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Daughter of the Year; Ze Sequel to Father of the Year
Topic Started: December 14, 2007, 12:15 am (11,138 Views)
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Chapter 101



“That was perfect Mr. Evan!” Cecily cried. “Absomotherfuckinglutely perfect.”

“Really?” Evan asked.

“It sounded very sincere to me,” said Kirk loyally. “You didn’t sound the least bit nervous.”

Evan had met up with Kirk and Cecily that very evening. Cecily was supposed to help him rehearse his wedding speech for Emily, and she had brought Kirk along to help write it. Evan had taken them all out for dinner, and then they went to a park that had a beautiful pond with honest-to-Betsy real, genuine, swans swimming around in it. Kirk had bought a bag of chestnuts from a vendor to feed to the swans, so they were congregated right by the pond’s side. Cecily had perched herself up on a giant log. There was a soft summer twilight breeze that played with her hair, but it was a warm breeze, and it felt quite heavenly. The sky was just starting to mold itself into a cool shade of lavender as the faintest, little glimmer of stars began to peek out their tiny, little, heads for the night.

Evan smiled. He had just recited his entire speech from memory for Kirk and Cecily. “I’ve been working on it a lot,” he said. “But it’s so much easier saying it to you guys. I mean no offense, I like you two a lot, but I’m not in love with either of you. I will be much more nervous saying this speech to Emily.”

“That is very true,” Kirk agreed. He took a compact out of the pocket of his suave, black, leather, blazer jacket and preened at his hair. “Nothing is as nerve-racking as the real thing. I remember when we played our very first sold out concert at the Tokyo Dome. I thought that since I had been playing music nonstop for the past seven years that it would be a piece of cake. We marched right on stage and because of the lights, I couldn’t even see the crowd at all, but I sure as hell could hear their cheers.”

“That’s amazing Mr. Kirk,” Cecily breathed as she hurled another chestnut at one of the swans. “What was it like playing at the Tokyo Dome?”

“I don’t remember,” Kirk replied. “I fainted right then and there, right before James started the first song. Jason actually dragged me off of the stage and back into the green room. It was very embarrassing because naturally everyone wanted to assume it was drugs that made me collapse, but really it was just nerves. Now I always remember to carry smelling salts along with me in my pocket whenever I perform.” He turned his curly little head to Evan and patted him on the back. “Oh well,” he went on. “Hopefully, God willing, you won’t faint.”

“Thanks Kirk,” Evan mumbled cynically. “But I don’t feel much better about this. I want Emily to know that this is sincere, and I don’t want to make a total ass out of myself in front of my family and friends either.”

“Well you can’t very well practice on Emily unfortunately,” Kirk stated. “I know!” he exclaimed perking up. “Practice on Cecily. Pretend that Cecily is Emily.”

“Oh I’m not nearly beautiful enough to pretend to be Miss Emily,” said Cecily. “That would be a disgrace to her name.”

“It would not Cecily,” Evan sighed. “But still. You’re a twelve-year-old little girl. It’s not going to feel the same as it would if-”

“You were saying it to a great, ethereal, beauty,” Cecily finished for him. “I know who we can ask to pretend to be Miss Emily.”

“Your dad?” guessed Kirk.

This sent the three of them into laughter. “Not quite,” answered Cecily. “For some reason whenever I think of a great, ethereal, beauty, my dad doesn’t come to mind.”

“I have to agree with you there,” Kirk laughed. “Though his hair is about as long as Emily’s.”

“It’s longer,” said Cecily. “Anyway, I was thinking that Mr. Evan could practice on Miss Cheyenne. She’s divinely beautiful with azure eyes and hair of spun gold.”

“Azure eyes?” Evan snorted. “Have you been into your father’s weed collection?”

“No,” Cecily answered innocently. “Whatever would give you that idea?”

Evan just shook his head. “I’m sorry Cecily, but I don’t think that it’s appropriate for me to rehearse a declaration of love on your father’s girlfriend.”

“She’s not his girlfriend,” Cecily said laconically. “She’s like Metallica’s communal girlfriend.”

“This is true,” put in Kirk. “There’s enough of Cheyenne to go around for everyone.”

“I really don’t think that he would like it,” Evan stammered.

“Who gives a fuck?” said Kirk. “I love Cliff to death. He’s like my bro, but he sure doesn’t give a fuck about your feelings, why should you care about his?”

Evan looked thoughtful. “That’s true,” he said finally.

“She should be back at the house helping your mom work out the seating arrangements,” said Kirk. “Let’s give her a call, and see if she’ll come down here.”

“What if she doesn’t want to?” Evan asked.

“Trust me,” Kirk replied, his dark eyes shining like stars. “If she knows that I’m here, she’ll be down here in a heartbeat.

***

For once, Kirk Hammett was actually right. Cheyenne was down to the park faster than a fly landing on a piece of sugarcoated shit. As soon as Kirk had called her, she leapt up from the table at once.

“And where are you going?” snapped Mrs. Fitzgerald. She was working away on the seating arrangements for the reception.

“Kirk needs me,” Cheyenne replied. “It’s important.”

“I need you,” said Mrs. Fitzgerald. “I have the wedding of the century going off in one day. I can’t do everything by myself.”

“But I can’t really help you with the seating arrangements anyway,” pointed out Cheyenne. “I don’t know any of these people. Have Emily help you. It’s her wedding.”

“And is she around?” Mrs. Fitzgerald spat. “No! That little hussy has done absolutely nothing except run around with that bum loser ex boyfriend of hers! She hasn’t given a damn about this wedding ceremony! For two cents I’d say that she doesn’t even want to marry my son!”

“Well she has been a little distracted this week,” Cheyenne returned, coming to Emily’s defense. She liked Emily. After all, she knew that Cliff loved her, and if Cliff loved her she must be an extraordinary woman. “I mean her daughter was missing for days and then went to the hospital,” she went on. “I’d say that she’s had a lot on her plate recently.”

“For one thing that little brat is not her daughter,” replied Mrs. Fitzgerald. “If it were up to me that girl would be in boarding school, learning how to become a well rounded young lady. And the girl is fine now. Emily should be here putting the finishing touches on her ceremony. I have no idea where she is.”

“She went and had tea with Cecily and Cliff,” said Cheyenne. “It’s only natural that she’d want to spend time with the little girl after she’s been missing for days.”

