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JOHNNY.

Johnny poured more of the liquor in his glass before setting the bottle back down. “It’s still my fault because i left her, if i would have stuck around i would have known about you. I still cant believe she never told me about you.” he ran his hand over his face and nodded “yeah, i know. I saw her this morning actually.” he paused “she’s supposed to stop by here tonight, we’re not going to be having a very fun conversation either.”

giving johnny a nod as if to say ‘thanks’ when he refilled his glass, michael took more time with this one, taking a small sip and setting it back down. “i can’t blame you for leaving her. she’s a god damn nightmare.” he ran a hand through his hair, and his expression changed to curiosity. “when is she stopping by? i need to be out of here before she gets here.”

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LAUREN.

the way he looked at her was like she hung the stars and the moon and it made her heart flutter. “she does run nicely” she agreed “I’d love to take a look under her hood sometime, if that’s okay with you.” she gave him a soft smile “so, is this something you do for all the girls?” she laughed as she pushed her hair behind her ear “pick them up in a beautiful car, tell them they look pretty and take them to nice dinners.”

“feel free,” michael said, unable to deny that he thought her affinity for cars was attractive. “i don’t know anything about cars, really, so maybe you can teach me.” he laughed, pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant. he parked before replying, so he could look at her. “believe it or not, this is my first date since high school.”

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JOHNNY.

Johnny nodded and grabbed a glass from behind him, filling it with ice before grabbing a bottle and pouring some of the dark liquid into the glass. “Thought you might need something strong” he said setting the glass in front of the boy. “Thank you, i try to keep it looking decent.” he chuckled before his face turned serious “don’t apologize, i understand. I’m also really sorry for all of this. I’m sorry that you had to look for me in the first place, i dont know if I’ll ever be able to say sorry enough.” he paused, taping his fingers on the bartop “you know when I first saw you i thought you looked so familiar. then I realized after you said something that it was like looking in a mirror. Except you’ve got your mothers eyes.”

michael downed the shot in one swallow, not even flinching at the taste. he knew how to handle his alcohol--he’d been drinking since he was sixteen. “you were right,” he muttered, setting the glass on the table. “thanks.” he nodded as johnny continued the small talk, but locked eyes with him as he moved to more serious content. “it’s not your fault. she kept it from you. i don’t blame you at all. it’s her fault... she’s here, you know. on the island. but i haven’t told her i found you. whether she knows or not is a different question.”

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LAUREN.

She couldn’t contain the smile on her lips “that is such a relief. i thought i was the only one.” She bit down on her lip and nodded “yeah, I think we’re good now.” no matter what, Lauren would always have butterflies around him, it was inevitable. She let her eyes close for a moment as she felt the breeze on her face and she turned to Michael “okay, you’re already off to a good start with this car. fun fact, my dad and i like to work on old cars together. been doing it since I was a little girl.”

michael smiled, taking his eyes off the road for half a second to glance at lauren, before returning to looking ahead. god, she was beautiful. he’d never seen someone so mesmerizing before in his life. “yeah, it’s an old one, but it runs well,” he said, hitting the side of his door as he referred to his car. “i think it’s like... sixties? with some renovations since then, of course.”

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TANNER.

tanner looked up at michael spoke and he felt a smile crawl onto his face, “congrats, man.” he then chuckled and shook his head. “i don’t think it’s weird, no. if your sister hated her teacher then it might be but otherwise, i think it’s alright.”  he didn’t mind being there for michael because the boy was a good friend to him in return.

michael breathed a sigh of relief. “thank god. i didn’t want to make things weird for her, but it just feels so right. i mean, you know what that’s like,” he said, a smirk crossing his face. “how’s olivia doing? you guys good?”

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MARILYN.

marilyn just stood there, part of her was seconds from exploding, wanted to raise her hand, and smack him across his face for the way he spoke to her.. but she knew better now, so she didn’t do it.. “michael evan lee.. do NOT threaten me, please.. i have the right to see my daughter, and you have no right to refuse her the right to know her own mother after 6 years of keeping her away from me..”

michael braced himself for a slap from his mother. he’d conditioned himself. he’d say something she didn’t like, he’d get slapped. sometimes it was worse, but they were in public. it was never anything more than a slap in public. he looked back to make sure alanna was still where he told her to stay. “i am her legal guardian,” michael said, calmly but intensely. “you are not. you may be her biological mother but i am her parent.”

