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"Alright! Listen up people!" Mr. Stixen-their boss- ordered. The employees got their notebooks out to take notes on what they were discussing today.
"I hate to be a party pooper, but we do not pay for your hourly meals, people. I really don't care if you're working late. This is a government institution for kids in need. Which means we don't pay for people with cravings for Subway." He said, not so subtly looking at Trish. She noticed, and glared at him, making him shrivel back a bit.
"Why do you look at me when you say that?" the bold Latina dared.
"I wasn't talking about you Trish. Why do you take everything so seriously?" he said, just a bit nervous.
"I don't know. Probably because I'm so sensitive." She retorted sarcastically.
"Moving on, Allyson!" he called out. She looked up from her book, which was not filled with notes, but some suggested lyrics she could work with. It's her notes/diary/songbook wrapped into one.
"Yes, Mr. Stixen?" the brunette replied timidly.
"I see you have another long busy day. Mackenzie Jade Skye needs another placement." He said marking something on his clipboard. Ally nodded.
"I've already found a great home for her." Mr. Stixen laughed dryly.
"Yeah, the Greens don't want her anymore." He said coldly. "Getting into constant arguments with the parents. They said they'd take her, up to Monday. If you don't find a permanent home for her in three months tops, then we're kicking her to a detention center. Don't wait on the lost causes." He warned. Ally rolled her eyes.
"Mackie is not a lost cause." She grumbled.
"Okay. That's all for now. Get back to work!" he ordered. Ally and Trish were heading off to the lunch room when one of their colleagues waved a flirty wink at them.
"You should definitely go for that." Trish winked. Ally rolled her eyes.
"No, he's barely out of high school. I'm just not into the whole 'dating a younger guy' thing." Ally retorted. Trish snorted.
"Okay, why don't you just get the two dozen cats now? Or join a book club?" Trish said dryly.
"I'm going to pick up Mackie." Ally said walking as fast as she could away from her crazy bestie.
"What did you do this time?" Ally asked as she put Mackenzie's things into the back of her car.
"I didn't do anything! I was just playing my guitar and they kept threatening to throw it out! No one touches my baby!" Mackenzie, an English sixteen year old girl with caramel colored hair and green eyes with hints of hazel replied back to her caretaker.
"Mackie, I'm being very serious. You have to work things out with the next family, otherwise my boss is going to send you to court, and they are going to send you to detention, where you'll stay for two more years until you're eighteen. Do you really want that?" Ally pressed, knowing the answer.
"No." the younger one grumbled.
"Why can't I stay with you though?" Mackenzie asked.
"We've been through this. I'm your social worker, not your foster parent." Ally reminded. "I'm not even licensed to take care of you."
"Who says they had to know? I fit right in; you don't have a life." Mackenzie said casually. Ally gave her a look.
"Well I'm gonna get one soon when I get a new boyfriend." Ally said smugly.
"In three years?"
"Shut up, I'm perfectly fine without a guy!"
"Whatever old lady." Mackenzie joked.
"Get in the car delinquent." Ally teased back. Ally liked moments like these with Mackie; she could be herself and be all silly and sarcastic without getting yelled at.
"Ariana, this is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard." Penny Dawson said to Ariana Blais, Ally's older sister who is married to her husband Daniel Blais (who looks a lot like a Ken doll), and are in their eighth month in pregnancy and were expecting a baby girl soon.
"I know it sounds crazy, but if it's what everyone else is thinking, you gotta think that way too!" Ariana protested.
"I have to sign her up for nursery school before she has a name." Penny said flatly. But Ariana was a stubborn woman.
"She does have a name! Greta Bella Blais has a name." Ariana said smugly. Ally stopped cutting her steak.
"You gotta be kidding with that." Ally stifled a giggle. Daniel turned a light pink and put his arm around his wife.
"Well we haven't entirely discussed it." Ariana stared at him.
"Yes we did."
"Okayy," Daniel muttered, letting go of Ariana.
"Sweetie, that name's not gonna attract any men." Penny told her eldest daughter.
"Yes it is! Any smart man would know that Greta means "pearl" which means that she has grace and elegance." Ariana argued.
"Yeah, well darling in the real world, Greta is an old lady's name." her mother retorted. (1)
"My daughter is named; end of discussion." Ariana said firmly.
"Lester do something. She's about to name our granddaughter a girl who pigs out on McDonalds every night." Penny called to her husband.
"Ari, don't name your child something that'll get your mother upset." Lester Dawson said to his daughter, yawning as well. Ariana started laughing.
"You're funny Daddy." Lester shook his head.
"Feel free to chime in, son." Lester said turning to Daniel.
"I'd rather not."
"Well who's side are you on?"
"I didn't know there were sides."
"Then you really haven't been paying attention." Ally chimed in. Everyone just stared at her and the empty seat next to her before they started to eat again. Ally was a smart girl, and she noticed this. She put her fork down.
"Okay, why is this happening? Is Sarah coming over or something?" Ally asked her mother.
"What?" her mother said back.
"The empty plate."
"I had to balance the table."
"You didn't consider it was gonna make me miss Dallas?" Ally questioned.
"We all miss him. We thought you were gonna marry him." Her mother said back in an icy tone.
"I thought so too."
"You couldn't wait and you dumped him."
"Nope. It wasn't like that mother. In fact, he doesn't even want to get married."
"How would you know that?"
"Gee, I don't know. I just took a guess when he said "I don't want to get married," to my face." Ally said back sarcastically.
