Ellie briskly ushered in the hulking boy named Jerry into her home, trying her hardest to not cringe at his presence. They had been grouped together for school and had effectively procrastinated until the project was due in two days. Normally, Ellie never procrastinated, but she Jerry was not the most pleasant person to work with. He was obnoxious and unbelievably disrespectful; in fact, she threw a shoe at the wall when she found out he HAD to come over and work on it at her house, and not vice versa.

She tried to push him past the living room door, but he was a good foot taller than her, so he didn't budge as he openly stared at her parents. Patsy appeared to have just gotten back from a stressful birth, because she lay sprawled on the couch, her head in Delia's lap, her eyes gently closed. Delia was placidly reading a book, while she also ran her fingers through Patsy's ginger hair absentmindedly. The TV was playing a cooking show, though no one was paying attention to it. Neither seemed aware of their attendance until Jerry gave a loud "Oof!" when Ellie pinched him to go forward. Delia's head snapped up and Patsy's eyes lazily opened, and for a second they numbly perceived the rare presence of a male in their home.

(One does gloss over Ellie's closeted gay friend, Jack; Patsy and Delia being the only adults he's come out to.)

"Uh, hi, mum, mam," Ellie hissed through gritted teeth, still trying to shove Jerry forward, "This is Jerry, he's here so we can work on a project for school." And with that, Ellie successfully managed to shove him forward.

"What the hell is his problem?" Patsy muttered, stretching and readjusting herself on Delia's lap.

"He looks like a Dick Johnson," Delia said bitterly, still staring at where the boy just stood.

Patsy raised her eyebrows at the insult from way back in college.

"He's here for a school project," Patsy said peacefully.

"Hmphf," Delia huffed, returning her hand to Patsy's tresses, making the ginger smile contentedly.

There was a pause before Patsy added evilly, "We'll give 'em an hour, then we'll go snooping."

Delia chuckled.

Horrified at how he literally just stood and gawked at her parents, Ellie was swift to throw him in her room and partially close the door. Jerry had a weird smile on his face, as if he found something extremely amusing.

"Wow," he said, "I've never seen them in their natural habitat."

"Their…what?!" Ellie repeated shrilly, not believing her ears.

"You know, lesbians," Jerry continued, "They're so…touchy."

Ellie gaped at her schoolmate. Her parents weren't doing anything graphic, it wasn't like they were freaking groping each other or fornicating on the living room floor. They were in their own home, and they were just relaxing after a long day!

Sadly, it got worse.

Ellie ignored what he said, having nothing to really say in response, and began laying out the needed materials for poster making. She opened up her textbook to the chapter they were reviewing, and looked up expectantly at Jerry.

The boy leaned in closer.

"Do you ever wonder," he breathed dramatically, a glint in his eye, "How on earth they manage to have sex?"

Ellie's jaw dropped.

The very fact that this boy had the indecency to ask her how her parents pleasured themselves was beyond her. On top of that, was he really not able to think that through by himself?!

Ellie slowly stood up.

"Get. Out."

"What?" Jerry asked, looking aggravatingly bewildered.

"Get. Out."

"Calm down Ellie, I was just wondering!"

It's safe to assume this is where Ellie lost her temper.

The nearly sixteen year old girl grabbed Jerry's collar and snarled, "Well, don't hurt yourself thinking about it too hard on your way home!"

And she them pulled him up and shoved him out, escorting him out of her house in a much easier fashion than dragging him in. She then slammed the door shut and locked it.

Patsy lurched up on the couch, having seen Ellie shove the boy out the door.

"That's a world record," Patsy announced, "I don't think I would ever have gotten a man out of my bedroom THAT fast! How long was it, Deels?"

The brunette made a show of looking at her wrist watch.

"Ten minutes!" Delia said, laughter in her eyes. The two women turned expectantly towards their daughter, inviting her in to laugh along with them. Their smiles faded, though, when Ellie suddenly burst into tears.

"Oh, cariad," Delia exclaimed, jumping up to placate her daughter, Patsy rushing up soon after.

"I've got this whole bloody project to do all by myself," Ellie wept.

Patsy shared a look with Delia.

"I'll put the coffee on," Patsy surrendered.

"I'll get the markers and stencils," Delia sighed.