Cutoffs, Cocker Spaniels, and Crushes - Torrie Justice (easy books to read txt) 📗

Fuck Off Justin Bieber (Preface)

Ireland,
No matter what ever happens, just know that I love you more than you know. I'm not sure if you can forgive me for keeping something like this from you so here it goes. Your father's missing. No one's talked to him in the last four months and it is highly unlikely that he's alive. As you know, I'm not the most reliable person. That's why I have to leave. I can't be a single mom or a single grandma when you have kids. I've always needed someone to lean on while your father was away. Now you're gonna be gone soon so I won't have anyone. I put the deed to house in your name so you still have a place to stay these last few months of school. After that, you can keep it, sell it, rent it, or whatever else. I don't really care. It's paid off and your father has all the bills paid till the end of the year. Please take care of yourself. I'll find you in a few years, after I can get over your fathers disappearance. I love you so much and don't ever think that I did this just for myself. We both know you were the more adult person in the household.
Love,
Mom

I couldn't help but let a few tears fall down my face as I read her letter a few more times.

“Thanks a fucking lot mom.” I muttered to myself.

I went out to my VW bug, my dog Lillie barking at the door for me to stay, getting ready to head over to my friend Leanns house, when that “One Less Lonely Girl” song by Justin Bieber came on.

“You need to get a fucking life you fucking asshole! Go find my fucking mom while you're fucking at it! She'll probably be in fucking hell! Fuck you too fucking Justin Fucking Bieber!”

And guess what was going through my mind as I slammed the off button on my radio.
“Fuck fucking fuckity fuck fuck.”

First off, I'd like to say I don't hate Justin Bieber. His song "Boyfriend" just happened to come onto the Music Choice channel when I started writing this and it gave me the idea to do the "One Less Lonely Girl" thing. Second: Just a little taste of an idea of mine (:

ALSO! That is Ireland at the top! Played by my beautiful best friend Ari!

 

Butterfly Kisses

“Who does she think she is Leann?! What kind of mother does this to her own daughter?” I ranted to my best friend.

“I don't know Land. You just need to calm down and look at the big picture,” she said, trying to keep me cooled down.

“What?” I asked confused.

“Well, you're an 18 year old single girl, you have a three bedroom house to yourself that's completely paid off, your senior year is almost over, you have a good part – time job at a daycare, and you have no parental supervision. You actually have it made.” she said, counting the facts on each of her fingers.

“You're right I guess. I mean, it's not like she actually did much. And I do have a pretty great job...speaking of that great job, I should probably get going. My shift starts in an hour and we have a new baby coming.” I said standing up and grabbing my purse.

“Alright girl. If you need me, just call or text. You know me. I never have anything to do anyway.” she said hugging me.

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I tossed my purse into my work locker and walked back out into the daycare. I walked to the hall and made my way to the 3 to 6 months room. Working this room was the best. I mean, if one of the babies cried, more started, but most of them couldn't roll around much, they didn't fight each other, and it was a set job of feed, burp, change, lay down. We were each in charge of certain babies. Everyone else had two, but since I'm the newest, I only have one. Or HAD one. There's a new 3 month old starting today who'll be my second baby. It's her and Cole, the 5 month old I'm in charge of.

“Thank goodness you're here on time Ireland!” my boss, Bess, squealed, “I always want to make sure new babies parents meet their caregiver before they leave.”

“I know Bess. That's why I'm here.” I laughed.

“Well Cole just showed up. He's in his playpen. He was just changed and fed before he got here so you shouldn't have much trouble from him.”

“Thanks. I'll go check on him.” I said, walking away.

I went over to my section of the room. Now, instead of the one brown and blue playpen, there was a second one except brown and pink. The name sign on the end read “Penelope”.

“Abababababababa!” I heard coming from Coles playpen.

“Why hello there Cole! How's my little man doing today?” I cooed to him.

His floppy black hair was stuck up in random places and his big eyes stared up at me. He was such a cutie!
Cole giggled at me and started playing with my hair as I got the other playpen around for our new arrival.

“Hello...um. I was told to find Ireland Montague back here? Does she watch your son?” A voice behind me asked.
I turned to see a gorgeous shaggy brown haired, happy eyed guy that looked to be maybe 17. Oh my gracious. I swear my mouth popped open and I almost dropped Cole.

“Uh no. He's a little boy I watch. I'm Ireland. You must be Penelope's father.” I said, putting Cole on my hip and putting my hand out.

“Oh. Sorry about that. I guess I just expect parents to be as young as me,” He laughed, shaking my hand, “My name's Liam Chance and this is my daughter Penelope.”

I looked down at the baby girl in the hot pink and white carrier. She looked at me with large gray blue eyes that matched her dads. A wisp of brown hair was on her head and her cheeks were cute and chubby.

I set Cole down in his playpen and bent over to unbuckle Penelope for her carrier.

“Good morning Penelope! How nice it is to meet you!” I said in a baby voice, “We're gonna have a lot of fun and you can meet your new friend Cole!”

I turned to Liam and started asking questions about Penelope.

“Does she have a colic?”

“Nope.”

“Does she like to be away from people or around people?”

“Away unless she knows you.”

“Does she eat, go to the bathroom, or burp in a different way than normal?”

“Nope. She's a good baby.”

I nodded, “Alright. We'll see you at 5:30?”

“See you then,” he said to me before taking Penelope back into his arms, “She likes to be called Penny.”
I nodded again.

“Bye bye baby girl.” he whispered to his daughter before fluttering his eyelashes against her cheek. The funny thing is, she did it right back, as if it was a ritual that she knew well.

He handed her back to me and walked out quickly. I just now realized that I just saw a teenage boy give butterfly kisses to his 3 month old daughter. This little girl had more of a bond with her young father than I ever had with either of my parents. And it was probably the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

 

Leann at the top my people!

Surprise Surprise!

"She did great." I told Liam, as he packed her up in her car seat.

"I'm glad. She's usually a pretty good baby for the most part." He replied turning to me.

I took a deep breath and went for it, "Here's my number and my address if you ever need any help with Penny or anything. I like to make myself available for parents if they need anything."

Wow, aren't I nice person...using a child as a way to get her dad to talk to me. I pity myself sometimes.

I held my breath and waited for him to answer. He smiled and took the piece of paper out of my hand.

"Thanks. I might take you up on that." He said.

We walked outside together, Penny sucking on a bottle as her dad put her in the back of his 99' Camry. I walked a couple spaces over to my car and began to climb in when I hear Liam call out to me.

"I'll see you later?" He yelled.

"Yeah. I'll talk to you then!" I called back.

I couldn't help but smile at him as I drove past. I wonder how old he is. I could probably find out from Penny's record but it's to late to do that now. I just want to go home and relax. Maybe watch a movie and curl up with some Chocolate Moose Tracks.

I can hear the bass pounding a whole mile away from my house. No one around me would ever blast music that loud. But then who would be?

I stifle a gasp as I pull up to my house. Instead of the flower garden with the little bird bath up front with all the lights in my house turned off, I see teenagers everywhere. There's even a couple guys yelling from the roof. Music is pounding so loud that I can feel the hairs on my arms vibrate. I see a keg on the shoulders of Tommy, our star baseball player and I don't think twice.

Jumping out of my car and running inside, I look for the obvious culprit of this terrible thing that's happening to my home. Just then I spot Leann making her way through the crowd. I'm pushed away from her direction but I push back and finally make it to her.

"What have you done Leann?!" I holler over the music.

"Well, I couldn't let a good party space go to waste! People were complaining about having nothing to do on Facebook so I told them if they bring everything,