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Post by tshamien on Jan 10, 2012 14:23:34 GMT -5
Mikey shook his head at her and grabbed his teddy bear that was on the seat next to him, he hugged it to his chest. "Can you put some music on?" He asked her quietly. "I don't like it quiet."
Tristan smirked at Erin and glanced back at him, taking off his sunglasses. "You okay?" He asked him. Mikey nodded.
"Your nose is crooked," the boy said to him and Tristan smiled.
"Yeah it is."
"Why?"
"I was in golden gloves in high school. It broke a lot."
"What's golden gloves?"
"A boxing thing."
"You punched people?"
"Yeah."
"Did you win money?"
"Yeah." Mikey picked at his teddy bear's ear before hugging him tight.
"How'd you become a rock star?"
"I took that money I won and bought a guitar, dropped out of high school and played clubs until I got a record deal. You are not allowed to do that." He said.
"I know, mama said that already." He half smiled at Tristan and Tristan smiled back.
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Post by Zippy on Jan 10, 2012 14:29:58 GMT -5
Erin rolled her eyes and turned on the radio. "the Grammys. I'm doing it for the Grammy's..." she muttered to herself, before pulling in front of Tristan's house, punching in the combination number and opening the gate to his driveway.
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Post by tshamien on Jan 10, 2012 14:45:43 GMT -5
Mikey sat up straighter in the car and his eyes got big and round. "You live here?"
"Yeah," Tristan said as Zippy stopped the car. He got out and then opened Mikey's door, the little boy hopped out of the car.
"Whoa."
"It's not that big," Tristan said with a laugh. Actually Tristan had picked his place because it was interesting and old, he'd restoried it back to its strange gothic elegance for two painstaking years.
"And shut up, your house was pretty nice." Tristan said to him.
"I guess," Mikey said. "How would you know?"
"I was there," Tristan said to him and then walked up the front steps up unlock the door. "Comin?"
Mikey looked back at Erin, everything was new and scary and this guy who he knew was his dad wasn't anything like he expected him to be.
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Post by Zippy on Jan 10, 2012 14:49:23 GMT -5
"Don't tell your kid to shut up, he's 5," Erin muttered to him, grabbing her purse. "You sure you ain't hungry Mikey? Not even for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?" She asked him with a smile.
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Post by tshamien on Jan 10, 2012 14:51:33 GMT -5
"Can you cut the crust off?" He asked her as he followed her and then skipped to catch up so he could grab her hand.
Tristan rolled his eyes and let everyone in. He headed into the kitchen and got out the sandwich making supplies.
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Post by Zippy on Jan 10, 2012 14:58:42 GMT -5
"Absolutely," Erin assured him, dropping her purse and taking off her heels in the front lobby. She shooed Tristan out of the way, taking the peanut butter out of his hands. "I got this. Show him around..." She encouraged, realizing just how tall Tristan was. She was rarely without heels around him.
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Post by tshamien on Jan 10, 2012 15:29:03 GMT -5
"Jeez, fine boss lady," Tristan rolled his eyes at her. Mikey set his backpack down on the kitchen chair and grabbed his teddy bear's hand to follow Tristan.
"You got any toys?" Mikey asked him.
"I got grown up toys, but we'll get you some of your own okay." Tristan said to him as they walked down the hall, side by side, a big and small version of each other. Mikey stopped in front of an open door and blinked.
"Wow," he said. The walls were lined with guitar cases and each was filled. There was a grand piano in there and a drum set. Tristan stopped walked and rested his forearm on the doorframe, he looked down at Mikey.
"You know how to play?" He asked the boy. Mikey shook his head.
"So that guitar I got you for Christmas just sat around?" Mikey nodded at his father.
"Mama didn't want me to, she said I got too much of you in me," he said and stepped into the room. Tristan could understand that. They were almost carbon copies of each other.
Tristan followed him in. "You were really at my house?" Mikey asked him, turning to face him.
"Yeah, when you were two," Tristan said, he picked at a fingernail.
"I don't remember."
"You were small." He explained and Mikey raised an eyebrow at him. "It was your birthday."
"Really?" Mikey asked him and smiled.
"Yep. Your mother let me tuck you in and then I left." Mikey frowned at him, and didn't say anything. Tristan didn't explain that he was a junkie, that all he'd shot himself up in the bathroom. That he was better as an absent father than he could have been being there in that state.
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Post by Zippy on Jan 10, 2012 15:32:56 GMT -5
Erin made two sandwiches (no crust), and dug through Tristan fridge. No fruit. Figures.
Sighing, she put a handful of goldfish on the plate and filled up two glasses of milk. "LUNCH IS READY." She shouted, putting the food on the table. she went back to the lobby and slipped on her heels.
"Gimme your credit card, I'm going grocery shopping." She held out her hand.
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Post by tshamien on Jan 10, 2012 15:42:55 GMT -5
"Are you fucking nuts?" Tristan said and then he noticed the look on her face. He handed her his credit card.
Mikey giggled a little and smiled at Erin, he waved goodbye to her. The two boys entered the kitchen.
"Milk really?" Tristan said and shook his head before sitting down to eat his lunch. Mikey sat down beside him and when he took a bite of his sandwich, he looked up at his father.
He could hear the radio on in the background, "Off my favorite album of all time, Dark Passenger, Missing you by our favorite controversial Rockstar." The song started to echo throughout the house.
"Do you have speakers in the ceiling?"
"Yeah," Tristan said with a smirk and took a gulp of milk.
"Mom played this for me all the time..." He said idly and took another bite of his sandwich.
Tristan sighed heavily and looked down at his plate, he took a bite of sandwich and then looked over at Mikey. He picked up his glass of milk and made sure to get it all over his top lip. "Do I have a moustache?" He asked Mikey.
Mikey turned to look at him and then laughed a little. "Yeah." He lifted his cup and did the same thing. "Do I got one?"
"Yeah," Tristan laughed.
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Post by Zippy on Jan 10, 2012 15:48:04 GMT -5
((awwww))
Erin came back an hour later, schleping in bags of food and putting them on the counter. "I can't believe I just grocery shopped in heels." She shook her head, sitting down at the kitchen table and rubbed her feet.
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Post by tshamien on Jan 10, 2012 15:50:42 GMT -5
"Sit down, I'll put it all away." Mikey had his chin in his hands as he sat at the table.
"Is she your girlfriend?" Mikey asked bluntly.
Tristan yanked his head out of the fridge and stared at him wide eyed. "No. She's my publicist!"
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Post by Zippy on Jan 10, 2012 15:54:22 GMT -5
"I'm more like his babysitter," Erin clarified with a grin. "Mikey, are you planning on going to school tomorrow? Because its okay if you want to take the rest of the week off."
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Post by tshamien on Jan 10, 2012 16:56:46 GMT -5
"I want to go," he said, plopped a goldfish into his mouth and chewed.
Tristan reappeared from behind the fridge with a beer in his hand. "Are you sure?"
Mikey nodded. "It's show and tell." He said.
Tristan gulped his beer and leaned back against the counter, he glanced at Erin. Even he didn't think this was a good idea.
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Post by Zippy on Jan 10, 2012 17:04:45 GMT -5
"What are you planning on sharing, Mikey?" Erin asked him, stealing one of his goldfish.
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Post by tshamien on Jan 10, 2012 17:52:23 GMT -5
"I don't know yet," he said with a sigh. He rested his elbow on the table and put his chin in his little hand.
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