“Tea was this afternoon,” quipped Mrs. Fitzgerald. “It was done hours ago. Evan took Cecily out for dinner tonight, but Emily was nowhere to be found and neither was that ruddy boyfriend of hers.”

“I’m sure they’re not together,” said Cheyenne. “Knowing Cliff, he’s probably off at some bar or whorehouse.” She grabbed her purse. “I’m sorry to have to leave right now, but Kirk really needs my help. I’ll help you when I get back. I promise.”

And with that, Cheyenne hurried out the door. Mrs. Fitzgerald sighed. Cheyenne was definitely ditzy, and she wore the most God awful T-shirts and jewelry, but at least she was civil and daughterly-like towards her, unlike spoiled, ungrateful, Emily.

Mrs. Fitzgerald had never cared for Emily much. Even though she was pretty, studying fashion, and from a well off family, she still had a lot of that “rock” influence in her. Sometimes curse words would slip out, and she was downright horrified by the music that Emily played inside her car. Plus, she had lived with another guy for six years without marrying him. Anyone who shacked up for six years had to be trashy, and in her mind, her Evan didn’t deserve trashy. Emily just wasn’t quite good enough to be a Fitzgerald.

Cheyenne quickly made her way down to the park. She spotted Kirk and his flowing aura of curls right away over by the pond. She bounded up to him excitedly. She couldn’t help but feel honored. Kirk Hammett from Metallica had needed her help with something.

“Hey Kirk,” she greeted sweetly as she approached them.

“Looking good Cheyenne,” Kirk responded giving her a nod.

“You needed my help?” asked Cheyenne as she gazed at him with big, puppy, eyes.

“Actually,” said Kirk. “It’s Evan here who could use your help.”

“Evan,” Cheyenne repeated, her smile fading.

“I’m working on a speech to give to Emily at our reception,” Evan explained. “I want it to be really special, perfect, and sincere. I need to practice on somebody.”

“And since you’re gorgeous,” put in Cecily. “We thought that you’d be the perfect stand in for Miss Emily.”

“I don’t have a British accent,” Cheyenne stammered.

“That’s alright,” replied Evan. “To me, you do have an accent. You know what they say about women with accents.”

“I wish I had an accent,” Cecily sighed.

“You do to me,” said Evan.

“But I don’t back at home,” Cecily whined.

Evan sighed. “Let me guess,” he said. “If you played the violin and had an accent you’d get laid?”

“I think I’d stand a chance,” replied Cecily.

“You’re crazy you know that?” Evan teased. He turned to Cheyenne. “I’ve actually always liked American accents on women.”

“Really?” said Cheyenne. She looked down at her feet, and then smiled shyly up at Evan. “I’ve kind of always had a thing for British accents,” she admitted. “And Australian, and Scottish too. Hell, I guess I just have a thing for accents in general.”

“Well then hopefully this won’t sound stupid to you,” Evan replied as he cleared his throat, preparing to rehearse his speech again. Kirk handed Evan an empty paper chestnut bag.

“You’ll need this,” he said.

Evan frowned at the bag. “What is it?” he asked. “A barf bag?”

“No,” Kirk laughed. “It’s supposed to be a pretend champagne glass.”

“Kirk, this is overkill,” shot Evan.

“No,” said Kirk firmly. “I’m just trying to make this as close to the real deal as possible, so that when you get you your reception you will be most comfortable.”

“I should be wearing a veil,” said Cheyenne. “I’ve never worn a veil before. I wonder what it’s like.”

“It’s very thrilling,” answered Kirk. “I have this natty little veil that I bought from Dolce and Gabbana-”

“Enough Kirk,” cut in Evan. “I love Emily more than anything, and I want this speech to go well, but I don’t want to be here all night.”

Kirk scowled, but shut his mouth. Evan raised his “fake” champagne glass paper bag.

“I’d like to propose a toast,” he began. He looked at Cheyenne, who was sitting next to Cecily on the log. She looked sweet as could be with her long, silvery, blonde hair falling down in waves past her shoulders. She wore a black Metallica T-shirt, with a pair of rather bedazzled jeans that fit to her like a second layer of skin. Evan had to admit that she was a knockout.

“To my bride,” he stated his voice a little shaky, as Cheyenne gazed up at him with blue eyes that seemed to change shades. Evan wasn’t quite sure what shade of blue they actually were. He caught himself staring at them, and it caused him to totally lose his train of thought.

“To my bride,” he repeated, trying to collect himself. Cheyenne smiled. Evan’s mind went totally blank again as his heart skipped a beat.

“My friend, my lover, the reason that I get up in the morning, my reason for being,” Cecily mouthed to him.

Evan’s cheeks flushed. The kid knew the speech better than he did. “My friend, my lover,” he began, but his heart started racing, and his mind went totally blank yet again. For some reason, he couldn’t do it in front of Cheyenne. What the fuck? He had just recited the whole damn thing perfectly ten minutes ago. He crumpled up the paper bag and threw it to the ground and frustration. “Damn it!” he swore. “I can’t do it!”

“It’s my fault,” said Cheyenne. “Don’t worry. I’m sure with Emily it will go perfectly. After all, you’re not in love with me.”

“I’m not in love with Kirk either, but I recited it perfectly for him,” Evan shot hotly.

“Maybe you are,” said Kirk. He tossed his web of black spiral curls over his shoulder. “After all, everybody loves me.”

“Maybe I should just write it all down and read it from a paper,” sighed an unhappy Evan.

“You can’t give a passionate proclamation of love by reading it off of some paper,” Cecily argued. “Try it again Mr. Evan. I’m sure that you’ll get it this time.”

“I think that I’ve had enough Cecily,” Evan replied. “I need to get home. I have stuff to do! Someone has to get things in order for this wedding, and we all know that Emily sure isn’t at home doing any of it!”

Kirk, Cecily, and Cheyenne were stunned. That was the first time ever that Evan had said anything remotely negative regarding Emily.

“She doesn’t have to do any of it,” said Cheyenne. “I’ve been helping with it.”

“I know that she doesn’t have to,” retorted Evan. “I just thought that she’d want to. I’ve always thought that a woman would at least care about her wedding plans. Emily seems to care more about running around with that scumbag boyfriend of hers, than spending the rest of her life with me.”

“Don’t talk about my father that way!” Cecily yelled defensively. “He’s the most wonderful man in the entire world!”

“For your information Cecily,” Evan snapped. “Wonderful men don’t sleep around on the fiancée that they’ve been stringing along for six years.”

