CJ had stayed up nearly all night, trying to figure out what to say to
Kate, Hogan's stepmother. What was there to say? 'Hey I think you're a
lousy parent?' CJ shook that out of her head. She knew she couldn't say
that.
Hogan woke up to the smell of pancakes. She sat up quickly, for she knew her aunt couldn't cook. A small smile crept on to her face. She got out of bed and walked into the kitchen, only to see CJ sitting at the table and Simon...cooking.
"Hey, sleepy head," CJ said when she saw Hogan.
"Morning, Aunt CJ." Hogan walked to the table and sat down next to CJ. "How long has he been here?"
"Well, he never left..."
Hogan raised her eyebrows. "Oh?" She looked up at Simon. "Good thing you're here."
Simon turned to face Hogan. "And why is that?"
"Well, I don't think I could eat anything that Aunt CJ cooked." She saw the look in CJ's eyes and laughed.
"What is so funny," CJ asked when she saw not only Hogan laughing, but Simon as well.
"I can't believe she said that," Simon said as he flipped the pancakes once more.
"I'm going to go get dressed," Hogan said as she rose from her chair.
"What about breakfast," CJ asked.
"I'll eat when I come back." She rushed out of the room.
Simon brought the now finished pancakes to the table. "So what are you going to tell her?"
She looked up at him. "You just have to ruin everything, don't you?"
"CJ, I'm just trying to--"
"I know, I know. I stayed up all night, trying to figure out what the right thing to say was. I never came up with a good answer. I mean, what do you say to someone who isn't being a good parent? 'Hey you suck at being a parent?'"
He shrugged. "Well, I don't know if I would use those exact words, but that sounds about right." He sighed, "CJ I know you know what the right thing to do is. It has to come from here." He gestured to his heart.
She nodded, "Why do you always have to be right?"
"I don't know, it's in my blood I guess." He smirked.
"Shut up." She laughed quietly. "What do I say to Hogan though? She doesn't even know that I know."
"Well, there's something else you'll have to figure out."
"Gee, you're such a help," she said sarcastically.
"Thank you." He put two pancakes on CJ's plate and two on his own and the two started to eat.
A few minutes later, Hogan emerged from her room. "Back." She sat down at the table and took a pancake and set it on her plate, but didn't eat it. Instead, she just kept poking her fork in it.
"You all right," CJ asked when she noticed Hogan's obvious lack of appetite.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah. I'm fine." She took a small bite of her breakfast.
CJ decided not to pursue the issue any further. She knew what was really wrong. "So, what do you think of me taking you home at around 1:00 today?"
"I guess." She said flatly.
CJ turned to Simon who simply nodded. 'What is that supposed to mean,' she thought to herself.
"I think I'll go put my dress back in the garment bag I brought." Hogan excused herself from the table, having eaten only a fourth of her breakfast and went into her room and closed the door.
CJ turned to Simon. "What do I do now?"
TBC...
Hogan woke up to the smell of pancakes. She sat up quickly, for she knew her aunt couldn't cook. A small smile crept on to her face. She got out of bed and walked into the kitchen, only to see CJ sitting at the table and Simon...cooking.
"Hey, sleepy head," CJ said when she saw Hogan.
"Morning, Aunt CJ." Hogan walked to the table and sat down next to CJ. "How long has he been here?"
"Well, he never left..."
Hogan raised her eyebrows. "Oh?" She looked up at Simon. "Good thing you're here."
Simon turned to face Hogan. "And why is that?"
"Well, I don't think I could eat anything that Aunt CJ cooked." She saw the look in CJ's eyes and laughed.
"What is so funny," CJ asked when she saw not only Hogan laughing, but Simon as well.
"I can't believe she said that," Simon said as he flipped the pancakes once more.
"I'm going to go get dressed," Hogan said as she rose from her chair.
"What about breakfast," CJ asked.
"I'll eat when I come back." She rushed out of the room.
Simon brought the now finished pancakes to the table. "So what are you going to tell her?"
She looked up at him. "You just have to ruin everything, don't you?"
"CJ, I'm just trying to--"
"I know, I know. I stayed up all night, trying to figure out what the right thing to say was. I never came up with a good answer. I mean, what do you say to someone who isn't being a good parent? 'Hey you suck at being a parent?'"
He shrugged. "Well, I don't know if I would use those exact words, but that sounds about right." He sighed, "CJ I know you know what the right thing to do is. It has to come from here." He gestured to his heart.
She nodded, "Why do you always have to be right?"
"I don't know, it's in my blood I guess." He smirked.
"Shut up." She laughed quietly. "What do I say to Hogan though? She doesn't even know that I know."
"Well, there's something else you'll have to figure out."
"Gee, you're such a help," she said sarcastically.
"Thank you." He put two pancakes on CJ's plate and two on his own and the two started to eat.
A few minutes later, Hogan emerged from her room. "Back." She sat down at the table and took a pancake and set it on her plate, but didn't eat it. Instead, she just kept poking her fork in it.
"You all right," CJ asked when she noticed Hogan's obvious lack of appetite.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah. I'm fine." She took a small bite of her breakfast.
CJ decided not to pursue the issue any further. She knew what was really wrong. "So, what do you think of me taking you home at around 1:00 today?"
"I guess." She said flatly.
CJ turned to Simon who simply nodded. 'What is that supposed to mean,' she thought to herself.
"I think I'll go put my dress back in the garment bag I brought." Hogan excused herself from the table, having eaten only a fourth of her breakfast and went into her room and closed the door.
CJ turned to Simon. "What do I do now?"
TBC...