I Will Always Be There For You, chapter 3
"Mona?" came Tre's voice from the hall.
simply rolled over on my bed so I could see the door. He stepped in.
"Are you alright?"
His face was unshaven and he looked sad. It didn't seem right. Not the usually upbeat guy, you know?
"Look. I know moving can bring a lot of stress-"
"No, dad. It's my fault. I didn't mean it."
He looked at me concerned.
"Are you sure? You sounded like you meant it...and if you did...." I looked up at him and he trailed off.
I sighed and rolled back on my stomach to gaze out my window. Rather nice view of the neighbour's house I suppose.
He sat down next to me and put his hand on my back
"Mona?" he paused as I still lay on the bed, "It's just I never knew you felt like this-" Man, was that sad look of his pathetic.
"Dad, come on. I didn't mean it. I was just pissed off at mom." I said sitting up and grabbing my knees.
The sides of his mouth curved into a bit of a sneer.
"So...you mean it?" He gave me this cute puppy dogface that made me laugh.
"Er...well. To be honest, I do feel like I hardly get to see you sometimes but then I know I'm just being selfish because you have a lot on your plate with the band and Frankito and-" I looked up from my shoes as he eyed me again.
He looked like this was upsetting him.
He half smiled with that crease of concern on his forehead. I let go of my knees. He took my shoulders so I'd look at him. I don't know what got into me. I just bawled.
"Oh, Mona." He cooed softly, taking me in his arms.
I felt like a blubbering idiot for no reason. Tre seemed to be happy I was letting it out though.
"You know I try as hard as I can to get to see you as often as possible." I nodded. "Every birthday and summer and-"
I shook my head. "I know, dad. I know. Thank you. I don't know what's up with me lately."
"It's the stress of moving. Leaving your friends. Getting a new routine. Don't worry. You'll get used to it soon enough."
I snorted as he wiped a tear from my face.
"Yeah. Get used to living with that bastard."
"Really? I haven't been able to find what's so horrible about him. You should be happy for your mom."
I stopped any form of crying I was doing. Stopped breathing too.
"You mean, you don't...you aren't...." I blubbered.
"Your mom and I are over with, been over with. I know you've had trouble accepting it, Ramona. But, you should try and make this easier for your mom and yourself...and maybe all of us."
"I thought you were on my side." I groaned. He was giving me another guilt trip.
He sighed, "Of course I'm on your side. Just not exactly agreeing." he laughed. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. I smiled a bit. "That's more like it. You know I love you, right?"
I nodded, "I love you too, dad."
"And you know I will always be there for you, right? You feel like you can't take the bastard any longer or anyone that's giving you a hard time, call me, all right? I'll be there for you."
"Of course." I beamed.
He did too and got up to leave.
"Okay well. There's a welcoming party going on if you feel like it." I nodded.
He gave me a goofy wave and left.
What is your freaking problem? You're acting like a total selfish bitch. I told myself when he left. I was making dad feel bad when he's just trying his best to be a good dad in the current situation. He was always so positive and I hated seeing him hurt. I knew he hated seeing me hurt too.
He was right. Him and mom were over and I needed to accept it already. Real life was nothing like the fairy tales where they would realize how much they still loved each other and fall hopelessly head over heels to apologize and make up and live happily ever after.
Actually, I don't think I've ever read a fairy tale like that. Only in Ramona land did it seem possible.
He even got everyone together so they could celebrate our moving in and everyone could have a good time.
That was dad. Always making sure everyone was happy. I knew he had to feel down sometimes too. It just was hard to think of. The famous Tre Cool having a pity party for himself? Unthinkable to a fan. Quite possible to is daughter.
So, I got up. I was going to go celebrate too. Dad went to this extra effort as always and I wasn't going to continue making everyone upset. I was going to choose to be positive like dad said.
simply rolled over on my bed so I could see the door. He stepped in.
"Are you alright?"
His face was unshaven and he looked sad. It didn't seem right. Not the usually upbeat guy, you know?
"Look. I know moving can bring a lot of stress-"
"No, dad. It's my fault. I didn't mean it."
He looked at me concerned.
"Are you sure? You sounded like you meant it...and if you did...." I looked up at him and he trailed off.
I sighed and rolled back on my stomach to gaze out my window. Rather nice view of the neighbour's house I suppose.
He sat down next to me and put his hand on my back
"Mona?" he paused as I still lay on the bed, "It's just I never knew you felt like this-" Man, was that sad look of his pathetic.
"Dad, come on. I didn't mean it. I was just pissed off at mom." I said sitting up and grabbing my knees.
The sides of his mouth curved into a bit of a sneer.
"So...you mean it?" He gave me this cute puppy dogface that made me laugh.
"Er...well. To be honest, I do feel like I hardly get to see you sometimes but then I know I'm just being selfish because you have a lot on your plate with the band and Frankito and-" I looked up from my shoes as he eyed me again.
He looked like this was upsetting him.
He half smiled with that crease of concern on his forehead. I let go of my knees. He took my shoulders so I'd look at him. I don't know what got into me. I just bawled.
"Oh, Mona." He cooed softly, taking me in his arms.
I felt like a blubbering idiot for no reason. Tre seemed to be happy I was letting it out though.
"You know I try as hard as I can to get to see you as often as possible." I nodded. "Every birthday and summer and-"
I shook my head. "I know, dad. I know. Thank you. I don't know what's up with me lately."
"It's the stress of moving. Leaving your friends. Getting a new routine. Don't worry. You'll get used to it soon enough."
I snorted as he wiped a tear from my face.
"Yeah. Get used to living with that bastard."
"Really? I haven't been able to find what's so horrible about him. You should be happy for your mom."
I stopped any form of crying I was doing. Stopped breathing too.
"You mean, you don't...you aren't...." I blubbered.
"Your mom and I are over with, been over with. I know you've had trouble accepting it, Ramona. But, you should try and make this easier for your mom and yourself...and maybe all of us."
"I thought you were on my side." I groaned. He was giving me another guilt trip.
He sighed, "Of course I'm on your side. Just not exactly agreeing." he laughed. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. I smiled a bit. "That's more like it. You know I love you, right?"
I nodded, "I love you too, dad."
"And you know I will always be there for you, right? You feel like you can't take the bastard any longer or anyone that's giving you a hard time, call me, all right? I'll be there for you."
"Of course." I beamed.
He did too and got up to leave.
"Okay well. There's a welcoming party going on if you feel like it." I nodded.
He gave me a goofy wave and left.
What is your freaking problem? You're acting like a total selfish bitch. I told myself when he left. I was making dad feel bad when he's just trying his best to be a good dad in the current situation. He was always so positive and I hated seeing him hurt. I knew he hated seeing me hurt too.
He was right. Him and mom were over and I needed to accept it already. Real life was nothing like the fairy tales where they would realize how much they still loved each other and fall hopelessly head over heels to apologize and make up and live happily ever after.
Actually, I don't think I've ever read a fairy tale like that. Only in Ramona land did it seem possible.
He even got everyone together so they could celebrate our moving in and everyone could have a good time.
That was dad. Always making sure everyone was happy. I knew he had to feel down sometimes too. It just was hard to think of. The famous Tre Cool having a pity party for himself? Unthinkable to a fan. Quite possible to is daughter.
So, I got up. I was going to go celebrate too. Dad went to this extra effort as always and I wasn't going to continue making everyone upset. I was going to choose to be positive like dad said.