“You don’t even know my father!” shot Cecily.

“No, I don’t,” Evan replied. “But I do know that he broke my Emily’s heart, and I should thank him for it because now I get to love her for the wonderful woman that she is. You’re safe and found now Cecily, and that man has far outworn his welcome here. He needs to go home to the U.S. I don’t like having him here!”

And with that, Evan stalked off leaving his paper that he had the speech scribbled down on behind.

“Someone sure has some pre wedding jitters,” Kirk mused. “They do make one out of sorts.”

“I think it’s more than just pre wedding jitters,” said Cheyenne. “Emily hasn’t come home yet this evening. No one has seen her.”

“She’s probably busy getting stuff for the wedding,” Kirk shrugged. “What’s the big deal?”

“Well,” Cheyenne said with a sigh. “No one has seen Cliff either…”
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Wow, Evan isn't the perfect gentleman after all :wink And Mrs. Fitzgerald is a cunt :angry Looks like she cares more about "propriety" than her own son's happiness. And rehearsing the speech was so cute, poor Kirk fainting on stage :lol:
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Great great chapter, GREAT cliffhanger (no pun intended).

My favorite lines were these:

There was a soft summer twilight breeze that played with her hair, but it was a warm breeze, and it felt quite heavenly. The sky was just starting to mold itself into a cool shade of lavender as the faintest, little glimmer of stars began to peek out their tiny, little, heads for the night.

That's just... awesome. Wow, beautiful writing.

*claps* :bow :bow :bow :bow
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Uh oh. Evan went mad :blink: .... I wonder if it's only jealousy over Cliff and if Cheyenne's blue eyes don't have something to do with it :wink And yay, things are becoming better and better between Cliff and Emily :nanner: I really LOVE scenes with these two :horns2

"For a while, everyone in Metallica’s entourage used to sleep with one eye open because Lars went through a stage where he found it very amusing to piss on people while they slept. Fortunately, he was now over that stage. " oh shit :lol: :lol: :lol: And poor Death Eater, Lars was cruel :(

Totally awesome chapters!!! :heart:
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Vanessa- yeah, poor little Kirk. I'm always picking on him. :wink

Maisy- thank you so much. Your comment made me blush. :blush:

Maggie- I'm glad that you like Lars pissing on everybody. I guess it is quite funny, as long as you're not the one that he's pissing on. :lol:


I hope this chapter doesn't seem flat. :blink:



Chapter 102


Evan just had to find Emily. He just wanted to hold her close and be reassured that she still belonged to him and only to him. His heart sank as he burst through the door of their town home. Emily was nowhere to be found. Except for Queen Victoria, the house was empty. Evan’s mother had left, leaving the seating arrangements for the reception sitting out on the table. Evan was just too damn worked up to even look them over. He made his way upstairs to the bedroom, and flopped down on the bed.

“She must still love me doesn’t she?” he said to himself. “I trust Emily. I trust her with my full heart and soul. Perhaps she went to her parents’ house to do some wedding arrangements there, or maybe she’s out with a friend.”

He sprang up off of the bed and made his way to the closet. Tucked safely away in his sock drawer was the necklace he had bought for Emily’s wedding gift. He opened it up. Even in the darkness of the room, it still glistened like a silvery blanket of snow on a midwinter’s morning. Evan couldn’t wait to see the look on Emily’s face when she opened it. It was Wednesday night, and their ceremony was Friday evening. Emily would be his wife very soon, and he couldn’t wait. He couldn’t wait to actually get to introduce her as his “wife.” A small little burst of excitement fluttered throughout him.

“I’m going to give her this tomorrow evening,” he decided as he closed up the box and tucked the necklace safely away where it was guarded by his socks. “I know what I’ll do,” he declared. “I’ll take her for a nice, romantic, dinner tomorrow at The Ivy, and I’ll give her the necklace there. That way, she’ll know how much I love her, and how special I want to make her life. Not to mention it will keep her away from that unreliable ruffian ex boyfriend of hers.”

He decided to go all out for the event. Even though it meant that he’d have to go back out that evening, he decided that he’d order her a huge arrangement of flowers for the table, and a bottle of the best champagne that the restaurant would have to offer.

As Evan went about making a dinner reservation, he couldn’t help but feel bad for snapping at Cecily earlier. He shouldn’t have bad mouthed her father in front of her like that. She had been nothing but helpful to him with his wedding speech, and Evan did truly like the girl. He liked it that she wasn’t like other typical adolescents. She didn’t know what the hell songs were on the top forty radio countdown, nor was she into the latest boy band, and she didn’t seem to dress like a skank either. He even admired her courage. After all, she did sneak out into the night in a foreign city for a cause that she believed in, even if it was a wrong cause. He hoped that if he ever did have a daughter someday that she would grow up to be a lot like Cecily. He knew that he did owe her an apology. However, the one person who Evan had had quite enough of and would not tolerate anymore was Cliff Burton. In his mind, he had no business ever seeing Emily again, and he downright hated him.

***
Meanwhile, as her future husband-to-be planned a romantic evening out for them, Emily was stashed away in a quant little restaurant sharing a pizza with her ex boyfriend. She had also made her way through three vodka cruisers (apparently all that Cliff and Emily do when they are together is drink).
“You want another one Pussy Cat?” a rather chipper Cliff asked, as he polished off a beer.

“Oh I couldn’t possibly drink another one,” Emily laughed. She was feeling pleasantly tipsy, and she had that wonderful warm feeling that you get whenever you gorge out on blissfully cheesy pizza. Not even the fact that Cliff had called her Pussy Cat was going to bring her down tonight.

“Of course you can,” Cliff replied as he hailed down the waiter dude, and ordered another vodka cruiser for Emily. “You’re my little lush,” he said with a smile.

“I’m not your anything,” retorted Emily. “You have pizza sauce on your chin.”

“Oh fuck,” Cliff groaned as he frowned and grabbed his napkin.

“You eat like a child,” Emily scolded. “I swear that Cecily has better table manners than you do.”

“Fuck you!” Cliff snarled as he gnawed on another piece of pizza.

“What happened to trying to be a gentleman Cliff?” Emily teased.

“I bought you another drink, didn’t I?” Cliff mumbled through a mouth stuffed with pizza.

“That’s all that you ever buy for me is drinks,” shot Emily.