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JOHNNY.

He still couldn’t figure out if he was angrier with himself for leaving or Marilyn for never saying anything to him. Johnny has never seen the movie but he nodded as if he had anyway. He was nervous, he wasn’t expecting to see him in his bar. He was impressed with Michael’s sleuthing skills “huh, you’re a smart kid.” he said “hi” he said again, laughing slightly. “sit down, if you want. do you want a drink?” he asked, all of a sudden worried about what would happen next “i mean i dont know if you want to stick around, you ran off the last time.” he rambled on “but if you want to sit and hang around, that’s fine, I’d be fine with it.”

michael obliged, sitting down on a barstool. “i’ll take a drink, yeah. whatever you recommend.” he felt bad about last time, about running off, but he was here to make up for it. he ran a hand through his hair, looking around the bar. “this is a nice place. i, uh, i’m sorry for running last time. i just--i got so nervous, you know? i’ve been trying to find you for eighteen years, and now i’m here, and it was just... very overwhelming.”

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LAUREN.

Lauren smiled down at the flowers in his hand and then looked back at him, biting down on her lip gently. “They are beautiful, thank you. I’ll have to tell her thank you at school.” she took them from him and brought them to her nose to take a wiff. She nodded at his suggestion “yeah, that sounds great actually.” she said excitedly. She thanked him before sliding into the car. While she waited for him to get in she wiped her palms on her dress, why was she so nervous? Maybe it was because this was so random, maybe it was because there was no way a guy this attractive and cool would be interested in her. But more than anything she knew it was because there was something different about him, he was either going to make her the happiest person on earth or break her heart and she wasn’t sure which one just yet. “I’m really nervous.” she blurted out “i just wanted to get that out there.”

“oh, thank god,” michael said, getting into the driver’s seat. “i’m really nervous, too. now that we’ve got that out there, i guess neither of us have to be nervous now, right?” he began driving, the top of his car down. he hoped that it wouldn’t mess up her hair to have the top down, but it made him look so much cooler to have a convertible and actually use it. plus, she’d look beautiful regardless.

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LAUREN.

Lauren had finished strapping her shoe up when she heard the knock on the door. “Shit” she mumbled as she grabbed her earrings and shoved them into her ears as she hurried towards the front door. She stopped and looked at herself in the mirror “not bad, collier” she mumbled before exhaling and opening the door to see Michael “hi” she whispered, her cheeks flushing pink as she dropped he head for a moment “thank you, yes I’m ready!” she stepped out of her apartment before closing the door behind her “you look really nice yourself.”

michael, having almost forgotten about the flowers, awkwardly shoved them at her, before softening his grip and giving her a look that said ‘sorry, i don’t go on a lot of dates.’ “these are for you. alanna picked them out of the yard outside of our building and told me to give them to you.” he was nervous for several reasons. one, he didn’t often leave alanna with a sitter, so this was nerve-wracking. two, the blonde bombshell in front of him. he had to impress her. he couldn’t mess this up. “so, i figured we’d go to that new italian place for dinner, if that’s alright with you?” he asked, unlocking his car and opening the passenger side door for her.

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JOHNNY.

It all had happened so fast, one minute they were sitting down talking and the next minute the kid was running out of the diner. He had spent the time since that day repeating the words over and over again, Marilyn was pregnant when he left. There was no way, he didn’t believe it, but then he thought back to the night it happened and he realized it was true. That meant he had once again left his child behind without a father, just like the others. Johnny did his best to try and move on, wanting to talk to his son but not knowing any way to get ahold of him. He had been behind the bar, wiping down the bartop when he heard a voice from the door, he paused and threw the towel over his shoulder as the brunette walked towards him “hi Michael” he said quietly, just looking at him. he couldn’t believe it, he had another son. “I uh…how did you find me? I mean…how did you know i was your dad?”

