“Wow she does look like you.”
“I know right!”
I was waking up to voices saying. I didn’t want to open my eyes. I yawned as I rolled over hoping they would leave me in peace.
“Aww did you see how cute?” I heard Tre.
“Yeah Tre, um maybe we should leave her be.” A stranger said.
“I just want to cuddle her in my arms!” I heard him say as if talking about a puppy. I quickly opened my eyes and turned when I felt movement on the bed.
“Don’t do that!” Tre had his arms open and was hovering over me.
“Aw come on?” He grinned and gestured his hands. I moved his hands to the side.
“No.” I said in a stern voice. I stood straight next to a complete blonde headed stranger. Just like Billie he was in dire need of a root touch up, only his roots weren’t so dark.
“Well hi there!” He said in a strange announcers voice as if I won a contest. I rubbed my eyes and met his blue eyes.
“Uh high, I’m…” I went to reach out my hand and he quickly grabbed it.
“Tristy, I know. It’s so nice to finally meet you. Your dad has talked so much about you.” I looked at Tre who was proudly nodding and back to the stranger.
“Um thanks.” I said slowly pulling my hand away. “You must be Mike?” He nodded smiling. I moved the covers and turned putting my feet to the floor. “Well I guess I’d better change.” Mike smiled and stepped to the door.
“Ok! Breakfast is in the kitchen if you’re hungry! I made waffles!” Tre said happily. I just looked at him blankly, I was still tired.
“Yeah thanks.”
“Oh you!” Tre quickly kissed my head and ran out the door.
“Ugh.” I wiped my head off and went to my bathroom. I quickly showered and got dressed. I figured we wouldn’t be going out so I put on a light blue polo shirt and some blue jeans and white socks. I set my tan Sperrys by my door for easy access in case I needed to leave. I made my way to the kitchen and saw no one as I passed through the living room. I wonder where they went. I found I nice stack of waffles with a bottle of syrup. By that I saw assorted sprinkles, a can of whipped cream, and chocolate syrup. I just topped them with regular syrup and poured some orange juice. I sat and ate noticing the house seemed strangley quiet. Good, they must be gone. Before I could finish my thought I heard a muffled guitar and drum sounds coming from the other side of the house. Oh god. I rolled my eyes and continued eating. I could hear what I thought was Billie busting out lyrics. It was very muffled and behind closed doors so I couldn’t really tell what was being said. I just hope that with open doors he doesn’t sound like a wailing cat! After I was done I washed the syrup off my plate and stuck it in the dishwasher. I decided to go find them out of curiosity. When I stepped in they all looked at me and smiled. They were in the middle of a song. Tre pointed his drum stick at a chair and I took it. I sat there listening without tapping my foot or bobbing my head. I was not use to this music at all. After they finished they looked at me.
“So what do you think?” Billie asked.
“You sound like a bunch of grown men with a lot to say.” Billie smiled and nodded.
“Yeah kind of.” Mike threw in. I raised my eyebrow.
“Pretty cool I guess.” I said casually nodding a bit
“You guess? We’re awesome as fuck!” Tre said grinning.
“Tre! She’s a lady. You don’t say fuck to a lady, or your daughter.” Billie said turning scalding him. Tre shook his head smiling.
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Playing Dad
FanfictionTristy finds herself at her fathers funeral only to learn the man she new all along was not her birth father at all. Unfortunately her mother took any info to her grave. Low and behold she does learn of her biological dad and boy is she in for a rid...
