Have A Nice Day
By: Rogue21493

Summary: How would Matt feel if he found out he has missed out on nearly 15 years of his daughter's life? And that she loves wrestling, gets into trouble, and is basically a mini female Jeff, with a touch of himself? Let's find out shall we? No OC love at the moment

Disclaimer: I wish I owned them. I only own my own characters!

A/N: I hope you guys like this! Enjoy!

The Beginning
(normal pov)

Taylor Smith was standing in her kitchen, starting supper, when she heard the first riff. The riff, being from her daughter who was starting to play her guitar in her room.

If she was going to play it loud, Taylor made her go to the garage or basement, as not to disturb the neighbors.

Taylor glanced up at the ceiling, right where her daughter's bedroom was. She smiled as she thought of her daughter.

She was beautiful (okay, so maybe all mother's thought that of their kids, but Taylor couldn't help but think her kid was beautiful), smart, talented, a sarcastic smart-mouth, a bit of a trouble maker, someone who stood up for what she believed in, a good person and all in all was someone that would be a great friend to have (at least to Taylor).

She knew which song her daughter was playing, since it was from her favorite band and she had played it before.

Breaking Benjamin's 'Phase'.

Upstairs

Willow Smith was sitting on her dark blue blanket covered bed, playing her electric guitar.

At 14 she was 5'5 1/3, had dark brown hair (turning black) that was short and normally she'd have her bangs sweeping over one eye (right), and dark brown eyes.

Right then she was in socks, with a black and red Happy Bunny that said, "Get Away Before I Kill You" on it in red, black baggy sweats, a black long selve shirt, with thumb holes for her thumbs and it said on it in red, "Pissing Me Off Is Bad" and on the back it said, "You Might Wanna Run Now".

To Willow, she was ugly (but there were times, she thought she was okay looking), smart (she was good at History (like for Greek, Egypt, Native Americans and such), Creative Writing, Art, Music, Science and that was pretty much it.), not talented (no matter what her friends and mom said, she would still think that), she knew she was sarcastic, a smart-mouth and trouble maker. And someone who stood up for herself and things she believed in, most of the time.

Willow stopped strumming for a bit and brushed back her bangs, outta her eyes.

She sat her guitar to the side and stood up, stretching and headed out of her room, downstairs.

She passed the living room, heading into the kitchen. She looked at her mother, who didn't notice her yet.

To Willow, her mother was the most beautiful woman ever, she was smart, funny, a great friend, a good mother and could hang out with Willow like a friend, but was still her mom.

Her mom had light honey brown hair (the kind if the light hit it right, it looked blond almost) mid shoulder length, and honey brown eyes.

Her mom was turning on the little boom box on the counter. They had a stereo in the living room (it played, tapes, CDs and radio), a boom box in the kitchen (tapes, CDs and radio), a stereo in each of their rooms (tapes, CDs and radio) and then a shower FM radio in the shower. They both loved music, and not a day went by that they didn't listen to music at all.

Willow heard the starting sounds of her mom's Jon Bon Jovi CD, 'Have A Nice Day'. It was starting to play the song, 'Have A Nice Day'.

Taylor who didn't see her daughter, started to hum and dance a bit.

"Hey, mom. Need help?" Willow asked, surprising Taylor and making her jump.

"Willow!" Taylor exclaimed, with a chuckle. She paused the boom box. "Yeah, you can help me cut up things, warm up things, ya know, whatever needs to be done."

"You mean, do your job for you?" Willow asked, with a 'hmmm' sound.

"Would I ask you to do that?" Taylor asked, with a innocent look Willow gave her a look that said, 'you know you would'. Taylor sighed, defeated. "Okay, so I might ask you to do everything, but hey! I would help."

"Yeah, after I'd annoy you."

Taylor stuck her tongue out at Willow. "Oh, hush your mouth."

Willow chuckled. "What's on the menu?"

"Chicken, fried rice, green beans and...for desert...ice cream."

"Oooh, a meal fit for a queen and a princess."

"And that's exactly why we're cooking that!"Taylor laughed. "We're the queen and princess of this here castle!"

Willow laughed and nodded.

Taylor grinned and hit play on the boom box as her and Willow start to cook supper. They then started to sing and dance to the song.

Why, you wanna tell me how to live my life?
Who, are you to tell me if it's black or white?
Mama, can you hear me? try to understand.
Is innocence the difference between a boy and a man.
My daddy lived a lie, it's just the price that he paid.
Sacrificed his life, just slaving away.

Taylor grabbed two wooden spoons, handing one to Willow. They both started to sing into the spoons and dance.

Oh, if there is one thing I hang on to,
That gets me through the night.
I ain't gonna do what I don't want to,
I'm gonna live my life.
Shining like a diamond, rolling with the dice,
Standing on the ledge and
show the wind how to fly.
When the world gets in my FACE,
I say, Have A Nice Day.
Have A Nice Day-ay-ay

Take a look around you, nothinǵs what it seems
We're living in a broken home of hopes and dreams,
Let me be the first to shake a helping hand.
Anybody, brave enough to take a stand,
I've knocked on every door, on every dead-end street,
Looking for forgiveness and what's left to believe

Oh, if there is one thing I hang on to,
That gets me through the night.
I ain't gonna do what I don't want to,
I'm gonna live my life.
Shining like a diamond, rolling with the dice,
Standing on the ledge, and show the wind how to fly.
When the world gets in my face,
I say, Have A Nice Day
Have A Nice Day-ay-ay.
(Guitar Solo)

During the guitar solo, Willow started to play air guitar.


Oh oh , if there is one thing I hang onto,
That gets me through the night.
I ain't gonna do what I don't want to,
I'm gonna live my life.
Shining like a diamond, rolling with the dice,
Standing on the ledge,and show the wind how to fly.
When the world gets in my face,
I say, Have A Nice Day.
Have A Nice Day-ay-ay.
(in the background)
(Have A Nice Day)

When The world keeps trying to drag me down,
Gotta raise my hands, gonna stand my ground.
I say, hey, Have A Nice Day-ay-ay.
Have A Nice Day!

Taylor and Willow fell into laughter, having to grab the counter, so they wouldn't fall to the floor.

Right then, Willow in the back of her head, couldn't help but think how lucky she was. She had a great mom. Even if her father wasn't around and she didn't have that many friends, or she didn't have a lot of friends or whatever. She was just lucky to have her mom.

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