Dream weaver

Naelyn had ballet practice at five, and an art show at seven, she had no time for a flat tire. So much for mommy of the year award. It wasn't happening in this life time. Every time she thought she had it together reality slapped her in the face with a flat tire, the flu, a divorce. She had given up thinking life would throw her a break, and now she just focused on hoping life would let her keep her head above water. The bills were piling up since Spencer left with his mistress, Hell, she didn't even know how she was going to pay for this lesson she was so frantic to get her daughter too.



She called her brother who was on the way to get Naelyn and take her to practice, she had called Madame Kitchkoff and explained why Nealyn be late, and she had called triple A to come and fix her tire. This were tended to, atleast she hoped they were, but with Rob you never could tell. He might leave for milk and come back two days later and of course with no milk. That behavior is why he was a two time divorcee, and why Coryn never called him unless every other option had been exhausted.



"mom Im thirsty" 12 year old Naelyn yelled from the passengers seat of the 2002 astro minivan that had too many miles on it and was prone to die any day.

"there is a juice box in the glove compartment honey" she yelled back, brushing her flaxen hair out of her face just to have the wind blow it right back. She slammed the trunk with a little more force than she had intended after realizing there was no spare in her trunk. No doubt Carlos was to blame for the missing spare. Hadn't they suffered enough because of him?



Nealyn had turned the station to an oldies shows, and great balls of fire was blaring from the shoddy van speakers, she jumped out and started to dance, coming to where her mom was and taking her hand and soon both were dancing and laughing and it didn't matter that they were beside a busy highway and everyone passing by could see. This was their song, and had been since Nealyn was 4, and when it came on, nothing else mattered. Before the song ended both were laughing, and enjoying each others time like this moment was the only moment in the world that mattered.



At the songs end both collapsed against the trunk of the van and had a good laugh.



"that was jut what i needed" Coryn said as she scruffed her daughters hair playfully. Which Naelyn quickly set to slicking back against her scalp again.



"mom you know Madame Kitchkoff with be upset if my hair isnt just so"

"sorry dear" Coryn said and walked around the corner of the van to call the brother who should have been here 20 minues ago.



It was no surprise that voice mail picked up and she left a strongly worded message that she was sure he woudn't acknowledge, if he even listened to at all.



Triple A arrived only moments before her tardy, unreliable brother, and biting her tongue infront of the stranger she kissed her daughter goodbye and promised to be there as soon as the tire was done. Then she watched then drive off and said a silent prayer that her brother wouldn't get side tracked yet again.



"you know ts a good idea to keep a spare in the trunk ma'm" The triple A guy said as he set to work on the offensive tire,



"what? oh yes, i know.. I used too.. that is.. Normally there is a spare" she really want interested in having this conversation with a stranger. He was getting paid for it, what did he care if she had a spare.



"you're too pretty to be sitting in the side of the road waiting for triple A ma'm" he said without looking up from the work he was doing.



SHe supposed that was a compliment, and she was exectedto reply with a thank you, or some flrtatious gesture, that given her current mood she couldn't even think of entertaining right now. Her mind swirled in too many directions to even consider flirting with this "tire guy". As soon as that thought had occurred to her she mentally slapped herself for how snobby her thoughts were. Luckily her phone rang and she walked away from him to answer. It was Rob, and he was in such a panic, she couldnt understand a word he was saying.



"wait, slow down" she said heart half sinking as she imagined the worst. She managed to make out the words "carlos" and "madame Kichkioffs" and "gone" and she prayed that what she thought he was telling her was miunderstood. But if it wasn't she had to get there now. The spare tire would have to wait.



She hung up with Rob and without thinking, she did what desperate moms do.. She made shit happen.



"look dude, that tire will have to wait, yo have to take me now!!! to madame Kitchkoffs dance studio, and if you don't im taking your wrecker, my daughter is being kidnapped."



Thank God she didn't have to resort to grand theft auto and the "tire guy" rushed to the truck leaving her standing waiting her brain to process. and to her surprise he was calling to her...



"what are you waiting for? Get in!!!"



Which she did.



On the way she tried to call Rob, and Naelyn, and god forbid she even tried calling Carlos, but none of the three answered her calls. Shewas going nuts, She was glad for the "tire guy" he wasnt asking alot of questions, or putting crazy ideas in ehr head, he just drove, no questions asked.



"names Liam" he finally said, and she followed suit by introducing herself to him as well, and then not another word was spoken for the etre 22 mile drive to Madame Kitchkoff's studio.