My dad woke me up around 7, after he woke me up he went to go get ready. I went to where my suitcase was, and opened it. I pulled out my Dodger shirt, some black jeans, and wore my converse.
I packed 1 pair of other shoes, and then the white ones I wore over here. Since I wear black and white the most, I brought. They match with everything.
When Dad got out, I went into shower. I didn't take long at all, I got changed in the bathroom, and put my shoes on outside. I also did my hair outside, which all I did was brush, and then part to the side. I was going today with Scott to be in the crowd watching them put there hand sement things.
From the bathroom I heard. "Wear your hat, and Sunglasses!" I went to my suitcase, and grabbed my Dodger hat that I packed. I'm in LA he can't say anything. Granted he still gloats cause Boston Red Sox beat the Dodgers in the World Series, and it's very annoying.
I was done, all I had to do was brush my teeth. Chris had the bathroom door open, he was doing his hair. I went in, and brushed my teeth. After that I just sat waiting on the bed.
"Wow. I thought you would have been a Boston Fan by now." I scoffed.
"Just because we have lost 2 world series in a row, doesn't mean I will switch teams. Plus I'm in L.A. home of the Dodgers. Fight me."
He chuckled, and put on his shoes. In the middle of him putting on his shoes, there was knock on the door. I opened it. "Goodmorning Uncle Scott. How you doing?"
"I'm doing great. You seem to fit in just right here." He said meanwhile pointing at my shirt. "Alright. Everyone is ready. Great. Let's go!"
We got into a car, and drove off to the site. Since Chris had to be there at around 8:30, and we just wait with fans. When we got there it was already around 8:00, the thing started at 10:30, so this should be fun waiting.
We got there, and me and uncle scott went to where we were supposed to go, and Chris went a different way.
__________when its over______
We all jumped back into the car, it was quite fun. I was bored in the back seat so I decided to google some phobias. Then I saw a headline.
'Captain America Stars seen with young girl... Is it Sebastian Stan's or Anthony Mackie's.'
I started laughing, Chris turns around. "What are you laughing at?" I handed the phone to him, meanwhile still dying.
"Wow. So people did see you." Then he started reading outloud.
"Captain America stars are seen with young girl. We do not have any sources of you this girl is, or why she is with these people. Is she the daughter of Sebastian Stan, biologically or adoptive, or Anthony Mackie?" He finished, and handed me back the phone. Scott was laughing his ass off, thank you god Chris was driving.
"They stole your kid, and now people want to know who she is. This is the best way she could've made her debute."
Then the groupchat starts.
We Stan:
Guys. I have a kid now
Mack-Aaahh:
I have a daughter now.
Hemsworth:
Ah. Yes I saw that.
Congrulations
Crying Brother:
The american trio all have the same daughter.
Ms.Badass:
Well they didn't find out it's Chris's
You Know Who I Am:
This is more entertaining
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Adopted By The Wrong Number: Part 2
FanfictionWhat happens in 2019 for Hope Miller, as the daughter of Chris Evans? (Triggers: sexual abuse, abuse, ptsd, panic attacks, mentions of sucide, mentions of self harm, self harm)
