Let Me Kiss You One More Time, chapter 1
I sit on the grass on a hill, looking over the small town that I grew up in. So many good memories, but yet, so many bad memories. Bad memories that make me teary, and good memories that make me laugh. With my daughter Ayleen, who is two years old, on my lap, I get up with her in my arms and walk over to the car. All these memories will end. They will end right now. I will make a new life with my daughter Ayleen. New house, new town, new everything. I hop in the beat up old car, with Ayleen in the back. I start up the car and pull out of the hill.
'So long Berkeley California.' I thought as I drove on the highway, getting farther and farther away from Berkeley.
I guess I should introduce myself before I really get into the story. As you know, I am 22 years old with a 2 year old daughter named Ayleen. I am 5'6, blonde hair just past my shoulder with some blue streaks, and electric blue eyes. I'm not one of your, 'Girly Girly' type of person. Ever since I was in school I wasn't a prep, girly girl, jock, all those. I was an outcast. Everyone I thought was my friend would turn their backs on me, pretending they didn't know me. I felt as if I was invisible to the world. Like nobody ever cared I existed.
I had a boyfriend, who went onto a husband, but I dumped his sorry ass since I caught him cheating on me. He would also abuse me. That had to stop, too. So I filed a divorce and here I am now. No house, a beat up car, all my belongings, and my daughter who means the whole world to me. Her big brown eyes she got from her father, and her blonde silky hair she got from me.
I'm not fat, or skinny as hell like a model. I'm normal. Normal. My everyday outfits are just jeans, band t-shirts, All Star Converse, eyeliner (usually black), and hair down or in a messy bun. Oh right, my name. How could I forget about my name. I mean your reading a story about ME and my daughter, with some strangers along the line. Anyways my name is Rachel. So back to the story.
*
"Mom?" Ayleen said from the back.
"Yes?" I responded, still keeping my eyes on the road.
"Where are we gwoing?" Ayleen asked, while looking out the window.
"Um, were going to live somewhere new." I said. I couldn't lie to my daughter.
"Owkay. Mom?" Ayleen asked again.
"Yes?" I said, laughing a bit.
"I'm hungry..." Ayleen whined.
"Ok, how about the next time we see somewhere we will go there. Ok?" I said.
"Okay!" Ayleen said, excited.
*
"Great. Another day to work at Rudy's Can't Fail fucking Cafe." I said under the pillow.
I guess you want to know about me. Right? Ok, well my name is Mike Pritchard. Everyone calls me Mike Dirnt, because I always go around playing air bass and saying 'Dirnt Dirnt Dirnt'.
I have brown short spiked up hair. I'm in a band called Sweet Children. Yes, I play the bass. Billie plays the guitar and is the lead singer. John plays the drums.
I have electric blues eyes, that all the girls seem to stare at a lot. It just pisses me off.
Anyways, back to the story. Oh yea, also I'm 5'9.
*
"Michael Ryan Pritchard! Get up! Get up!" Billie said, acting like my mother pulling off the sheet.
"Fuck off, retard." I mumbled.
"How dare you talk to your mother like that." Billie sighed, putting his hand on his hips.
"You're not my mother." I said, rolling my eyes.
"Oh yea, well anyways, we have to go work." Billie said, getting me up.
"Since when did you ever want to work?" I said, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't know, I'm in the mood. Why? Does that scare you?" Billie laughed.
"Just wondering." I shrugged and got changed into my uniform.
*
"Mwommy!" Ayleen said, pointing out the window.
"Yes?" I sighed.
"Rwudys Can't Fwail Cafe!" Ayleen said, bouncing in her seat.
I slowed down the car and pulled into the parking lot. I parked the car, turning the car off and picking Ayleen up, heading inside the restaurant.
*
I saw a girl around my age, 22, with blue eyes and blonde hair with blue streaks, holding a young girl. Huh, must be her little sister. Wow, whoever that girl is, she's hot.
"Hey Mike," Billie said, elbowing me, " That girl with the blonde hair, she's hot. Go talk to her or something." I nodded and headed to their table.
"Hey guys." I said, smiling.
"Hewwo!" The little girl said, looking up with a toothy grin.
"Hi." Said the women also smiling to me.
"So how are you two doing?" I said, trying to start a conversation.
"Oh not-" She started but then getting cut off by the little girl.
"Me and mwommy are mwoving." Said the little girl smiling.
"Mommy?" I said, choking. The women slightly nodded.
"Yea, erm...so uh, what's your name?" She said to me.
"Im Michael, but please just call me Mike." I smiled, shaking her hand.
"I'm Rachel, and this is my two year old daughter Ayleen." She smiled.
"Nice names. Anyways, what can I get you girls to drink?" I asked.