“You’re much more pleasant when you’re drunk,” replied Cliff. He shrugged and licked pizza cheese off of the sleeve of Kirk’s spiffy denim blazer. “Just what the fuck do you want me to buy for you?” he continued. “A disco ball? A pinball machine? A lilac scented douche?”

“That’d be better than the roll of toilet paper that you gave me for my birthday once,” said Emily as the waiter brought them another round of drinks.

“Hey!” spat Cliff. “It’s the thought that counts. At least I remembered your birthday. And it’s not like you’re God’s gift to giving gifts either. You gave me a fucking keychain for my birthday once.”

“It was a heart keychain Cliff,” responded Emily.

“At first when I saw the key chain, I thought that you had bought me a car,” Cliff rambled. He took a swig of beer, and then went on. “Then I got all fucking disappointed.”

“It was a heart,” said Emily. “It was supposed to represent that you held the key to my heart, but you had to be an asshole about it, and you laughed.”

“It was funny,” Cliff exclaimed.

“I was trying to be romantic,” Emily scoffed. She tossed her hair over her shoulder (yeah I know, not as sexy as when the boys do it). “I had this romantic night for us all planned with candles and all of the bullshit, and you laughed at me,” she lamented.

“Damn,” sighed Cliff as he finished off yet another beer. “If you had told me all of that, I wouldn’t have laughed at you. I could have gotten laid.”

“Ah fuck you Cliff!” Emily shot. “That’s all I ever was to you. A lay.”

“An expensive one too,” said Cliff. “I spent a lot of money on you buying you shit.” He pushed his empty beer bottle away, reached across the table, and to Emily’s surprise, grabbed her hand. “Fucking up what we had together was the stupidest thing that I ever did,” he said sincerely. “And I regret it more and more with each and every day that goes by.”

He looked her right in the eye for a few moments. Emily held his gaze, but then looked away.

“You must be tired of banging immature, little, nincompoops who underneath the hot, perky, titties and the nice ass, have absolutely nothing else to offer,” she finally shot. “What? You can’t find anyone else who wants to be a mother to Cecily?”

“See, this is why I can’t get anywhere with you!” Cliff declared. “I for once try to be nice, and give you the apology that you deserve, and you have to lash back at me with some smartass comment.”

“I just don’t understand why the sudden change of heart?” replied Emily. “We’ve been up and down and all around for six years. Why are you choosing now to finally see the light.”

“Cecily,” Cliff murmured. “It was Cecily. It was when she was yammering about wanting to go out with Jackson. I just asked myself hypothetically, if Jackson were me, would I let Cecily go out with a teenage me? The answer was fuck no. I wouldn’t let a fourteen-year-old me even cast a look in her direction, let alone date her. I would never want Cecily treated the way that I’ve treated chicks in the past, including you.”

“Cecily has way more value for herself than most of the girls that you’ve been with,” said Emily. “She’s better than that. She never would have wanted to date a fourteen-year-old you.”

“Well,” said Cliff. “She might have if she’d heard one of my bass solos.”

Emily did not look amused. She pulled her hand away from him, and began to pull the label off of her bottle of vodka cruiser.

“I know for a fact that you value yourself Pussy Cat,” said Cliff. “How come you put up with my bullshit for so long?”

“Because,” said Emily not looking at him. “I love Cecily. She’s like a daughter to me. She was happiest when we were together, and I liked being around her. I had no other legal rights to her or anything.”

“Is that the only reason?” Cliff asked. “You stayed with me for so long just because of Cecily?”

“Let’s get our check,” said Emily randomly. “I want to go home.”

“I want you to answer my question,” demanded Cliff.

“Okay fine,” retorted Emily. “I stayed with you because I loved my job in San Francisco.” She hailed down the waiter to bring them their check.

“You didn’t need to stay with me in order to stay in San Francisco,” Cliff went on. “Why did you let me treat you like shit for so long?”

“Because I loved you!” shot Emily. “There! Happy now? Now can we fucking get out of here?”

Cliff sighed, opened up his wallet, and threw some money down onto the table. Emily was already halfway out of the restaurant. He ran to catch up with her.

“Pussy Cat,” he began as he followed her out the door. “Whatever happened to us?”

“Cliff, don’t start this bullshit with me tonight,” returned Emily firmly as she whirled around to face him. “If you want to know what happened to us, you need to ask yourself.”

“I was an asshole,” Cliff announced.

“For once we agree,” Emily shot hotly.

“Come back to me,” Cliff stammered, as he staggered even closer to her, too close. “Cecily needs you. Geezer needs you. I need you,” he blubbered.

“You’re drunk Cliff,” Emily replied, stepping back away from him.

“Aunt Josephine says that the truth always comes out when you’re drunk,” Cliff babbled, stepping closer to her once again. This time, he lightly placed his hands on her forearms.

“Yeah, well your Aunt Josephine says a lot of random shit,” sniffed Emily. “Now go on back to your hotel. I don’t know why it turned into my job to baby sit you all day long. You’re drunk, sloppy, lonely, and not in your right mind and-”

Her tirade was interrupted by Cliff who right there in the open leaned in, draped his arms around her neck, closed his eyes, and gently pressed his lips to hers…
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Oh my God!!! That was soooo romantic!!! :nanner: :nanner5: Go Cliff!! I can't believe he actually ask her to come back to him! hell yea!!
I only wonder how Emily will react :unsure:
And what's with Evan....
“Aunt Josephine says that the truth always comes out when you’re drunk,” hah! I don't know if it's the truth but it's surely interesting what you can learn about yourself from a drunk guy :lol: :lol: -_-
Holy shit! I'm loving this!! :horns2 :heart:
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Ha, maybe Aunt Josephine is right :wink That necklace sounded lovely, but what about Evan? :blink: This is going to be complicated, the shit is gonna hit the fan :(
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Great chapter, with all the description and the discussion. Great mix of both. I loved it!

I especially loved the scene when they were leaving the restaurant together. The way she left the table and he caught up to her- I could totally picture it in my head.

However, total boo on Cliff for ragging on the keychain Emily got him. Not cool. I know deep down he's just saying that shit because he doesn't want to admit he's got a sensitive side, right? Or maybe he's just a lovable doofus :P

EXCELLENT long chapter. Loved it! :heart: :heart: :heart: :heart:
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Thanks so much! I'm amazed that y'all don't seem too tired of this yet. It is ridiculously long.
I'm stoked because I bought a huge-ass chicken plushie at the store today. :lol: :lol:



Chapter 103


Cliff kissed Emily harder and with more vigor than he had ever kissed her or anyone before. It felt so good, so natural, and so normal to be with her. He was soon pulled out of his moment of passion and longing for her by her palm slapping him hard across the face.

