Alfred Jones and the Case of the Teenage Girl's Midriff
anonymous
September 30 2009, 21:56:52 UTC
"You," Alfred said, swooping in like a hawk to block the door, "are NOT leaving the house like that."
His daughter, Callie (also known as California) gave him a withering look of disdain that only a fifteen-year-old girl can. "Daaaaaad," she whined. "What's wrong with you. Seriously, dad."
Alfred frantically gestured in the general direction of her waistline. "What's wrong? What's wrong! All of that -- hot mess!" he finished lamely. Callie was wearing a pair of blue jeans rolled up to her knees, pink heels that matched her 'California Girl' cropped shirt, and gold hoop earrings.
Callie rolled her eyes. "C'mon dad, it's the style. If I let you dress me, I'd be wearing dresses and shawls like something out of Little House on the Prairie."
Alfred refrained from reminding her that she had, in fact, worn dresses and bonnets when she was very little, but nations aged differently from humans and by the time California was the equivalent of a six-year-old, women were wearing bloomers and riding bicycles. "You're not leaving the house like that," he said. "I'm not letting my teenage daughter strut around town so every pervert can drool over you and try to kidnap you and lock you in their basement."
"Mom lets me wear whatever I want," said Callie in a huff. It was true; she'd come back from spending the summer in Mexico with a nose ring and purple highlights. Alfred had nearly had a heart attack.
"Well, your mom's fashion sense... incredible as it is, isn't something I want you to copy," Alfred told her. "Now go change that shirt."
Callie made a whining noise and stomped her feet a couple of times, but Alfred stood firm -- he hadn't raised 50 states plus several territories by being a pushover. She gave in, flounced up to her room, and began to assemble a somewhat more modest outfit. After almost half an hour she reappeared wearing sandals, a green t-shirt, and capri shorts. Alfred nodded his approval.
"Uh! You're ridiculous, dad!" Callie said, crossing her arms. "Isn't he ridiculous?" she asked Tony, who'd just appeared around the corner. Tony gave her a sympathetic look.
Alfred gathered her into a hug. "You're not dating until you're 800."
Callie narrowed her eyes. "Mom would let me date. Why are you so strict dad?"
Alfred kissed her on the top of her head. "I just don't want you to fall for the same shit your mom fell for, sweetie." He then gave her some cash for a movie and snacks and they went to get in the car.
Re: Alfred Jones and the Case of the Teenage Girl's Midriff
anonymous
September 20 2010, 02:12:51 UTC
OF COURSE Mexico would be the cool parent go Mexi~ XD
Awww it looks like America is feeling bad for what he did : Alfred kissed her on the top of her head. "I just don't want you to fall for the same shit your mom fell for, sweetie." He then gave her some cash for a movie and snacks and they went to get in the car.
His daughter, Callie (also known as California) gave him a withering look of disdain that only a fifteen-year-old girl can. "Daaaaaad," she whined. "What's wrong with you. Seriously, dad."
Alfred frantically gestured in the general direction of her waistline. "What's wrong? What's wrong! All of that -- hot mess!" he finished lamely. Callie was wearing a pair of blue jeans rolled up to her knees, pink heels that matched her 'California Girl' cropped shirt, and gold hoop earrings.
Callie rolled her eyes. "C'mon dad, it's the style. If I let you dress me, I'd be wearing dresses and shawls like something out of Little House on the Prairie."
Alfred refrained from reminding her that she had, in fact, worn dresses and bonnets when she was very little, but nations aged differently from humans and by the time California was the equivalent of a six-year-old, women were wearing bloomers and riding bicycles. "You're not leaving the house like that," he said. "I'm not letting my teenage daughter strut around town so every pervert can drool over you and try to kidnap you and lock you in their basement."
"Mom lets me wear whatever I want," said Callie in a huff. It was true; she'd come back from spending the summer in Mexico with a nose ring and purple highlights. Alfred had nearly had a heart attack.
"Well, your mom's fashion sense... incredible as it is, isn't something I want you to copy," Alfred told her. "Now go change that shirt."
Callie made a whining noise and stomped her feet a couple of times, but Alfred stood firm -- he hadn't raised 50 states plus several territories by being a pushover. She gave in, flounced up to her room, and began to assemble a somewhat more modest outfit. After almost half an hour she reappeared wearing sandals, a green t-shirt, and capri shorts. Alfred nodded his approval.
"Uh! You're ridiculous, dad!" Callie said, crossing her arms. "Isn't he ridiculous?" she asked Tony, who'd just appeared around the corner. Tony gave her a sympathetic look.
Alfred gathered her into a hug. "You're not dating until you're 800."
Callie narrowed her eyes. "Mom would let me date. Why are you so strict dad?"
Alfred kissed her on the top of her head. "I just don't want you to fall for the same shit your mom fell for, sweetie." He then gave her some cash for a movie and snacks and they went to get in the car.
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I love you anon! This was just so perfect!
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Awww it looks like America is feeling bad for what he did : Alfred kissed her on the top of her head. "I just don't want you to fall for the same shit your mom fell for, sweetie." He then gave her some cash for a movie and snacks and they went to get in the car.
<3 THIS
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