"Uh, coffee for me and juice for Ayleen." Rachel said.
I nodded and smiled walking away.
*
Wow....he's pretty hot. I wonder if I can get his number. Wait, what are you thinking Rachel? You barely even know him! You have a daughter, what would she think?
'So long Berkeley California.' I thought as I drove on the highway, getting farther and farther away from Berkeley.
I guess I should introduce myself before I really get into the story. As you know, I am 22 years old with a 2 year old daughter named Ayleen. I am 5'6, blonde hair just past my shoulder with some blue streaks, and electric blue eyes. I'm not one of your, 'Girly Girly' type of person. Ever since I was in school I wasn't a prep, girly girl, jock, all those. I was an outcast. Everyone I thought was my friend would turn their backs on me, pretending they didn't know me. I felt as if I was invisible to the world. Like nobody ever cared I existed.
I had a boyfriend, who went onto a husband, but I dumped his sorry ass since I caught him cheating on me. He would also abuse me. That had to stop, too. So I filed a divorce and here I am now. No house, a beat up car, all my belongings, and my daughter who means the whole world to me. Her big brown eyes she got from her father, and her blonde silky hair she got from me.
I'm not fat, or skinny as hell like a model. I'm normal. Normal. My everyday outfits are just jeans, band t-shirts, All Star Converse, eyeliner (usually black), and hair down or in a messy bun. Oh right, my name. How could I forget about my name. I mean your reading a story about ME and my daughter, with some strangers along the line. Anyways my name is Rachel. So back to the story.
*
"Mom?" Ayleen said from the back.
"Yes?" I responded, still keeping my eyes on the road.
"Where are we gwoing?" Ayleen asked, while looking out the window.
"Um, were going to live somewhere new." I said. I couldn't lie to my daughter.
"Owkay. Mom?" Ayleen asked again.
"Yes?" I said, laughing a bit.
"I'm hungry..." Ayleen whined.
"Ok, how about the next time we see somewhere we will go there. Ok?" I said.
"Okay!" Ayleen said, excited.
*
"Great. Another day to work at Rudy's Can't Fail fucking Cafe." I said under the pillow.
I guess you want to know about me. Right? Ok, well my name is Mike Pritchard. Everyone calls me Mike Dirnt, because I always go around playing air bass and saying 'Dirnt Dirnt Dirnt'.
I have brown short spiked up hair. I'm in a band called Sweet Children. Yes, I play the bass. Billie plays the guitar and is the lead singer. John plays the drums.
I have electric blues eyes, that all the girls seem to stare at a lot. It just pisses me off.
Anyways, back to the story. Oh yea, also I'm 5'9.
*
"Michael Ryan Pritchard! Get up! Get up!" Billie said, acting like my mother pulling off the sheet.
"Fuck off, retard." I mumbled.
"How dare you talk to your mother like that." Billie sighed, putting his hand on his hips.
"You're not my mother." I said, rolling my eyes.
"Oh yea, well anyways, we have to go work." Billie said, getting me up.
"Since when did you ever want to work?" I said, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't know, I'm in the mood. Why? Does that scare you?" Billie laughed.
"Just wondering." I shrugged and got changed into my uniform.
*
"Mwommy!" Ayleen said, pointing out the window.
"Yes?" I sighed.
"Rwudys Can't Fwail Cafe!" Ayleen said, bouncing in her seat.
I slowed down the car and pulled into the parking lot. I parked the car, turning the car off and picking Ayleen up, heading inside the restaurant.
*
I saw a girl around my age, 22, with blue eyes and blonde hair with blue streaks, holding a young girl. Huh, must be her little sister. Wow, whoever that girl is, she's hot.
"Hey Mike," Billie said, elbowing me, " That girl with the blonde hair, she's hot. Go talk to her or something." I nodded and headed to their table.
"Hey guys." I said, smiling.
"Hewwo!" The little girl said, looking up with a toothy grin.
"Hi." Said the women also smiling to me.
"So how are you two doing?" I said, trying to start a conversation.
"Oh not-" She started but then getting cut off by the little girl.
"Me and mwommy are mwoving." Said the little girl smiling.
"Mommy?" I said, choking. The women slightly nodded.
"Yea, erm...so uh, what's your name?" She said to me.
"Im Michael, but please just call me Mike." I smiled, shaking her hand.
"I'm Rachel, and this is my two year old daughter Ayleen." She smiled.
"Nice names. Anyways, what can I get you girls to drink?" I asked.
"Uh, coffee for me and juice for Ayleen." Rachel said.
I nodded and smiled walking away.
*
Wow....he's pretty hot. I wonder if I can get his number. Wait, what are you thinking Rachel? You barely even know him! You have a daughter, what would she think?
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