“You pig!” she screeched as she pulled away from him.

“Ouch you bitch!” Cliff yelped as his hand flew up to the red mark on his cheek. “What the fuck did you do that for?” he roared.

“I want to ask you the same question!” barked Emily.

“I asked first!” shot Cliff, still rubbing his very sore cheek.

“I don’t know what kind of a fucking game that you’re trying to play Cliff,” retorted Emily. “But it’s not funny and it’s not fair!”

“I ain’t playing any games,” Cliff mumbled in his typical slow, drunken, speech. “Can’t a man kiss the woman that he loves one last time?”

Emily glared at him long and hard. “You’re a real piece of work Cliff!” she growled. “Fuck you!”

She took off down the street. She hoped to God that no one who somehow was linked to the Fitzgerald’s had seen the spectacle that had just gone down between the two of them. She just wanted to get home, and forget that this day had even happened. She had barely seen Cecily all day, and she had seating arrangements to work on for the reception. However, Cliff was following her. She could hear him staggering behind her, calling out “wait for me Pussy Cat!” She had to stop and wait for the light to change before she could cross the street, so he caught up with her.

“Stop following me!” she hissed at him.

“A gentleman escorts a lady home,” Cliff replied. He lit up a cigarette.

“Newsflash. You suck at being a gentleman Cliff,” retorted Emily. The light changed, and she again took off, but Cliff grabbed her arm.

“I ain’t letting you walk around London alone at night,” he said.

“Cliff, my house is just right up the block,” Emily argued. “I’ll be fine. Now go back to your hotel.”

“But Cecily will be at your place,” Cliff whined, still following her. “Can’t I say goodnight to my little daughter? I’ve missed her today.”
“Fine,” Emily sighed. “You can come with me, but you are to say goodnight to Cecily, and then you’re to leave. Do you understand me?”

“Absomotherfucking- ah fuck!” he declared drunkenly. “I’m too fucked up to even remember the rest right now.”

“Lutely,” Emily finished for him. “I’d say that judging by the state that you’re in, you’re the one that needs to be escorted home. Once I get back to my place, I’ll call a taxi to take you back to your hotel.”

She sighed as she took his arm to keep him from staggering around the sidewalk like a ninny.

“Thank you Pussy Cat,” Cliff rambled. “You’re a real sweetheart, you know that? And you’re real sexy too. You’re so fucking sexy. I don’t know what I’d do without you Pussy Cat to take care of me.”

“Try and at least get your shit together long enough to say goodnight to Cecily,” Emily commanded as they made their way up the walkway of her town home. “Don’t act all drunk in front of her. She doesn’t deserve that.”

“No,” Cliff nodded. “And neither do you Pussy Cat.”

“Don’t call me that!” Emily scolded as she slid her key into the door and unlocked the house. She took a deep breath. There was a light left on in the living room, so she assumed that Evan was home. He probably wasn’t going to be too thrilled when she came in with her rather sloppily drunk ex boyfriend, and rightfully so. However, Evan didn’t seem to be around. Actually, nobody was home.

“Nobody’s here,” Emily observed as the two made their way inside.

“Where’s my Cecily?” Cliff asked. “She ain’t gone missing again has she?”

“No,” replied Emily. “Kirk left a note. He said that he took Cecily and Cheyenne to see a movie, and that he’d have her back around eleven.”

“Fuck,” said Cliff. “Is Cess here in London to see you or to see Kirk?”

“I was wondering the same thing,” Emily sighed. “I guess that I’m not as dashingly handsome as Mr. Kirk.”

“Neither am I,” added Cliff. “But your tits are nicer than Mr. Kirk’s. Definitely.” He staggered off to the bathroom to take a piss in true drunk asshole fashion with the door open of course.

“Damn it Cliff!” Emily exclaimed. “Shut the fucking door!” She slammed the door shut.
“And you call yourself a gentleman?” she quipped to herself.

“I don’t see what I need to shut the door for?” Cliff groaned from behind the bathroom door as he did his thing. “Cecily ain’t around!” he added. “You’ve seen my dick thousands of times!”

Emily ignored Cliff. Her attention started to focus on the huge sheet of paper that was sitting out on the kitchen table. She squinted at it. Was that the seating arrangements for the reception? It looked as if they had been finished. She took her reading glasses out of her purse, and put them on. She picked up the paper.

“Great jumping Jehosaphat!” she cried as anger began to boil up inside of her. “How dare she? That woman! That God awful, despicable, woman has the nerve of a canal horse!”

“What’s wrong Pussy Cat?” Cliff asked as he staggered up behind her.

“Look at this!” she exclaimed as she thrust the paper at him. “This is the seating chart for the reception.”

“No fuck!” Cliff gasped. “There’s a head table. I don’t know much about weddings, but I do know from having like five different ones planned to you, that you didn’t want a head table at the reception.”

“Damn right I don’t!” retorted Emily. “I haven’t asked for much regarding this wedding! If anything, I’ve given Mrs. Fitzgerald pretty much free reign over everything, but one of the few things that I did ask for was no head table!”

“This is some serious fucking bullshit,” said Cliff as he lit a cigarette.

For once, Emily didn’t scold him for smoking inside of her house. She had far bigger fish to fry than Cliff Burton right at the moment.

“Not only does she have us sitting at a fucking head table like ducks in a row, but she’s got Cecily sitting at the children’s table. I am not having my dear maid of honor sitting at the fucking children’s table! How is Cecily supposed to feel like she’s part of my family with Evan, if she’s not even dining with us on our wedding day?”

“Kirk should be put at the children’s table,” Cliff laughed. He was trying to make Emily feel better, but it wasn’t working. He tenderly touched her arm. “I’m sorry Pussy Cat,” he said sincerely. “This royally sucks ass. You need to change it. It’s your wedding.”

Just then, they heard a car door slam and Queen Victoria began to yip and run around. It was only just about ten, too early for it to be Kirk and Cecily. Emily hoped that it was Evan. She just had to show him this. He had been in agreement with her regarding the head table. If anyone could talk sense into that old bag known as Mrs. Fitzgerald, it would be her darling, perfect, Evan.

However, much to Emily’s disgust it wasn’t Evan. It was Mrs. Fitzgerald herself.

