Well, this is the first Scarecrow and Mrs. King fic I have ever written. I
hope that it passes muster. It was just meant to be a fun little piece of
fluff.
The Doors Have Ears
By Breezy Walsh
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Can't afford them, just ask my father… No profit will be made on this.
If you want to post this elsewhere, just give me the word and I'll give you the permission.
"Jaime, did you see that?" Phillip asked as he flew by his neighbor's front yard, "That 'Vette is rad!"
"Yeah! I wonder who the Petersons know that is that cool," Jaime contemplated.
"It sure isn't Ryan," the older boy laughed, "He hasn't even seen Thriller yet. He said he's too scared."
"I bet he doesn't even know who Michael Jackson is," Jaime added as the boys peddled into their driveway. They dropped their bikes on the well cared for front lawn and ran to the door.
Phillip stopped dead in his tracks. "Hang on a second, dufus," he grabbed his brother, "I think mom's talking to a man in there."
Jaime leaned in next to the door with Phillip.
"It's probably just the TV. Mom does watch it sometimes," Jaime smirked.
Phillip internalized the idea. His nose scrunched and his eyebrows crunched. Finally he nodded in the negative, "No, he just said her name. Sounds like they're fighting. Something about… Hey! He just made fun of the shirt we got mom!"
"Maybe we should just forget about getting the slide of my ear infec--" Jaime began when Phillip clapped his hand over Jaime's mouth.
"Crap!" Phillip whispered, "He just slammed the backdoor," he dragged himself and his brother into the bushes as Lee rounded the corner of the house.
Looking through the branches they both gave him the once over.
"I wonder who shoved the stick up his butt," Jaime contemplated, "I bet he drives the 'Vette."
"Why?" Phillip was still too busy sizing up the situation to be paying too much attention.
"To compensate, you know what they say about guys that drive cars like that and you just heard him yelling at Mom."
"Yeah, we should go make sure that Mom is ok. It sounds like he ripped her a new one."
"Phillip!"
"What? I'm just saying he sounded angry and Mom was upset. If I ever see him again…"
"Yeah, and Mom would kill you if she heard you say that," Jaime extricated himself from his brother and the bushes and opened the front door, "Hi Mom! You ok?"
"Hey Jaime," Amanda called from the living room, "What are you doing home?"
Phillip walked up behind her and gave her a hug, "Birdbrain forgot a slide he needed."
"Don't call your brother a birdbrain. He is not a birdbrain," she chided.
Jaime bolted down the stairs into the room, "I got it. Are you sure you're ok Mom?" He observed her posture and gave her the most comforting hug he could muster.
"Jaime, I'm fine. What do you thing is wrong?"
Both boys replied, all too eagerly, "Nothing!"
Amanda gave them both a look that sent them running for the door.
"We'll see you later. Love you!" They both called over their shoulders.
Amanda just sat and wondered how much they had seen.
The Doors Have Ears
By Breezy Walsh
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Can't afford them, just ask my father… No profit will be made on this.
If you want to post this elsewhere, just give me the word and I'll give you the permission.
"Jaime, did you see that?" Phillip asked as he flew by his neighbor's front yard, "That 'Vette is rad!"
"Yeah! I wonder who the Petersons know that is that cool," Jaime contemplated.
"It sure isn't Ryan," the older boy laughed, "He hasn't even seen Thriller yet. He said he's too scared."
"I bet he doesn't even know who Michael Jackson is," Jaime added as the boys peddled into their driveway. They dropped their bikes on the well cared for front lawn and ran to the door.
Phillip stopped dead in his tracks. "Hang on a second, dufus," he grabbed his brother, "I think mom's talking to a man in there."
Jaime leaned in next to the door with Phillip.
"It's probably just the TV. Mom does watch it sometimes," Jaime smirked.
Phillip internalized the idea. His nose scrunched and his eyebrows crunched. Finally he nodded in the negative, "No, he just said her name. Sounds like they're fighting. Something about… Hey! He just made fun of the shirt we got mom!"
"Maybe we should just forget about getting the slide of my ear infec--" Jaime began when Phillip clapped his hand over Jaime's mouth.
"Crap!" Phillip whispered, "He just slammed the backdoor," he dragged himself and his brother into the bushes as Lee rounded the corner of the house.
Looking through the branches they both gave him the once over.
"I wonder who shoved the stick up his butt," Jaime contemplated, "I bet he drives the 'Vette."
"Why?" Phillip was still too busy sizing up the situation to be paying too much attention.
"To compensate, you know what they say about guys that drive cars like that and you just heard him yelling at Mom."
"Yeah, we should go make sure that Mom is ok. It sounds like he ripped her a new one."
"Phillip!"
"What? I'm just saying he sounded angry and Mom was upset. If I ever see him again…"
"Yeah, and Mom would kill you if she heard you say that," Jaime extricated himself from his brother and the bushes and opened the front door, "Hi Mom! You ok?"
"Hey Jaime," Amanda called from the living room, "What are you doing home?"
Phillip walked up behind her and gave her a hug, "Birdbrain forgot a slide he needed."
"Don't call your brother a birdbrain. He is not a birdbrain," she chided.
Jaime bolted down the stairs into the room, "I got it. Are you sure you're ok Mom?" He observed her posture and gave her the most comforting hug he could muster.
"Jaime, I'm fine. What do you thing is wrong?"
Both boys replied, all too eagerly, "Nothing!"
Amanda gave them both a look that sent them running for the door.
"We'll see you later. Love you!" They both called over their shoulders.
Amanda just sat and wondered how much they had seen.