“hi, johnny,” he said, discomfort tinging his words. “you know that stupid movie, mamma mia? where she reads her mom’s diary and invites all three of her dads to her wedding?” alanna had made him watch this movie a few months ago. it had some content she shouldn’t have been watching at age five, but it went right over her head and she loved the music. the movie was terrible, but his sister’s happiness was better than anything in the world. “i kind of did that. but instead of her diary, i went through her facebook. she gave me her password, and i searched for the words michael and dad in the same conversation, and she was talking to someone about you a few years ago. and here i am. hi.”

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MARILYN.

the last some years, marilyn had completely changed.. or tried to.. she’d gotten clean, done therapy.. and at the end she’d done her best to completely transform her outside too.. having gone from the dark haired, witchy look she’d worn for years, to a blonde, boho hippie housewife look.. and she was continuously trying to behave.. especially since coming to the island, knowing her kids were there, somewhere.. and from what felt like lightning from clear sky she heard a familiar voice say her name, forcing her to turn around, seeing the face of her son standing right in front of her.. her eyes widened just a little at the initial shock of how much he’d come to look like his father since she’d last seen him.. “– im here for you and alanna.. and it’s mom.. stop calling me marilyn, how many times to i have to say it..”

michael rolled his eyes. “you don’t get to tell me what to do, marilyn. i’m twenty three. i have custody of your child and i’m telling you right now, you’re not going to get to see her while you’re here.” his ears were burning from the anger he felt. he felt like any minute now, his head could explode. “so, fine. you’re here. i can’t control that. i can’t stop you from trying to talk to me, but if you come anywhere near alanna, i will stop you. no matter what. got it?”

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@tcnnerwtf

“i have a date tonight,” michael casually mentioned to tanner. “first person i’ve dated since i moved out here. and get this--she’s my sister’s teacher. is that weird? for me to date my sister’s teacher?” he asked tanner these questions on account of his happy relationship with olivia, and because he trusted him. they were good friends, and always had a good time together.

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@marileexreborn

he had to be dreaming. michael had to be imagining things. he could not be standing here, in the grocery store, with his sister, and looking at his mom buying food. she could not be here. “alanna, stay here,” he said, taking note that alanna was right next to the tortilla chips. he approached the woman who he thought was his mom--and realized he was right. “marilyn.” he’d stopped calling her ‘mom’ years ago. “what the hell are you doing here?”

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@jfcjohnnyking

he’d chickened out, that day at the diner. he’d wanted to tell johnny “hey, i’m your son.” instead, he had told him he had to go, and had bolted. now, he was going back to find him, and he wasn’t going to let himself get nervous this time. “i’m your son. i’m your son. i’m your son.” michael repeated the phrase to himself, to get used to it rolling off of his lips so that as soon as he saw johnny, he could tell him. walking into the bar where he worked, his breath hitched as he saw him. “i’m your son!” he blurted out, the door not even fully closed behind him yet. “sorry,” he said to anyone who may have been shocked by his outburst, before walking up to johnny and saying a quieter, “i’m your son. i wanted to tell you before, but i got nervous, and uh, yeah. hi. i’m michael. i’m your son.”

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with one last look at himself in his rearview mirror, michael felt satisfied enough with his appearance to go knock on lauren’s door. he waited for the door to open, a couple small flowers enclosed in his fist behind him. his palms were sweating. he hoped that wouldn’t be the case the entire time they were out, but it wasn’t an impossibility. when the door opened, after what felt like ages, he gave lauren a wide smile. “hi,” he said, biting his lip. “you look beautiful. are you ready to go?”

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ATHENA.

athena had spent hours with an extra difficult client, and as it finally wrapped up, and she was done, only to be left alone with mountains of paperwork, she’d had it.. she’d left her office, and found herself alone by a corner store, where a snack machine was proving to pull her last straw, as it refused to give her what she’d just payed for. the woman took a few steps away from it, before lifting her foot and struck it as she kicked it hard, shaking the entire thing so that her things fell to the bottom of it.. “– fucking.. shit machine..” she muttered before hearing someone behind her..

“you want some help?” michael said to the very obviously distressed woman as she kicked the vending machine. “i could stand to kick the shit out of a vending machine. i’ve got steel-toed boots on today, too.”