Fiona
I get to Emily and Daddy's house. He's doing some work on his laptop, so Emily and I go upstairs to her room. She basically drags me there, but it's probably for the best. I don't know why, but ever since I turned eighteen, I've started thinking about... um...
I'm an adult now, right? A woman, even. Which means that Daddy and I could legally, um...
That's a big UMMMmmm.
Don't mind me, I'm just umm-ing to myself over here. I can't talk about this to Emily, so you're it. You're the one who has to listen to me.
"So, I had an idea," Emily says once we're in her room. She hops onto her bed, sitting crosslegged, and I join her.
"What's up?" I ask her. "What are we doing?"
"Let's plan a surprise for Daddy," she says.
Oh, I've got a few surprises I wouldn't mind planning for him, alright...
I don't say that, though. Because, you know, um...
"What kind of surprise?" I ask instead.
"Grey's been my daddy for... well, it's a long time now. I kind of feel bad, Fiona. I know he's really just my brother, but he's taken care of me so much and he didn't have to, you know? He took over our parents company after they died and built it up to where it is now, and I know he enjoys it, but it's something that I don't think he ever wanted to do. He did it because he had to and he wanted to take care of me, so I just want to do something in return for him."
"I get it," I say with a smile. Emily's always so cute when she gets like this. I like how her and Grey have a really strong bond.
"Sooo... what I was thinking is we should plan a fun weekend for him next week. I told him I'd probably be too busy at college to come back home on my first weekend at school, but that's just so he doesn't suspect anything. What do you think?"
"I think it's a cool idea, but how are you going to get back home?" I ask her.
"Bus or something," she says. "Or you can come pick me up maybe? If your mom lets you borrow the car?"
Yeah... about that... I give her a look and she basically understands without me saying a word.
"I bet Daddy would let you borrow his car if you asked?" Emily says. "You could tell him you've got a date and you wanted to drive yourself to be safe."
The thought of telling Daddy I have a date with someone else is... no. I already feel like dying. My cheeks are burning red just thinking about it. Actually doing it? Um, no. Unless it's a date with him, but in that case, he could drive us. And that's not going to happen, so it doesn't even matter.
"Ooohhh!" Emily says, bouncing up and down on her bed. "Did I guess something? Am I close? Do you have a crush on a boy, Fiona?"
"What! No?" I say. "Ummm... no. Nope. That's not it. I was... I was just thinking of something else. Yup. That's it."
"What were you thinking about?" Emily asks, oblivious.
"Um, I don't know? I mean, I guess I was thinking about how Grey's great. He's been like a dad to me, too. I'm glad I met you both. I'm really glad we're friends, Emily. I wouldn't want anything to come between us, so it's hard that you're going away to college. I'll miss you."
"Aww, that's sweet," Emily says, smiling at me. "I'll miss you, too. Don't tell him I told you this, but Grey likes being your daddy, too. It's cute the way he talks about you sometimes."
Wait, he talks about me? Except I cant ask Emily about this. I don't even know how to start.
"Maybe we have daddy issues," I say with a nod. Then I realize what I just said and my cheeks burn even brighter than before.
"Maybe probably," Emily says with a laugh. "Not the same, though."
"But different," I say, agreeing with her. "Not the same at all."
I am one-hundred percent sure that my "Daddy Issues" are completely different from Emily's. Just saying. I don't know if Emily would understand. It's not like I'd expect her to, either. It'd basically ruin our relationship. Like, oh, by the way, I've had a huge crush on your brother for four years, and I know I call him Daddy just like you do, but I'd also really love it if he could take my virginity.
And, you know, things. What things? Don't ask. I may only be eighteen with no real experience to speak of, but I've got quite the imagination, let me tell you.
I've read plenty of romance novels to know exactly what I'd like to do with Daddy. I know what I want him to do to me, too.
Please, Daddy... I promise I'll be a good girl...
"Let's go tell Daddy to stop doing work and spend time with us," Emily says, slipping off the bed and to her feet.
"Is he busy, though?" I ask. "Maybe we shouldn't bother him."
"He's just screwing around. He already told me to come get him when we're ready. I mean, yeah, he's doing work, but he technically took the weekend off so we could hang out and then drive to my college after."
Screwing around. With Daddy. Definitely on my list of interests.
Apparently I'm not as much of a good girl as I'd like to believe. Sorry, Daddy.