“Well there you are,” she said coolly to Emily as she let herself in through the front door. “Are you finally finished trolloping around all of London with questionable people?” She eyed Cliff suspiciously. Cliff blew a cloud of smoke towards her direction.

“Just what the hell is this?” Emily demanded as she threw the seating chart in Mrs. Fitzgerald’s face.

“The seating arrangement for the reception,” Mrs. Fitzgerald replied coyly. “I spent all afternoon, and a good part of the evening working on it. Somebody had to do it, and it was most certainly not going to be you. Anyway,” she went on. “If you don’t mind, Evan said that I could stay here for the night since I’m going to be up until the wee hours of the working on this ceremony. Someone has to get things done.”

“I thought that I told you no head table!” squawked Emily.

“Oh honestly Emily,” Mrs. Fitzgerald said irritably. “Don’t you want this wedding to have any tradition or class at all?”

“I don’t want to be on display like some zoo animal while I’m eating!” yelled Emily.
“And why in the bloody hell would you put Cecily at the children’s table?”

“Kids twelve and under-” Mrs. Fitzgerald started to say.

“She’s my maid of honor!” Emily cut her off. “Not only that, but she’s my daughter! She deserves to be eating at the same table as her mum and step dad! She’s a part of this family now too! ”

“She belongs to your ex lover!” shot Mrs. Fitzgerald. “She does not belong sitting at the same table as you and your new husband!”

“Cecily is just much Emily’s as she is mine,” Cliff broke in.

“Is this your ex boyfriend Emily?” Mrs. Fitzgerald exclaimed. She eyed Cliff as if he were infested with maggots. “He looks like a homeless person. I can’t even believe you’d even consider dating someone so unbecoming. You sure moved up a few steps when you found my Evan.”

“For your information Cliff is a brilliant, just absolutely brilliant, musician,” shot Emily. “He has a love and passion for his music, and he has a love and passion for life in general. He’s a way better person than you are!”

“Is that so?” Mrs. Fitzgerald scoffed. She raised an eyebrow. “Funny that you would say that about the man who cheated on you numerous times.”

Cliff’s face turned red, and he looked down at the floor. “I’ve made mistakes,” he murmured. “And I regret them.”

“And you can live out the rest of your life regretting them!” spat Mrs. Fitzgerald. “Because Emily is going to marry my son. You’re too late!”

“I’m well aware of that,” said Cliff quietly.

“I think that it would be best if you just took your daughter and went back to Colorado,” went on Mrs. Fitzgerald.

“It’s California,” corrected Emily. “And he can’t take Cecily back home yet because she’s going to be in my wedding, and she’s going to sit right next to me at the dinner table. I can’t believe that you would do this to me after I specifically asked for a couple requests regarding the seating arrangements! Actually, I can believe it because you’re nothing but an old battle ax that can’t seem to keep their nose in their own business!”

“Well I never!” Mrs. Fitzgerald gasped. “I have never met someone so ungrateful in my entire life! All I’ve been trying to do is give you a wedding that you can be proud of!”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Emily shrieked, her voice cracking. “Is this a wedding that I can be proud of, or one that you can be proud of? Because I’m not very proud of this wedding! I have flowers that I don’t like, people that I don’t even know from a hole in the ground attending it, I have to eat at a head table like a circus freak during the reception, and I have a grotesque and gaudy gown with a train that I can drag through the dirt and the mud! It’s all because of you! I was looking forward to marrying your son, but you’ve taken all the joy and pleasure right out of it!” She paused for a moment, as tears started to pierce her eyes. “I don’t even want to get married anymore!” she shrieked.

“Oh calm down Emily!” said Mrs. Fitzgerald evenly. “You have pre wedding jitters, and you’re spewing off complete and utter nonsense. You will go upstairs at once and go to bed. You can sleep this off.”

“I will not be told to go to bed like some child!” Emily roared.

“Well its true!” shot Mrs. Fitzgerald. “All of this running around chasing after that uncivilized brat of your ex boyfriends right before your big wedding, has been way too much for you!”

“Hey!” Cliff cut in. “My daughter is not an uncivilized brat! She has a fuck load more class and poise than you will ever have!”

“Oh honestly,” Mrs. Fitzgerald snorted. “You don’t know beans about poise or class.”

“And neither do you!” yelled Emily. “Go fucking blow yourself! I hate you!”

The words hung in the air like a sick and fiery blanket. Cliff had seen Emily really fucking mad hundreds of times, but he had never, ever, ever, seen her as infuriated as she was right at that moment. She bent over, picked up Queen Victoria, and went running out of the house.

Cliff and Mrs. Fitzgerald stood there in silence for a few seconds. Then Cliff grounded out his cigarette and made his way after her. He found Emily outside getting into the driver’s seat of her car.

“Where are you going?” he asked. “You are in no shape to drive right now.”

“I don’t care!” she yelled through tears. “I cannot spend a night under the same roof with that horrifying woman! I’m going to a hotel! I refuse to see or talk to her until after the wedding!”

“I’m not letting you drive in the state that you’re in,” said Cliff. “You’re drunk and pissed off, and you don’t need to be driving around alone right now.”

He gently tugged on her hand. “Come on,” he said. “Get out of the car, take that mutt of yours, and come with me.”

Emily wiped a few tears away and nodded. She scooped up Queen Victoria into her arms and climbed out of the car. She shivered when the cool, night, air hit her bare shoulders. She was so worked up and upset that she didn’t even notice Cliff put his jacket around her as they made their way into the night…





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Go Emily! Tell the old cunt to go to hell! :horns2 Cliff may be a drunken horndog, but he defended his women's honor :nanner:
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*blood boiling* I hope Emily elopes. It would solve all her problems and her MIL would go batshit.

Her MIL would go ESPECIALLY batshit if she eloped with Cliff! :P
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Vanessa- :lol: You called Mrs. Fitzgerald an old cunt. :lol: :lol:

Maisy- I've thought about having them elope but they did already try it once. I'm not sure how I'm going to end this fic yet so anything could still happen.


There's a flashback towards the end of this chapter. I put it in italics to make the world easier on everyone. It's very very very cheesily done.



Chapter 104


“Goodnight Mr. Kirk, and thanks again for the movie and the popcorn!” said Cecily as she climbed out of the taxi.

“You’re welcome Cecily,” Kirk replied from where he was cuddled up with Cheyenne in the backseat of the taxi. “And I’m quite sure that I’ll certainly be having a good night,” he added with a wink at Cecily as he gave Cheyenne a squeeze. “Even if it is at your father’s expense,” he joked.

