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Post by tshamien on Sept 2, 2011 23:39:09 GMT -5
Tristan stared at her for a minute and then sighed heavily. "Yeah..." He raked his fingers through his hair and took another deep breath.
"I missed his play." He admitted to her.
"I'm doing a shitty job, Zippy...and my sister knows it. She's trying to butter him up and swoop in and take him away." He swallowed hard.
"He is all I got, after all the shit I've pulled in my life, he is it."
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Post by Zippy on Sept 2, 2011 23:54:29 GMT -5
"Do you know how many plays of mine my parents missed? Its not the end of the world, and you are busy teaching classes," Zippy pointed out, wanting to reach out to comfort him.
"You missing a play doesn't mean you are a bad father, just a busy one."
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Post by tshamien on Sept 2, 2011 23:58:54 GMT -5
"UGH," Tristan groaned. "I know, Annie just makes me think all these crazy fucking things about myself when it comes to Mikey. It's like she wants me to fail all the time."
"Do you know what it feels like knowing your own sister wants to take your child away, yet you still need her help because you gotta work? It kills me whenever I drop him off at her house. Her husband makes a shitload of money so she doesn't have to work. I budget every single penny that I make so I can stay in my apartment and we can eat. She doesn't get it. She thinks that because I ain't financially stable or that I don't have a mother for him that I can't possibly be a good dad."
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Post by Zippy on Sept 3, 2011 0:02:02 GMT -5
"Well she sounds like a bitch," Zippy responded, leaning against her car. "My mother is an attorney, and I know that she cant take him away from you on the basis that you can't afford to buy him an Xbox."
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Post by tshamien on Sept 3, 2011 1:54:23 GMT -5
Tristan laughed, "I know...but theres other things." He said, resigned to the fact he might actually loose his child. "Like I said...I wasn't exactly the greates kid."
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Post by Zippy on Sept 3, 2011 9:17:23 GMT -5
"Unless you are sex offender or a murderer, there's nothing for you to worry about," Zippy assured him, reaching for his hand to squeeze. "Get in my car, let's go for a drive or something."
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Post by tshamien on Sept 3, 2011 10:34:20 GMT -5
Tristan sighed heavily and then got into her car. He buckled up like a good passenger. "He doesn't ride on the bike." He said to her, looking over at her. "I have a car too, I've just had the bike since my senior year of high school and won't get rid of it."
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Post by Zippy on Sept 3, 2011 23:25:05 GMT -5
"Makes sense. I'm a sucker for guys who ride motorcycles," zippy smirked at him, and drove down the street.
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Post by tshamien on Sept 4, 2011 0:23:11 GMT -5
"You? Nah...never woulda thought that." Tristan said with a grin and then sighed. "Sorry I didn't call, I really thought you didn't want me to."
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Post by Zippy on Sept 4, 2011 14:04:29 GMT -5
"I'm sorry I made you believe I didn't want you to," she replied, pulling the car into a Dairy queen parking lot. "why don't we get some ice cream and bring it back to Mikey?"
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Post by tshamien on Sept 4, 2011 19:12:23 GMT -5
"You know he'd really like that," Tristan said with a smile. He unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car.
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Post by Zippy on Sept 5, 2011 20:33:56 GMT -5
Zippy grabbed her purse, locking the door behind her. "so...you like me that much huh?" she joked, but in all honesty she did wanna clarify what just happened. She opened the door to the DQ, looking immediately at the menu.
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Post by tshamien on Sept 5, 2011 20:38:48 GMT -5
"Yeah I like you. Do I really need to completely spill my heart out? Cause that's embarrassing." He looked at the menu too, "He likes that thing with the oreo cookies."
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Post by Zippy on Sept 5, 2011 23:03:43 GMT -5
"Me too," Zippy added, taking a 10 out of her back pocket. "Two small oreo blizzards, and..." She glanced at Tristan. "What would you like?"
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Post by tshamien on Sept 6, 2011 8:40:50 GMT -5
"I'll take one too...and what are you doing? Put that away," he pointed at the ten dollar bill. "You ain't paying."
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