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Come Turning of the Tide	By : TaimaMarie Category: Individual Celebrities > Johnny Depp Views: 6911 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: All right, all right, vacation over. I'm back to work, lol. Until school starts, and we'll see how well I adjust to that.
Eeeeero Sennin, I LOVE MY TYPEWRITER! Haha. I'm going to have a bitch of a time finding new ribbons, but I don't care. Stupid Zoloft! That totally sucks that it made you feel that way, precious. Pleasepleasepleaseplease write an original novel *AND* a POTC fic. It'd be kickin' rad!
Well, there's fiber in cereal... You just have to eat the cardboard package it comes in to get it. LOL. My friends think I'm weird because I'd rather have like, a snack bar and some flavored water for breakfast. (Not very healthy, but what can ya do?)

I entered the apartment, feeling dejected and lost. I flopped down on the couch. Sarah Jane glanced up from the laptop and raised an eyebrow. I only shook my head and tossed her my paycheck.

“This covers my back rent, right?”

“Yeah. Gives you a couple bucks in spending money, too.” She glanced at the amount. “That’s a lot for a couple days of work, isn’t it?”

“I guess he’s just grateful. I took them grocery shopping today.” I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my hands.

“Well, that sounds like it was a laugh riot. How many times did you get run over by a fat lady in a motorized scooter?”

“None. I was too busy not letting the man turn his kids into ham beasts.” I groaned. “Swear to God, he wants to marry Little Debbie or something.”

Sarah Jane laughed and turned back to the computer. I managed to pulled myself off the couch. I needed a hot bath, and then I needed to lock myself in my room for a little while.

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Johnny lifted Jack out of the car, carrying him towards the house. He held Lily-Rose’s hand. He wanted to get them settled in the living room so he could bring in the groceries and start something for dinner. Maybe he should have kept Charity over for a little bit longer. But then the kids would have fallen asleep, and he couldn’t leave them alone in the house while he drove her home.

Speaking of, where the hell was she living? Johnny knew what it was like to come from humble beginnings, knew that you started from the ground up. And, really, the place could have bee worse. It jut seemed dangerous for a single woman to be living. And if she had a roommate, that only made it worse. So there were TWO girls to get stalked, kidnapped, murdered, or burglarized. He shuddered to think of it.

Well, what do you want to do about it? A voice in his mind asked.

Ask her to move in with me!

Mate, that’s a bad idea, and you know it very well. She’s a kid, for Chrissake.

Barely! She’s legal and all. And it makes sense. Maybe I need a live in nanny to take care of Jack and Lily-Rose.

Sure, go off trying to replace their mother this early. That can only end well. Sometimes you just do not think things through at all. How have you not died yet from your own stupidity?

Luck, I guess. He sighed as he packed away the vegetables in the as yet unused crisper. He pulled out a pan and got ready to get cooking. Lily-Rose wandered into the kitchen and sat down at the table, watching him silently.

This was the difference between his children. Jack was loud and open, immediately making clear his desires. Lily-Rose was much quieter, much more thoughtful. She wouldn’t tell you anything right away, rather make you wonder about it for a little bit.

“Hiya, Princess.” He said. She smiled and rested her chin on her hands for a few moments, watching him cooking.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, baby?” he sprinkled some seasoning on the chicken and started to make a salad.

“Do you like Charity?”

“Sure. She’s nice, and funny, and she likes you two. Why wouldn’t I like her?” he glanced up at her.

“So you don’t like her in any special way?”

What was his daughter fishing for? There was something she wanted to know, yet wouldn’t come right out and say. He looked at her for a few seconds before popping a bit of cheese in his mouth.

“What do you mean ‘special’?”

“Like the way you liked Maman.” She ran her hands nervously up and down her thighs. Johnny gave her a tender smile. His heart was smashing on the inside. Why hadn’t he told them? Why hadn’t he just come right out and told them that he and Vanessa were through?

Because you don’t want to be done with her, either. That little voice in his head again. He tried to ignore it. If he ignored it, he wouldn’t have to admit that it was right. He wouldn’t have to come to terms with that. He just wasn’t ready to, not yet. He needed more time. It all came down to time.

“No, sweetheart. Not the way I liked your mommy.” He wiped his hands on a dish towel and walked over to his daughter, kissing her on the head. “Don’t worry about this, okay? Things will work themselves out. You’ll see.”

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I walked into my tiny bedroom, still drying my hair. I shook it back and forth and picked up my comb, getting rid of all my tangles. I didn’t bother to style it. Who was going to see me? I had nothing and nobody to look special for. There were times when I loved that I could spend all day in stretch pants watching Passions while eating Ramen noodles on sour cream and onion potato chips, not worrying about the crumbs clinging to my sweatshirt (the cleanliness of which was questionable.)

Then there were times when I wished there was someone who cared whether or not I put lipstick on. Someone who could look at me and tell me that I looked pretty that day. Someone who would make me want to make that effort to make something healthy for dinner.

The only person I was accountable to was myself, and sometimes I didn’t even care about me. I tried to stop thinking about it as I pulled a pair of pajamas out of my drawer.

I settled on my bed (unmade, of course. I slept in a nest of blankets and stuffed animals, but no pillows) and reached for my guitar, sitting on the stand next to the bed. I arranged it in my lap, before beginning to strum a few chords.

This was what I lived for, what I needed. I was, at heart, a musician. But it’s hard to break into the music scene, and I wasn’t talented enough. Wasn’t pretty enough, wasn’t charming enough. I wasn’t really anything.

That wasn’t going to stop be from trying, though. I closed my eyes to let the music flow through me.
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