“He’ll get over it,” Cecily laughed.

“Well tell him thank you,” said Kirk. “Tell him thank you for letting me borrow Cheyenne for the night.”

As the taxi pulled away, Cecily could see Kirk giving Cheyenne a great, big, kiss through the back window. The kick ass thing was that Cecily knew what that kiss felt like. Lucky girl, she thought. I wish that I was beautiful like Cheyenne.

As Cecily made her way up to Emily and Evan’s town home, she couldn’t help but think about Jackson. She still was undecided on whether or not she should take him back. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to trust him, and didn’t every relationship need trust? She didn’t want to wind up like her parents, unhappy and constantly bitching at each other. Which also led her to think that maybe she shouldn’t be too stubborn. As much as she adored her father, she felt that he had thrown away his one chance to be happy in love with Emily, because of his stupid, immature, ways and his stubbornness. It was such a difficult decision. She was still very mad at Jackson, but he did seem to really care about her. Hell, even her own real father and Claudia didn’t care about her. Well, maybe Claudia did once in a while, if what Emily had told her about their meeting was actually true.

If only Jackson had given her a real honest-to-God kiss before he had left White Rock. If he was half as good a kisser as Kirk was, she definitely would give him another chance.

Before she opened the door she swallowed. She was a little nervous. Evan didn’t seem too happy with her or her father. That horrid Mr. Beasley guy from Evan’s law office had been right. She was just a constant reminder to Evan of Emily’s relationship with her dad. She knew that from now on she was going to feel shy and awkward around him.

She pushed open the door of the town home. She was very surprised to find that Queen Victoria didn’t run up to greet her. Cecily had even saved half of her popcorn from the movies, so that she could share some of it with her.

“Queen Vicotorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrriaaaaaaaa!” she called out as she made her way inside. “Mom? Mr. Evan? Is anybody home?”

The entire house was silent except for the sound of sobbing coming from the kitchen. Was it Emily? Why would Emily be crying? Cecily quickly made her way into the kitchen only to find that it wasn’t Emily who was crying. It was Mrs. Fitzgerald.

“Mrs. Fitzgerald!” she gasped. “What’s wrong?”

Mrs. Fitzgerald looked up at Cecily through red and tear laden eyes. She scowled, barely acknowledging her. The last person that she wanted to see right now was Cliff’s brat. She was the one who had caused all of this upset anyway.

“Please don’t cry,” Cecily said sweetly as she made her way over to Mrs. Fitzgerald. She grabbed a couple of paper towels and handed them over to her. “Would you like some popcorn?” she offered.

“Just get away from me!” Mrs. Fitzgerald cried as she snatched the paper towels from Cecily. “It’s well after eleven o’clock at night, much too late for a little girl like you to be out running around! I’m sure that your father condones this.”

“I was with Mr. Kirk,” Cecily replied. “He took me to a movie.”

Mrs. Fitzgerald went back to sobbing.

“Why are you crying?” Cecily asked.

“Just leave me alone!” snapped Mrs. Fitzgerald.

“As Mr. Kirk would say,” said Cecily. “You need a little huggage.” She put her arms around Mrs. Fitzgerald, only to have the woman smack them away from her.

“I told you to go away!” she yelled at Cecily. “Now get lost! Can’t you see that everything is ruined?”

“What’s ruined?” asked Cecily.

“Everything!” Mrs. Fitzgerald yelled. “And it’s all because of you and that sad excuse for a father of yours! I wish that the both of you would just go back home to the United States where you loud, foul mouthed, Americans belong!”

“I’m sorry,” stammered a very confused Cecily. “But why is everybody yelling at me tonight? I didn’t do anything. All that I did was helped Mr. Evan with his wedding speech.”

“You’ve done quite enough by pulling that ridiculous stunt and bringing your father over here to screw everything up!” Mrs. Fitzgerald ranted.

Cecily’s face lost all coloring and her mouth went scratchy and dry as she listened to Mrs. Fitzgerald go off on her.

“Emily should have spent the day at home getting ready to marry my son!” she went on. “Do you know where she was instead?”

Cecily shook her head. “I haven’t seen her since she got kicked out of tea this afternoon,” she confessed.

“A Fitzgerald never gets kicked out of tea,” replied Mrs. Fitzgerald coyly. “She was out getting drunk with your father! They even left here tonight together!”

At that mention that her parents were together, and not only just together, but drunk and together, Cecily’s heart skipped a beat.

“My boy has done nothing but love Emily with all his heart. He practically worships that girl, and this is how she treats him! She’s off running around drunk with some loser who in the past has treated her like crap.”

“My daddy is not a loser!” Cecily yelled bravely.

“Your daddy is nothing but glorified white trash!” Mrs. Fitzgerald shot. “He can play a guitar or whatever infernal instrument it is that he plays, and he’s made himself some money, but he’s still just white trash!”

“That’s not true!” Cecily squawked.

“Shut up!” Mrs. Fitzgerald barked at her. “You’re just a silly girl who knows nothing better! I’ve only seen your father once or twice, and every time he’s been either drunk or stoned, he has tattoos, and he always has that trashy looking Cheyenne bimbo with him. He’s trash, nothing but trash, and so is Emily! I told Evan not to propose to her. I told him that she wasn’t cut out to be a Fitzgerald. She wasn’t smart enough, or wealthy enough, or pretty enough. I told him that she would always be linked to her ex boyfriend because of you, and he didn’t listen to one word that I said! He didn’t care! He was in love with Emily! And now here your father is just days before the wedding all over her, and she’s not doing anything about it! She allows it! This is all your fault!”

Cecily was silent. She didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t help but feel that Mrs. Fitzgerald was right. If it hadn’t been for her and Kirk’s plan, Cliff definitely wouldn’t be over in London hanging around with Emily. Still, the last that she had seen of her parents they had gotten kicked out of tea for arguing. They could barely tolerate each other.

“Even though it seems like my parents are spending a lot of time together, they spend most of it fighting,” Cecily spoke up finally.

“Not when I saw them they weren’t,” Mrs. Fitzgerald scoffed. “Fighting with me yes, but not fighting with each other! I spent the entire day slaving away on the seating arrangements only to have Emily complain about them. She’s an ungrateful, selfish, self centered, bitch!”

