine's youth. "Oh, look, mom!" she said as she got hold of a poster. "What's Magcon?"
"Meet and Greet convention, sweetheart. It's a group your dad used to be in." I explained. "Ooh." she said with her mouth shaped into an O. "Who's this?" she asked as she pointed to a boy holding a guitar. "Oh that's-" I started but was cut off, "He looks cute!" she said as she looked at me. "Oh God." I stifled a laugh.
"Girls?" I heard Shawn shout downstairs. "We're up in the attic!" I shouted. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and Shawn was in the attic (without bumping his head at the ceiling of course). "Dad, who's this?!" D?N sprang up and ran to her dad, "Isn't he a cutie?"
"Oh, he better look cute. Cause that's me." chuckled Shawn. D/N looked petrified, completed with her gaping. "I lost all my self-respect."
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This just popped in my head xD And happy 200+ reads! (If only I could put a k there...)
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