For muse_shuffle - November Disc One
05. But Ah! Who needs that sentimental bullshit, anyway // Takes more than just a memory to make me cry
(Cold Chisel - 'Flame Trees')
Evie groaned as her phone rang again and picked it up. All she wanted was five minutes to make herself look pretty for Riley when he got back home and between the washing machine eating up her clothes and the sink deciding to spring, and every man and their dog calling her she was out of luck.
“Yeah?” And she was out of patience.
“You’re hard to track down these days, kiddo.”
A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth and she let out a sigh. “Hey, Dad.” Despite everything, she really did love him. It was just his dates that she hated. Speaking of-“Are you alone?”
There was a pause at the other end as before she heard him clear his throat. “Yes.”
“Which means no. Who is she this time? Please of the love of God tell me she is at least of drinking age.”
“She’s well over, actually. Almost my age.”
Evie dropped into a chair, her father now getting her full attention. “Oh?”
“We’ve been seeing each other for two weeks now. Must make you proud.”
“Unbelievably so. When do I get to meet her?”
“Same time I finally meet your boyfriend, kiddo.”
“How did you-”
“I’m your father, Evie. I’m not just a guy in your life. It’s my job to work these things out. Besides, you’ve begged off the last two dinners. Figured it was either you finally having enough of my, ah, girlfriends, or you’d met someone of your own.”
“Glad to know you are my father. I was starting to wonder there for a minute. And you’re right. I have. We’ve been together for nearly three months. I love him.”
“And you never thought to mention him to me?” There was a trace of hurt in his voice, and Evie winced.
“It’s complicated. More than just you and me. He’s... he’s got HIV.” Evie waited for her father to say something, but the silence stretched out. “Dad?”
“I’m here.”
“Are you okay?”
“I could ask you the same question.”
“I’m fine, Dad. He makes me happy.”
“I still want to meet him.”
“You will. Maybe Christmas.”
“Do I get to see my daughter on her birthday?”
“Of course, Dad. We’ll work something out.”
“Good. Her name is Gina.”
Evie smiled. “His name is Riley.” She didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye before her father disconnected the call. He was never one for saying goodbye. Evie threw the phone onto the coffee table and ran her fingers through her hair. In truth she had rarely thought about introducing Riley to her father, but the phone call had reminded her that it did need to happen. Eventually.
Evie Miller (OC)
House, M.D.
Words: 448
pullmysteth referenced with permission.
(Cold Chisel - 'Flame Trees')
Evie groaned as her phone rang again and picked it up. All she wanted was five minutes to make herself look pretty for Riley when he got back home and between the washing machine eating up her clothes and the sink deciding to spring, and every man and their dog calling her she was out of luck.
“Yeah?” And she was out of patience.
“You’re hard to track down these days, kiddo.”
A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth and she let out a sigh. “Hey, Dad.” Despite everything, she really did love him. It was just his dates that she hated. Speaking of-“Are you alone?”
There was a pause at the other end as before she heard him clear his throat. “Yes.”
“Which means no. Who is she this time? Please of the love of God tell me she is at least of drinking age.”
“She’s well over, actually. Almost my age.”
Evie dropped into a chair, her father now getting her full attention. “Oh?”
“We’ve been seeing each other for two weeks now. Must make you proud.”
“Unbelievably so. When do I get to meet her?”
“Same time I finally meet your boyfriend, kiddo.”
“How did you-”
“I’m your father, Evie. I’m not just a guy in your life. It’s my job to work these things out. Besides, you’ve begged off the last two dinners. Figured it was either you finally having enough of my, ah, girlfriends, or you’d met someone of your own.”
“Glad to know you are my father. I was starting to wonder there for a minute. And you’re right. I have. We’ve been together for nearly three months. I love him.”
“And you never thought to mention him to me?” There was a trace of hurt in his voice, and Evie winced.
“It’s complicated. More than just you and me. He’s... he’s got HIV.” Evie waited for her father to say something, but the silence stretched out. “Dad?”
“I’m here.”
“Are you okay?”
“I could ask you the same question.”
“I’m fine, Dad. He makes me happy.”
“I still want to meet him.”
“You will. Maybe Christmas.”
“Do I get to see my daughter on her birthday?”
“Of course, Dad. We’ll work something out.”
“Good. Her name is Gina.”
Evie smiled. “His name is Riley.” She didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye before her father disconnected the call. He was never one for saying goodbye. Evie threw the phone onto the coffee table and ran her fingers through her hair. In truth she had rarely thought about introducing Riley to her father, but the phone call had reminded her that it did need to happen. Eventually.
Evie Miller (OC)
House, M.D.
Words: 448
pullmysteth referenced with permission.