"Okay, that's enough. Ally," her father said turning to her in a softer voice, to have a private conversation with his youngest daughter. "Don't let them bother you. You've got smarts, determination, real beauty as well. You've had charisma and an aura of happiness around you ever since you were born. You know that. Now this is between you and me, okay?" he said to his now smiling daughter. She beamed and nodded.
"Everybody can hear you daddy." Ariana said suddenly. He feigned confusion badly.
"What?"
"Like it's some big surprise that Ally is your favorite." Ally was about to say something before being interrupted by her sister. "Don't worry. I'm mommy's favorite. It's fine." Ariana said smiling at her sister and mother; they never got along as well as Ariana and her mother did. Ally started to get up.
"Well, I better get going back home. It's a long drive from West Palm Beach back to Miami, and I heard there's gonna be some traffic in the morning tomorrow-"
"Well you can't go just yet!" Penny protested. "We were going to go to church tomorrow, and Reverend Mark has been asking about you all the time."
"Sounds great, but I gotta go."
"Ally, do it or mom will start to cry, and she WILL cry." Ariana whispered in her sister's ear. Ally sighed hesitantly.
"Alright. I'll go."
"Genesis 2, Verse 24," Reverend Mark continued. "Therefore, a man shall leave his father and mother, and be joined to his wife, and they shall be one flesh. As in Paul's letter to the Corinthians, "It is better to marry, than to burn with passion." By the end of this sentence, Ally could feel her mom, Ariana and Daniel staring at her. Ally sunk in her seat a little.
When it was all over, Ally was ready to chastise her mother.
"You set me up. You knew what the sermon was gonna be about!" Ally hissed.
"Yep. Every Saturday, Reverend Mark sends me the sermons so we know what it's going to be about." Penny said smugly.
"Why can't anything I do impress you? I graduated from a prestigious college, I've got dozens of awards from work, and I'm saving people's lives! That's more than enough of a party, cake and a dress-" Ally didn't watch where she was going and crashed into none other than Reverend Mark.
"So sorry Reverend. It's so good to see you!" Reverend Mark laughed.
"My, my, Allyson. I haven't seen you for a while."
"Well, I moved out to Miami."
"Listen, can I talk to you for a second?"
"Listen, if this is about my soul-" Reverend Mark laughed at that.
"No, no. It's nothing like that." He said leading them to a quiet, secluded corner. "Now, I saw you sitting there in the congregation, and it got me thinking about my nephew. Quite the looker, but a hopeless bachelor. His family's trying to marry him off. Give him a call." He said, giving the brunette a card with a number, but no address or name. Her eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. Why was the number so familiar?
"You're fixing me up." She summarized.
"He makes good money," he added.
"Well-"
"And no, don't worry. He's not gay. I asked him." Ally blushed a bright red and felt embarrassed for the older man.
"I'm sure he wouldn't lie to his preacher uncle." Ally said with a chuckle.
"I have gaydar." He said seriously. "Give him a call." He patted her back with a smile before walking off. She turned around and saw her mother there silently laughing.
Ally was at her home eating dinner with Trish and Cassidy for their weekly weekend sleepover.
"Ally, you need a new boyfriend, or move on! You're always depressed, and it's killing us." Cassidy said, rubbing the brunette's shoulder. Trish took Ally's laptop and logged on and searched a website. When Ally got her laptop back, she found she now has an account on ; an online dating website. She narrowed her eyes at Trish. The Latina smiled back smugly.
"Just search through some guys," Cassidy urged on. Ally sighed, but put her plate down.
"Justin; sensitive and caring. Having tons and tons of children is the most important thing in the world." Ally read aloud. Trish snorted.
"The guy's just looking for someone to sleep with whenever he's bored. Next!" Cassidy told her.
"Patrick; entrepreneur. Loves to travel, and is looking for someone open minded and spontaneous," Ally read aloud, Trish and Cassidy looking excited for Ally. "With European sensibilities." Ally's jaw dropped, and the Latina and blonde girls burst out laughing. Ally blushed.
"What? Just because he wants to have a threesome doesn't mean I do!" the blushing brunette protested, but the two girls just laughed harder. "Okay, next!" Ally called, quickly clicking the next button.
"Use The Force Luke. Next!" Ally quickly headed for the next button, but Trish stopped her.
"Ally, what's wrong with this one? He's cute!" Trish protested.
"Trish, we do not date grown men who still talk about Star Wars." Ally reasoned.
"True." Trish admitted.
"Girls, this is completely hopeless. Could we talk about my boy dilemma later?" Ally pleaded.
"Alright," Cassidy sighed. "But, we WILL talk about this." The brunette laughed.
"I'm gonna clean up quickly." Ally told her friends.
"Okay, we'll be in your room!" Trish smiled, before she and Cassidy rushed upstairs into Ally's room. Ally quickly washed the dishes, before walking to a large window and opening it and sitting on the window sill.
"If anyone's listening or even cares; I don't want the yardsale, I want the fairytale." Ally whispered, before showing a small smile. "Thank you," she whispered to no one, before closing the window and going to her room.
(1) I do not think that at all. But it does sound a bit old fashioned. But it's a lovely name. :P
Sorry guys for the wait! I hope this chapter makes up for it! Don't worry, Austin will show up in a few chapters, but, Dallas is coming back. Soon…
I hope you enjoyed it, please tell me what you liked about it or anything for me to improve on!
And thanks to URxGORGEx for your OC! She will be a part of the main characters. :) And Blood Tears for Eternity, I might use yours as a minor character. :)
Thank you darlings!
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