Disclaimer: Still don't own; never will.
Frankie and Cosette were the new thing. Cozette changed her clothes multiple times without carrying anything around and then showed up with a picnic basket with wine.
"Isn' that illegal?"
"And that's Mitch Alvarado. How does she already know Mitch Alvorado?" Ginny inquired.
"I've gone to school with Mitch Alvarado since kindergarten, and I still haven't met Mitch Alvarado!"Boo commented.
Carl snuck up behind them and poked boo in the waist. "Hey!"
"So are we still on for Thursday? My mom wants to know."
"What?"
"You're meeting my parents, remember? We set this up before I went to camp. Oh, and I have something for you in my locker." They walked to his locker, and he pulled out the bow and arrows he made while "everyone else was fornicating" according to his accounts of camp.
The date was disastrous even with Michelle's advice. His mother criticized everything and insisted they ordered a ton of food. His trip to her house was a little better although her father left for the fire house and chicken parm while only telling Carl.
"So, where do I dump my stuff?" Scotty asked Michelle.
"The guest room, duh! So, why are you here this time?"
"Things got a little crazy, and I left her at the altar. Not a huge English speaker."
"What is it about us and the opposite gender? We don't have good track records. I had the worst luck with men before Hubbell, and you… that's wife number what now?"
"Four. And you know I can't go home. Mom and Dad would kill me if they knew."
"They weren't happy with my choices either, but once Mom started acting like Grandma, I had to pull the plug. I still e-mail Dad though. And no, I will not go out drinking with you to find the next one. In case you haven't noticed, I can't."
"Oh, yah, congratulations! What are you having?"
"We don't know yet."
Scotty stayed for a few more days then headed out, explaining he could not carry on the tradition if his event buddy wasn't capable of doing anything.
Sasha walked up the steps to Michelle's room.
"She gave me the keys!" She wailed. "Dad's moving in with his new friend, and she's going back to LA. This is home. I can't leave! The dance studio's here, my friends are here! Help!"
"Come here." Michelle patted the unoccupied side of the bed. Sasha climbed in and snuggled up to Michelle.
"It'll be okay; we'll figure something out. Hey, wait, I have an idea, but we'll have to get Hubbell involved. How would you like to be a big sister?"
"What?"
"Well, your parents are finally splitting and living their own lifestyles; you want to stay here. The choice is obvious. We can adopt you."
"Well, we are old enough to be her biological parents. I see no reason why we can't. Then we can also keep an eye on her, although it will probably be weird for her to start calling Mom 'Grandma'. The Torreses should have never been parents."