“Why not? I’m sure my mom can pay for half and yours can pay for the other.”
“She’s going to say no. Besides, we don’t really need to see the Jonas Brothers. We can just use the money to go out and eat…”
Rica studied her friend’s face. Just a few weeks ago, she was so happy about the plan. “What’s going on?” She asked. “I thought…”
“We just can’t, okay? Is that what you want to hear? Just stop talking about it already!”
She shrugged. “We can still get the seats in the back.”
“Rica!” She opened the door. “Time for you to go.”
She gasped. “Fine. I’m leaving.” The last thing she did was take the baggie of cash. She came back only a few days later with a container of food her mother wanted to donate …show more content…
You were twice as beautiful as them, and you only got runner-up! The world just loves them better. It doesn’t matter how hard you work. If you’re in the same race with them, they’ll always win.” Yvonne frowned. She didn’t understand what someone’s hair and eye color meant. She just let her father go on his rant a while longer. “Daddy, do you hate those people?” “Not half as much as they hate me.” He pulled into the ice cream parlor. “Come on, baby girl. Pick whatever one you want.” Just when she was about to point to the tub of bubble gum ice cream, she was interrupted by a mother with two boys; one in each hand. She had a beehive of blonde on her head. Yvonne didn’t bother looking at her eyes. The lady started ordering for herself and the children, not even acknowledging Yvonne’s existence. “Excuse me, but my little girl was in line.” Her father said in a very proper manner. The lady glanced at him and scoffed before continuing her order. Yvonne was just disgusted about how she swatted them both away. Even the boys stared at her like she was an alien. “Excuse me,” he said a bit firmer, “I believe my daughter was ahead of you. You can’t just cut a little girl off like …show more content…
“I don’t know, Mom. And I don’t care right now. I’m having fun with my life now like you said. That’s what you want right?” “Is that what you want?” “Yes.” “That’s good, dear.” She gave her a pat on the back, which felt insincere. Yvonne hugged her after she gave her love and said goodbye before watching her leave. “Wait, where are you going?” She called after her. “I have my hotel ready.” She said. “Don’t worry about me, okay?” Yvonne nodded and waved. “She hated it.” She said as soon as she was gone. “What? No…” Dean said. “She probably didn’t understand it.” He put an arm around her. “Let’s go home. You can sing it for me again.” Yvonne took his advice and sang in their apartment. This time, it was just for him. She used a hairbrush as a microphone and focused on Dean’s eyes. When the song was over, she blew a kiss and he turned the camera off. “That was amazing.” He said, practically losing his breath. “See? It was way too sexy for moms to hear.” “You think that’s why she didn’t like it?” “I’m positive. That’s why all the younger people loved it so much.” He pulled her down to his lap. “Plus I’m glad you shared it with me.” He gave her a kiss on the lips and neck. She laughed and kissed him back. He tugged at her top and laid her on the couch. She snatched his shirt off and worked on his