Good news everyone! After some extensive searching by the world's best
private investigators, my muse was found sunning herself on a beach in
Morocco. She was severely beaten and given a stern talking-to. She was
chained back next to my computer, and is one again being forced to work by
that evil slave driver, moi.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but a pair of jeans and a tattered copy of The Divine Secrets of The Ya-Ya Sisterhood by Rebecca Wells (I love that book!)
Chapter 2: Andrew
"We're WHAT?!"
Andy slammed the refrigerator door shut and stared at his mother with incredulous eyes, while she continued to calmly mince tomatoes.
"Don't use that tone of voice with me young man. And don't slam the fridge door. It might break."
Andrew's father appeared, clutching the TV remote in one hand.
"What in god's name is going on in here?"
"Nothing dear. I was simply telling Andrew that I've invited the Lesters over for dinner."
"Is that all?"
Mr. Clarke turned and faced Andy. Andy could feel a tirade coming the way farmers can sense a storm.
"Andy, you have to learn that your actions have consequences. Take last week's meet for example. You skipped practice once, and you almost blew it. Now, you tape some kids-"
"Dad, we all know what happened."
"Andrew's right, dear. We've covered what happened between Andrew and Larry long enough."
Mr. Clarke shrugged.
"It doesn't make a difference. You screwed around, you got caught, and now you have to pay the price."
Mr. Clarke went back into the living room, and settled himself into the folds of the sofa, where he continued to watch TV.
Mrs. Clarke finished slicing the tomatoes and swept them into a bowl.
"Andrew, would you please hand me that lettuce over there?"
As Andy brought over the lettuce he let out a long groan of frustration.
"Now, what on earth is that for?"
"Mom."
"Yes?"
"There's this party tonight and I was hoping to ask a.a girl I met."
Mrs. Clarke smiled into the mixed salad.
"Oh? And who is she?"
Andrew paused. It was a safe bet his mom wouldn't recognize Alison if only her first name was revealed. But the whole of the Shermer, Illinois upper- class community knew Alison Reynolds as the girl barricaded herself into the storeroom of the A&P because a clerk let two adults in front of her in line.
"She's just.a girl I met recently."
To Andy's stunned surprise, his mother began to nod her head.
"Well, I have no objection to that-"
Andy's eyes widened in surprise. His parents hardly ever let him go to parties, considering how they thought, "Late nights of girls, beer, and drugs are more than certain to screw up your game."
"Provided you take Larry with you."
A/N: Je sais, c'est tres short. Mais Allison and John will be coming up soon. (By the way, my muse lives off of reviews, so the more I get, the faster she writes! I'm so pathetic!)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but a pair of jeans and a tattered copy of The Divine Secrets of The Ya-Ya Sisterhood by Rebecca Wells (I love that book!)
Chapter 2: Andrew
"We're WHAT?!"
Andy slammed the refrigerator door shut and stared at his mother with incredulous eyes, while she continued to calmly mince tomatoes.
"Don't use that tone of voice with me young man. And don't slam the fridge door. It might break."
Andrew's father appeared, clutching the TV remote in one hand.
"What in god's name is going on in here?"
"Nothing dear. I was simply telling Andrew that I've invited the Lesters over for dinner."
"Is that all?"
Mr. Clarke turned and faced Andy. Andy could feel a tirade coming the way farmers can sense a storm.
"Andy, you have to learn that your actions have consequences. Take last week's meet for example. You skipped practice once, and you almost blew it. Now, you tape some kids-"
"Dad, we all know what happened."
"Andrew's right, dear. We've covered what happened between Andrew and Larry long enough."
Mr. Clarke shrugged.
"It doesn't make a difference. You screwed around, you got caught, and now you have to pay the price."
Mr. Clarke went back into the living room, and settled himself into the folds of the sofa, where he continued to watch TV.
Mrs. Clarke finished slicing the tomatoes and swept them into a bowl.
"Andrew, would you please hand me that lettuce over there?"
As Andy brought over the lettuce he let out a long groan of frustration.
"Now, what on earth is that for?"
"Mom."
"Yes?"
"There's this party tonight and I was hoping to ask a.a girl I met."
Mrs. Clarke smiled into the mixed salad.
"Oh? And who is she?"
Andrew paused. It was a safe bet his mom wouldn't recognize Alison if only her first name was revealed. But the whole of the Shermer, Illinois upper- class community knew Alison Reynolds as the girl barricaded herself into the storeroom of the A&P because a clerk let two adults in front of her in line.
"She's just.a girl I met recently."
To Andy's stunned surprise, his mother began to nod her head.
"Well, I have no objection to that-"
Andy's eyes widened in surprise. His parents hardly ever let him go to parties, considering how they thought, "Late nights of girls, beer, and drugs are more than certain to screw up your game."
"Provided you take Larry with you."
A/N: Je sais, c'est tres short. Mais Allison and John will be coming up soon. (By the way, my muse lives off of reviews, so the more I get, the faster she writes! I'm so pathetic!)