My Life As Emmalyn

Meet my lovely godfather

"YES! TOTALLY!"" I beam. I clear my throat, "I mean, I would love to be your manager. It would be an honor." I jokingly bow.

"Well then, Miss Manager, it is an honor to have you on board." He bows back at me and winks.

"So, how is your mother doing?" Coach Don, or Donavan Romano, is actually my godfather. Don grew up with my mom, even though my mom is four years his senior. My mom had me rather young at eighteen.

Don is like my partner in crime and best friend. His demeanor is different than when he is on the field. He's actually rather serious and intimidating when he's coaching. When he is with close friends, I like to think he is much more easygoing, and if I dare say, immature. He is twenty nine years old, but he has the mind of a ten year old. I'm rather proud to say he was voted as one of the top High School coaches according to MaxPrep just last year. I actually forget to mention that our football team are still Division 1 undefeated CIF champions.

"She's doing well. In fact, her company will be featured in Vogue magazine for next month. " I cheered. Siobhan Armour Clothing Co. is finally becoming more popular. My mom used to be a model, but she retired early and started her own clothing company.

"Really? Wow." Don looks deep in thought. He has a solemn look on his face.

"Don?" I wave a hand in front of his face.

"Sorry," he glances at me. "We should go celebrate tonight!" He suddenly yells.

"We should, but she is in New York City on a business trip for the rest of the month," I sulk. My mom travels a lot, so does my dad but not as much anymore. Actually, he is my stepdad but I call him Dad since I never met my birth dad. Dad is actually a professional MMA trainer. It is quite weird how a model and a MMA trainer/fighter met each other. 

"Oh, then let's go out together and have fun tonight!" He cries spontaneously. His definition of fun sometimes turned for the worst.

"Today's Thursday! We have school tomorrow." I give him a baffled expression.

"Knowing you, you don't have any homework left. Plus, it's not like we are going to stay up until midnight." He tries to convince me.

"Alright," I relent. "But, we need to be back by latest nine, and I need to ask my dad." I make a deal.

"Alright. Nine o' clock," he gives me a sullen look. "You ruin all the fun."

"Why such a long look?" Jason comes between us and swings both arms around us. "Are you bullying him again, Em?

"I am not!" I glower.

At the same time, Don says, "Yes, she is."

"Don! You..."

"So what are you two talking about?" Jason inquires.

"I'm going to be your manager!" I jump up and down excitedly.

"Oh noooo," Jason shakes his head miserably. He faces Don, "What have I done to you? Why must you torture me? Now, I have to see her 24/7!"

I smack the back of his head. "Sunny, don't be overdramatic. We all know you love me to death."

"Why, yes I do." He grins mischievously and leans towards me.

"Wait, what are you doing?" I back away.

He gives me a slobbery, big kiss on the cheek. "Just expressing my brotherly love."

"YUCK," I wipe the spit off my cheek and onto his clothes. "Normal brothers would give hugs, or a pat of affection."

"Emma and I are going on a godfather-goddaughter bonding trip tonight!" Don interrupts.

"Remind me how the heck does he change so drastically?" Jason shares a look with me. "Is he bipolar or have ADHD?" he whisper in a serious tone.

"No, I checked." I whisper back.

"Hey Carters! What are you two whispering for?" Don frowns.

"Nothing!" Jason and I say together.

"Sure.." Don regards us with suspicion.

"Anyways, call David!" Don reminds me.

"I will. I will." I grab my phone and hit 2. I have my dad on speed dial.

"Yo daddy-o! Can I go out with Don tonight?"

"Isn't tonight a school night?"

"Yes, but Don promised to bring me home by nine."

"Alright then," he agrees. "Is Jason going along?"

"Nope. He's going home."

"Okay."

"Bye bye!" I hang up.

"Think fast!" I call out to Jason and throw my backpack at him. It hits him square in the face. Whoops.

"Sorry!" I cringe. "Good job, you caught it!" I give him a thumbs up. "Could you bring my stuff back home?"

"Your sisterly love is just amazing." Jason says with heavy sarcasm. "Since I'm awesome, I'll bring it home this one time."

"Thank you, oh awesome Jason." I give him a curtsy.

"Just don't do drugs, drink alcohol, or get arrested." He orders.

"Alright." I roll my eyes at him. 

"Not you," he tilts his head at Don. "Don't follow everything Em does. She can be quite persuasive."

"JASON," I lean my hands on my hips.

"I'm kidding!" He throws his arms up. "....ish. See ya!" He walks off.

"So...where are we going?" I face Don. I rub my hands together and smile deviously, "I actually have a great place to go.."

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A/N Ian somerhalder as the lovely Don??(; may change but for now it's him