Fuentes Time

I don't know what time it is. I don't care. I'm too busy working out the details for our next gig. I need to make sure nothing goes wrong like last time. I've only been paid once and that's because I did what I'm doing now to make sure we get our money.
My door opened and Dad walked inside. He looked at me and frowned deeply. "What are you doing up, Effy? It's four in the morning." he said.
"I have work to do." I replied dismissively.
"You should be sleeping."
"So should you." I shot back. "How come you're awake?" I asked. I turned to Dad and he sat down on my bed.
"I was writing."
"I thought you'd finished the new album."
"All but one song." he shrugged.
"Why do the singers work the hardest?" I asked carefully.
"That isn't true." Dad reasoned.
"But you've been working flat out on this album recently. You hardly have days off when you're not writing. And what are the others doing? Having fun. Mike's always with Alysha and going to parties and hanging out. So is Jaime. Even Tony is. While you're writing."
"I'm not just writing, Ef." Dad sighed. "I'm looking after you."
"I can look after myself." I reminded him.
"Yeah. I leave you for just over a month and you run away to LA and make your new best friend, Alysha get a flight to us." he teased.
"Not my fault." I defended.
"So, are you left playing band manager?" Dad asked.
"Kind of."
"Why didn't you ask for my help?"
"Because I don't want to be that girl." I sighed.
"What girl?" he raised his eyebrows.
"The girl that runs to Daddy." I admitted.
"You're not. Just tell me what's been going on."
"We had our first gig."
"How did that go?" he asked.
"Really good. Everything went fine. I managed to remember all my words."
"That's great." Dad smiled.
"But after the manager of the club wouldn't pay us properly."
"How do you mean?" his eyes narrowed.
"The way it worked we were getting $200 guaranteed. But he only gave us 160."
"Was everyone pissed?" he asked. I just sighed and shook my head. "You sure?" he asked.
"I didn't tell them." I admitted. "They needed the money. I gave them theirs."
"And your money?"
"I didn't take any. They need it more than I do."
"You can't do that." Dad sighed.
"It was just once. I just need the band to work." I explained.
"Ugh." Dad muttered. "Everyone says you take after Mike. But they're wrong. You take after me."
"I know I do." I smiled a little.
"You know back when the band started I would have done anything to make it work. I was outside venues at one in the morning handing out free records. I got banned from copy stores because I'd cheat the printers. Everything you did, I did. I know how hard it is. It's so hard." he explained.
"But you got there. You did it."
"You think I did it without help? You make friends and they introduce you to their friends and you get to know people that can push you forwards."
"I don't want people to think I'm just living off your fame."
"You won't be." he promised. Dad came over to my desk and took a pen. He started scribbling things down and gave it back to me. "These are the clubs you want to try and get gigs in. When you get one I'm coming to your practice to make sure there's nothing you need to fix. I'll get the guys to tweet about you so more people show up. I'm going to give Fearless your demo too, maybe we can set up a meeting." he said.
"Really?" I asked brightly.
"Yeah." he laughed a little. "Effy, I asked you to split it between school and the band. You did it. I'm doing this because I'm proud of you. You listened to me for a change."
"Like I had a choice." I rolled my eyes.
"I'm getting you on my new record."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because one, you have a good voice. Two, there's a song I need a female singer on. Three, it'll bring people to your band. And four, call letting you in a real studio an early Christmas present."
"Dad." I muttered.
"Yeah?"
"I wish I came here sooner. I think I'd like living with you when I was younger." I told him.
"I know I wish I was there. I missed all the good stuff. I'm just left with puberty." he joked. "I was terrified for you to come though. I was sure you'd hate me."
"I could never have you. You have a studio in your house." I stuck my tongue out at him.
"That's how I work, Effy. It's all bribery."
"I suppose that if I did come earlier Pierce The Veil might not have worked as well as it has." I reasoned.
"I don't care." he shrugged. "You're the only thing that I've ever been able to put before he band without any kind of doubt or disbelief."
"Promise?" I asked.
"I promise." he smiled. "Now you should get some sleep."
"I'm not tired." I replied.
"Okay, pretend to get some sleep so I don't feel like a bad dad." he said playfully.
"You're a good dad." I said.
"You sure? I'm not like the other dads at parent teacher nights."
"Isn't that a good thing?" I asked. "Anyway, you only get weird looks because you look about twenty four or something." I joked.
"I look a lot better than I did back then."
"Does that mean I'll just keep on getting better and better looking?" I asked playfully.
"You're already beautiful, Effy." he smiled warmly at me. "Now, sleep!" he pointed his finger at me threateningly.
"Okay." I rolled my eyes.
"Goodnight." he told me.
"Goodnight." I replied and waved. Dad walked out and closed my door behind him. I really think I needed that.

Notes

Hey! What did you think? This took for-fucking-ever to write! Some Effy Vic bonding. I know you all love that. Vic is offering help and Effy is (kind of) willing to accept it. If there's anything you want to see let me know. Any predictions?

Also all the lyrics I post on this site will be copyrighted. I'm sure most of you wouldn't steal them but I just want to be safe. Someone would be stealing my feelings and emotions and past basically. If I heard someone singing my words about how my ex was a dick and cheated on me in Italy I'd be seriously pissed.

I have a new story up too. It's basically my story about my past and failed relationships and such. So check it out if you're interested. It's called You're The One Who Shot Me. Thanks guys, sorry for the long note :)