So Charita decided she needed to host a party... so she did.
The catnip came out and all hell broke loose!
Charita: Wait, is that.... *GASP* Crap! It's DAD. *sneaks away*
Miller never notices his daughter with the big crowd.
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Keats: Holy geez, *chuckles* that was a close one.
Charita: No kidding. What is he doing here, anyway?
Keats: He probably heard from someone else, EVERYONE knew about this party *laughs*. You're not too good at keeping things on the down-low.
Charita: Hmmmmm. Maybe he's here to congratulate me for throwing a kick ass party?
Keats: *snorts* Definitely not! Did you see all that catnip! DAY-UM! You're gonna get it.
Charita: Ah sh*t-balls.
Charita: Hey, did you notice a black dog in there, big ears?
Keats: I think I did, but his ears weren't that big. White markings?
Charita: Oh, no. That was Bogdan. He's another one I'm trying to avoid.
Keats: So who's this guy you're asking about? Your boyfriend? *wiggly brows*
Charita: Pffft! As if THE Charita will ever be tied down to a guy.
Keats: Oh right, silly me. *rolls eyes*
Dante: Charita, this is where you're hiding. Who's this? *puffs chest out*
Keats: *snorts*
Charita: *sigh and looks away* That's my brother, Keats.
Dante: *exhales* Oh. Hi, I'm Dante. Hey Charita, can I talk to you... alone?
Dante: Did you have time to think about my proposal?
Charita: I have.
Dante: And?
Charita: I can't.
Dante: What... why?
Charita: My heart belongs to someone else.
Dante: .... Do I know him? Has it been long?
Charita: No... and I don't want to talk about him with you.
Dante: .... Well, the heart wants what the heart wants. I can't force you to love me. *sad smile* I understand though, I'm too late.
Charita: Dante...
Dante: *lights cheek* Goodbye, Charita.
Dante: *walks away*
Keats: Charita, are you ok?
Charita: I...
Miller: Charita!
Charita: *sigh* Here we go.
Charita: Keats, hide me!
Miller: Keats can't save you this time.
Keats: I'm not even here.
Charita: Gee, thanks bro.
Charita: Hey daddy, did you come to enjoy the party?
Miller: Hm. You call that a party?! My own daughter... doing catnip!! I've raised you better than that young lady. You know the rules, bad decisions come with consequences.
Charita: Dad, honestly....
Miller: I've let you off the hook far too many times, and your mom is not here to defend you. I've signed you up for... BOOTCAMP.
Charita: What?! That stupid place Lonnie was sent to? Dad, get real, you always said Chedey was crazy, why would you agree with his ways. I'm your daughter!
Miller: I'm sending you because I love you. This behavior stops, now!
Charita: I'm grown up now! You can't tell me what to do! *glares*
Miller: Just watch me! *glares* Say your goodbyes, tomorrow, you're going on a road trip.