Cecily was stunned. Wow. Mrs. Fitzgerald said a swear word. She went on

“And if she does so much as to even think about dumping my Evan at the alter for some drugged out, stoned, punk rocker who looks like a druggie, mark my words, I’ll kill her! And as for you!” she barked at Cecily. “I wish that you’d never been born! I bet that your real mother wishes so too!”

And with that, Mrs. Fitzgerald finished her tirade, and then laid her head back down on the table. Cecily fled out of the kitchen, tears now stinging her eyes. She ran up the stairs two at a time, and made her way to her bedroom, where she slammed the door, and threw herself down onto the bed.

“I’ve fucked up everything,” she cried. “I hate myself so much! Why do I have to be such a fuck up all of the time? I know that my plan to try and get mom and dad back together was childish and silly, but why did it have to fuck everything up? I saw them today at tea. My parents aren’t even close to getting back together again. Big fucking deal. Why are Mrs. Fitzgerald and Mr. Evan so upset? Mom had some drinks with Dad and they got drunk. They used to do that all the time.”

The tears were now coming down so fast that Cecily’s pillowcase was already near soaked. Thinking of her parents out getting drunk together reminded her of the good old days before Emily had left. She remembered one time in particular. She was six, and she and Emily had accompanied Cliff on a Metallica tour since it had been during the summer, so she didn’t have any school. The three of them had gotten back to their hotel room late after the show, and Cliff and Emily had already had an abundance of shit to drink backstage at the show. Everyone was merry, giddy, and happy, and the last thing that Cecily had wanted to do was go to bed. It was always Cliff’s job to tuck her into bed at night.

“Can’t I stay up Daddy?” she had pleaded.

“You’ve been up way too late already little lady,” replied Cliff as he pulled back the bed covers and carefully dropped Cecily into the bed. “You need to get your sleep so that you can head bang for me at the next concert.”

“But you’re not getting any sleep and you still head bang,” pointed out Cecily.

“That’s because I’m cranked up on pot and a bunch of other random shit,” said Cliff. “The only thing that you ever get cranked up on are gummy bears. I think you and Mr. Kirk made your way through a whole package of them today.”

“We did,” nodded Cecily. “Maybe sometime we could trade?” she suggested as she snuggled down into the pillows, and held Whiskey close. “You could try my gummy bears, and I could try some of your pot.”

Cliff smiled. “As much as I do love gummy bears, I’d much rather have pot any day. I’m sorry Cess, but you know the rule. No weed until your fifteen. Until then you’ll just have to settle for gummy bears.”

Cecily frowned. “Gummy bears aren’t very metal,” she complained.

“Sure they are,” replied Cliff. “You can do all kinds of fun and kinky shit with them.”

“Like what?” asked Cecily.

“Like bite off their heads,” said Cliff. “You can pretend that you’re Ozzy.”

“Really?” Cecily gasped, her eyes shining brilliantly.

“Absofuckinglutely,” Cliff replied with a nod. “I’ll tell you what Princess,” he went on. “If you get your ass to sleep right now, I promise that first thing in the morning I’ll show you how to bite the head off of a gummy bear in true, badass, Ozzy Osbourne, fashion. Would you like fancy that?”

“Fancy?” Cecily giggled. “You picked that up from Miss Emily.”

“I did,” Cliff admitted.

“Just like she picked up go “fuck yourself” from you,” said Cecily.

“Yeah,” Cliff nodded. “But I don’t need you picking it up from me as well,” he scolded. “You’re a princess, and princesses don’t swear.”

“But I’m a metal princess,” Cecily reminded him. “You even said so yourself.”

“That’s true,” Cliff returned. “You can swear when you turn eighteen. Until then, watch your mouth.”

“Yes Daddy,” Cecily nodded.

Cliff leaned over and kissed her forehead. “I love you Cecily,” he said.

“I love you too,” returned Cecily as she happily snuggled down with her favorite stuffed toy.

Cliff made his way out onto the balcony where Emily had drinks waiting for them. Since they were all in a hotel room, Cecily could still hear them talking since they were just right out on the balcony.

“Did I hear you tell Cecily that you picked up the word “fancy” from me?” Emily asked as she handed him a beer.

“It’s a fucking badass word,” replied Cliff. “And you know what Pussy Cat?” he asked.

“What?” asked Emily.

“I fancy you,” Cliff replied.

He set down his beer and pulled Emily close. Then for the hell of it, he dipped her as if they had been dancing, sending her into giggles. At the sound of all the giggling, Cecily couldn’t help but sneak out of bed, and watch from the other side of the glass door that led to the balcony. She saw her parents dancing slowly, holding each other, even though there wasn’t any music. She watched as her dad kissed the top of Emily’s head and held her tightly, before dipping her once again. At that very moment for the first time ever, Cecily truly felt that the three of them were a family, a nice, normal, and very loving and happy family. She finally had a father, but in Emily she also had the loving mother that she had so longed for. She also secretly wished that someday she would dance with a boy that would dip her as well. It looked insanely romantic, at least it sure did when her dad did it to Emily.


The twelve-year-old Cecily had no idea what she wanted to do. Thinking back to those sort of times made her want her parents back together more than anything in the entire world, but from her understanding her parents now hated each other. Would it even be possible? And just what would happen to poor Mr. Evan?
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Uuh oh, so much drama :( Mrs. Fitzgerald is another bitch from hell !!! :angry She should meet with Clarisse, they would fit to each other... :skull Poor Cecily... I can understand why she feels so bad, I feel sorry for Evan too. But I can help feeling happy when Cliff and Emily are nice to each other. Well Emily slapped Cliff but they ended up together again :wink Poor Emily... With future mother-in-law like that I wouldn't want to get marry too :(
And I loved that flashback. Gummy bears rock!! :lol:
Two amazing chapters, I can't wait to see what you prepared for us next :biggrin
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Omg!!!!!! These are by far the most exciting chapters! I can't believe that fuck-bag ho Mrs. Fitzgerald told Cecily all that shit!! :angry She deserves to fucking DIE!

Hmm...will Emily REALLY get back with Cliff???? Maybe Evan will have Cheyenne :D damn I wish Mrs. Fitzgerald the most horrible death imagined! :angry

I feel like dancing :lol:

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Yeah, I third that, fucking evil cunt :angry How dare she talk to Cecily like that? :angry The flashback at the end didn't suck, it was so sweet, Cliff and Emily slow dancing :heart: With a mother-in-law like that, who the hell wants to get married? :rolleyes:
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