His One and Only daughter, chapter 1
... "Huh?! Oh... um, sure... I-I guess... Bye... "
Adrienne looked at her husband, as he hung up the phone and sat on the last free kitchen chair, looking quite pale. "Are you okay?" "Uh... you better sit Adie... " Adrienne did as told, so she threw the filthy laundry on the floor,sat on the now empty chair and cocking her head to the right, looked at him worried. "What is it, babe? You're creeping me out... " Billie Joe gulped, fingers running through his black, messy hair, trying to find the correct words to say.
"Do you remember... Ashley?" His wife frowned at the sound of the name and tangled her fingers whilst resting her hands on the table. "Unfortunately. Why?" "Y' see... Ashley got busted for shooting her boyfriend... and the state is sending her-um...her daughter is coming over." She frowned even more and shook her head, looking-or at least trying to- untouched. "Heavens... well, we'll have to welcome her, anyway... She is one of the family."
*1 week later*
A slender, brunet haired girl walked away from the crowds of people in front of the train and sighed, two suitcases in her hands. Someone could pass her easily for a twenty five year old young woman, when in reality, she had just closed nineteen. She was wearing a red Puma jacket, under it a black shirt with collar and black, baggy trousers, black Converse and one could spot a tie round her shirt's collar, she was the representation of rock and punk. After all, the electric guitar's case hanging from her back said a lot. Her emerald green eyes scanned around for awhile and she felt lost for a second, until a familiar man approached her, smiling widely.
"Hey there!" he greeted, and grabbed her suitcases with a swift move, "You must be Eve! I'm Billie Joe--" He stopped and chuckled awkward as she kept on staring him surprised, not long enough though, she'd nod, smile back and give him a small but warm hug. "Mom told me all about you. Thanks for letting me stay." The man would nod too, smiling brightly now. "No problem. Now, let's get going! I gathered up my folks over home to meet you!" The so-called Eve narrowed her eyes and followed him as he made his way out of the station, taking also glimpses of the boutiques and mini shops along the way, simply because costumers and assistants were watching them pass by, many also pointing the not-having-noticed man. (Man that was a LONG sentence!)
"You didn't have to, I just came for a week-maybe two... " "Look, Ash got herself way too fucked up. Till she-or I get her out, you're one with the family. And I'm sure Jake and Joey will like you!" She cracked up another smile to him while they reached a black Mustang parked outside the station. "Err... Thanks." Billie Joe winked and hopped in, firstly having thrown her suitcases at the back seats. "I told you, no problem kid! So, you are coming along?" She giggled and nodded, sitting next to the driver's seat.
"Sure thing! ... Pops." He frowned falsly, making her giggle more. "Hey! That made me sound old!"
Adrienne looked at her husband, as he hung up the phone and sat on the last free kitchen chair, looking quite pale. "Are you okay?" "Uh... you better sit Adie... " Adrienne did as told, so she threw the filthy laundry on the floor,sat on the now empty chair and cocking her head to the right, looked at him worried. "What is it, babe? You're creeping me out... " Billie Joe gulped, fingers running through his black, messy hair, trying to find the correct words to say.
"Do you remember... Ashley?" His wife frowned at the sound of the name and tangled her fingers whilst resting her hands on the table. "Unfortunately. Why?" "Y' see... Ashley got busted for shooting her boyfriend... and the state is sending her-um...her daughter is coming over." She frowned even more and shook her head, looking-or at least trying to- untouched. "Heavens... well, we'll have to welcome her, anyway... She is one of the family."
*1 week later*
A slender, brunet haired girl walked away from the crowds of people in front of the train and sighed, two suitcases in her hands. Someone could pass her easily for a twenty five year old young woman, when in reality, she had just closed nineteen. She was wearing a red Puma jacket, under it a black shirt with collar and black, baggy trousers, black Converse and one could spot a tie round her shirt's collar, she was the representation of rock and punk. After all, the electric guitar's case hanging from her back said a lot. Her emerald green eyes scanned around for awhile and she felt lost for a second, until a familiar man approached her, smiling widely.
"Hey there!" he greeted, and grabbed her suitcases with a swift move, "You must be Eve! I'm Billie Joe--" He stopped and chuckled awkward as she kept on staring him surprised, not long enough though, she'd nod, smile back and give him a small but warm hug. "Mom told me all about you. Thanks for letting me stay." The man would nod too, smiling brightly now. "No problem. Now, let's get going! I gathered up my folks over home to meet you!" The so-called Eve narrowed her eyes and followed him as he made his way out of the station, taking also glimpses of the boutiques and mini shops along the way, simply because costumers and assistants were watching them pass by, many also pointing the not-having-noticed man. (Man that was a LONG sentence!)
"You didn't have to, I just came for a week-maybe two... " "Look, Ash got herself way too fucked up. Till she-or I get her out, you're one with the family. And I'm sure Jake and Joey will like you!" She cracked up another smile to him while they reached a black Mustang parked outside the station. "Err... Thanks." Billie Joe winked and hopped in, firstly having thrown her suitcases at the back seats. "I told you, no problem kid! So, you are coming along?" She giggled and nodded, sitting next to the driver's seat.
"Sure thing! ... Pops." He frowned falsly, making her giggle more. "Hey! That made me sound old!"
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