We All Grow Up Someday [1a/9]
anonymous
June 30 2010, 21:44:38 UTC
Because multi-fills are welcome, and I just had to, I finally for something that will work for a story idea. *** “Oh…my parents?” She asked, her disease greatly showing. She fiddled with the end of her button down shirt and looking at her ripped jeans. “Robby…are you sure?”
“Ems, darling, you’ve meet my mothers.” Robert said gently sneaking his brown haired head into her field of vision. “I won’t judge, I promise.”
“I don’t think you’ll judge at all it’s just…” She trailed off, avoiding looking at him. You won’t believe me when I explain. “It’s hard to get them together, Mum’s in London and Dad’s in DC, I can’t just call them.”
“That’s what you get for falling in love with someone born of politics,” one of Robert’s mothers sounded, causing Emma to giggle to herself. The older woman came walking in with an empty bowl of popcorn. Her red hair sticking up like she just woke up, her pajamas were making the scene much better.
“I can call, but I don’t think I can find a date for both of them to come here, any time soon.” Emma said tucking some blonde hair behind her ear; Robert’s mother took a notice and laughed. “I should get going, if I want to call Mum and a reasonable time for both of us.” Not really but it was an excuse to escape the household and the situation.
“How many hours is London ahead of L.A. any way?” Robert asked, getting up to show her out.
“Too many,” Emma said smiling as she grabbed her purse and gave her boyfriend a small peck. “Bye Emily and Carol, see you soon.” There was a chorus of ‘you too Em,’ before Emma closed the door and walked to her car.
She knew Robert was watching her. Gracefully she slipped into her car and threw her sunny blonde hair back in a low ponytail. Her green eyes flashing back towards the little homey house, before she tore out of the driveway, quick to get out and away.
Emma Kirkland-Jones was somewhat jealous of her boyfriend. He had an easy time explain his parents, adopted right when he was born, never knew his birth parents and he really didn’t care. However, Emma knew hers, she knew them because they were the same to people that raised her rather awkwardly.
Her mother was a man, a tempered gentleman who had raised colonies before he ever gave birth to actual human children. He didn’t age much either, well he did, it just never showed much. On top of that he was a nation, the United Kingdom to be exact. Her father was in the same kind of boat, if not the same. Alfred F. Jones looked far too young to be even thinking about having a child with someone and actually raising it. Though if one looked at the actual age of America, it was about time he had a kid with someone.
Emma wasn’t the first to both though; no they had two before her. Both boys, twins on top of that. Yet war claimed them before they actually had a life to leave behind. Her parents never tried to place burdens on her, but she knew what they wanted, they were parents after all. No matter how many times Arthur insisted on letting her do what would make her happy and what was best for her, he wanted so much more.
She only knew that because Arthur raised her, a good chunk of her life. Summers were for Dad, school year was spent with her male mother towering over her. Sure Emma hated it, but she didn’t blame Arthur for the amazing way she turned out, brains and all. They switched when she would be attending high school, much to Arthur’s disappointment (“Why must humans age so bloody fast?”).
We All Grow Up Someday [1b/9]
anonymous
June 30 2010, 21:50:06 UTC
Still her father was a teen at heart, he let things slide, but no boy ever touched his baby girl the wrong way. As respectable as Emma was raised, she had a temper and Alfred did nothing to hold it back when it needed to be let loose (“I know it’s not the best way to solve a problem, but nice black eye on ‘im!”). Arthur would always call and demand to know why the hell Alfred let her do such a thing, of course his temper rose at the story.
Emma sighed to herself as she pulled up to her apartment complex. She parked in her spot and hurried up the stairs, greeting a few of her elderly neighbors.
She dropped her bag just short of a small table beside the door, and spotted the phone. With a deep breath, she punched in the numbers needed. *** Emma has been boiling in my head, for a different request here...can you guess? This finally let her lose, and I can make her older, -happy dance- I hope you like this OP
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“Oh…my parents?” She asked, her disease greatly showing. She fiddled with the end of her button down shirt and looking at her ripped jeans. “Robby…are you sure?”
“Ems, darling, you’ve meet my mothers.” Robert said gently sneaking his brown haired head into her field of vision. “I won’t judge, I promise.”
“I don’t think you’ll judge at all it’s just…” She trailed off, avoiding looking at him. You won’t believe me when I explain. “It’s hard to get them together, Mum’s in London and Dad’s in DC, I can’t just call them.”
“That’s what you get for falling in love with someone born of politics,” one of Robert’s mothers sounded, causing Emma to giggle to herself. The older woman came walking in with an empty bowl of popcorn. Her red hair sticking up like she just woke up, her pajamas were making the scene much better.
“I can call, but I don’t think I can find a date for both of them to come here, any time soon.” Emma said tucking some blonde hair behind her ear; Robert’s mother took a notice and laughed. “I should get going, if I want to call Mum and a reasonable time for both of us.” Not really but it was an excuse to escape the household and the situation.
“How many hours is London ahead of L.A. any way?” Robert asked, getting up to show her out.
“Too many,” Emma said smiling as she grabbed her purse and gave her boyfriend a small peck. “Bye Emily and Carol, see you soon.” There was a chorus of ‘you too Em,’ before Emma closed the door and walked to her car.
She knew Robert was watching her. Gracefully she slipped into her car and threw her sunny blonde hair back in a low ponytail. Her green eyes flashing back towards the little homey house, before she tore out of the driveway, quick to get out and away.
Emma Kirkland-Jones was somewhat jealous of her boyfriend. He had an easy time explain his parents, adopted right when he was born, never knew his birth parents and he really didn’t care. However, Emma knew hers, she knew them because they were the same to people that raised her rather awkwardly.
Her mother was a man, a tempered gentleman who had raised colonies before he ever gave birth to actual human children. He didn’t age much either, well he did, it just never showed much. On top of that he was a nation, the United Kingdom to be exact. Her father was in the same kind of boat, if not the same. Alfred F. Jones looked far too young to be even thinking about having a child with someone and actually raising it. Though if one looked at the actual age of America, it was about time he had a kid with someone.
Emma wasn’t the first to both though; no they had two before her. Both boys, twins on top of that. Yet war claimed them before they actually had a life to leave behind. Her parents never tried to place burdens on her, but she knew what they wanted, they were parents after all. No matter how many times Arthur insisted on letting her do what would make her happy and what was best for her, he wanted so much more.
She only knew that because Arthur raised her, a good chunk of her life. Summers were for Dad, school year was spent with her male mother towering over her. Sure Emma hated it, but she didn’t blame Arthur for the amazing way she turned out, brains and all. They switched when she would be attending high school, much to Arthur’s disappointment (“Why must humans age so bloody fast?”).
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Emma sighed to herself as she pulled up to her apartment complex. She parked in her spot and hurried up the stairs, greeting a few of her elderly neighbors.
She dropped her bag just short of a small table beside the door, and spotted the phone. With a deep breath, she punched in the numbers needed.
***
Emma has been boiling in my head, for a different request here...can you guess? This finally let her lose, and I can make her older, -happy dance- I hope you like this OP
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