"What are you doing?" Connor asked coming in and seeing Tomorrow in front
of the TV eating popcorn.
"Watching our dads fight in the basement."
"Huh"
"My dad setup a camera system all over the house. One of the many reasons why I won't have sex in this house, but they're fighting over your training. Apparently, your dad doesn't think my dad is doing a good job. So, my dad is trying to prove him wrong by beating him up."
"Shouldn't we stop them?"
"Nah, they can take care of themselves. Besides mom already left saying something about testosterone poisoning, but I think of it as an educational tool. You never know when we're going to have to take one of them down. And don't tell me we never will, because your dad took you down about a week ago."
"This wasn't on during the training sessions last week, was it?"
"Why nervous?"
"No" Connor said really worriedly, "it's just some of that stuff is stupid."
"Right and footage of my father and my boyfriend taking about me and commenting on how asinine cheerleading has taken over my valuable training time. Can in no way get both of them in trouble. Oh and I loved how right after that the boyfriend in question used one of the moves I created from all that time I wasted cheerleading."
"You were spying on us."
"No I was at practice, but I wasn't about to let you two sit down there for three hours alone together without someway of finding out what happened. I taped it. It was self-preservation."
"Right. You were just scared what I was going to tell him."
"Please I'm dad's little angel there is nothing you could say to ruin that."
"How about Max?"
"You wouldn't"
"Oh I so would."
"No you wouldn't, because it would be admitting that a guy got to me first and your ego isn't strong enough for that."
"Hey are our dads laughing" Connor said looking back to the TV.
"Yeah and you're being attacked." Tomorrow laughed starting an intense tickle fight.
"Watching our dads fight in the basement."
"Huh"
"My dad setup a camera system all over the house. One of the many reasons why I won't have sex in this house, but they're fighting over your training. Apparently, your dad doesn't think my dad is doing a good job. So, my dad is trying to prove him wrong by beating him up."
"Shouldn't we stop them?"
"Nah, they can take care of themselves. Besides mom already left saying something about testosterone poisoning, but I think of it as an educational tool. You never know when we're going to have to take one of them down. And don't tell me we never will, because your dad took you down about a week ago."
"This wasn't on during the training sessions last week, was it?"
"Why nervous?"
"No" Connor said really worriedly, "it's just some of that stuff is stupid."
"Right and footage of my father and my boyfriend taking about me and commenting on how asinine cheerleading has taken over my valuable training time. Can in no way get both of them in trouble. Oh and I loved how right after that the boyfriend in question used one of the moves I created from all that time I wasted cheerleading."
"You were spying on us."
"No I was at practice, but I wasn't about to let you two sit down there for three hours alone together without someway of finding out what happened. I taped it. It was self-preservation."
"Right. You were just scared what I was going to tell him."
"Please I'm dad's little angel there is nothing you could say to ruin that."
"How about Max?"
"You wouldn't"
"Oh I so would."
"No you wouldn't, because it would be admitting that a guy got to me first and your ego isn't strong enough for that."
"Hey are our dads laughing" Connor said looking back to the TV.
"Yeah and you're being attacked." Tomorrow laughed starting an intense tickle fight.