They had planned to clean Ephram's room. Really, they had. But when two
people in love are in a room, alone, with one another, cleaning was
probably the last thing on either of their minds. They had begun to kiss
one another, slowly and passionately, yet heated and hot at the same time.
It was the kind of kiss that people dream about. The kind of kiss that one
yearns for all their life. This kind of kiss was only found with true love.
Ephram pulled away. "We can't, Mads. We can't risk it again! Delia will be home soon, and I definitely do not want a sequel to this nightmare."
"I ketch your drift..." Madison winked and suggested they go downstairs and start making dinner. "I know my parents used to take bad news better on a nice full stomach." Madison said. Ephram gave a warm laugh and followed Madison.
They were in the kitchen taking out ingredients, when Delia came in. Without making eye contact with either of them, Delia managed to spit out that she was going upstairs to do some homework. As she walked up the stairs, she heard Madison ask Ephram if Delia's face was a normal shade.
"It was so red it was almost purple! I feel terrible. I don't think she will ever be able to look me in the eye again! Or you for that matter..." Madison put her head in her hands.
Ephram pulled her hands away from her face and kissed them gently. "Don't worry; she'll get over it with time. Let's go cook up one hell of a meal." Both giggling, they started to cook.
About half an hour later, Andy walked in to a house filled with wonderful smells.
"Honey! I'm home!" Dr. Brown always imitated Fred Flinstone. He thought it was hysterical. Apparently, no one else thought so, for he didn't get any responses. As he walked into the kitchen he heard Ephram and Madison laughing. They sounded so happy he couldn't help but smile. He made a mental note to question them later.
"Hello, you two. Madison, I didn't realize you would be here!" At her look of embarrassment and nervousness he realized he had probably sounded like he didn't want her here. He didn't, but she couldn't know that. "Don't look like that! I'm happy to have someone around here who can cook!" Madison gave a slight smile. "Where's Del?"
"Uh, she's upstairs. She – she – she's fine. Don't worry. Nothin' to worry about." Ephram stuttered. Andy gave him a puzzled look and went upstairs.
Andy knocked on Delia's door. "Come in." Andy opened the door and Delia was sitting at her desk doing homework. "You okay, Del?" "Yea, um, I'm fine!" Andy thought she sounded a little weird. She wasn't her usual bubbly self. Her face was still tinted red from embarrassment. Luckily, Dr. Brown didn't notice. What he did notice, though, was that Ephram's door was open. And what else he noticed, was that Madison and Ephram were downstairs. He took this time upon himself to investigate.
Looking around his desk, he found nothing suspicious. He looked at his sheets, found some questionable stains, but ignored them. Nothing was on the floor, either. Just when Andy was about to go downstairs and proclaim his son the best ever, he saw Ephram's sock drawer was open. Curiosity got the best of him and he peered inside.
Andy walked into the kitchen, hands behind his back.
Ephram pulled away. "We can't, Mads. We can't risk it again! Delia will be home soon, and I definitely do not want a sequel to this nightmare."
"I ketch your drift..." Madison winked and suggested they go downstairs and start making dinner. "I know my parents used to take bad news better on a nice full stomach." Madison said. Ephram gave a warm laugh and followed Madison.
They were in the kitchen taking out ingredients, when Delia came in. Without making eye contact with either of them, Delia managed to spit out that she was going upstairs to do some homework. As she walked up the stairs, she heard Madison ask Ephram if Delia's face was a normal shade.
"It was so red it was almost purple! I feel terrible. I don't think she will ever be able to look me in the eye again! Or you for that matter..." Madison put her head in her hands.
Ephram pulled her hands away from her face and kissed them gently. "Don't worry; she'll get over it with time. Let's go cook up one hell of a meal." Both giggling, they started to cook.
About half an hour later, Andy walked in to a house filled with wonderful smells.
"Honey! I'm home!" Dr. Brown always imitated Fred Flinstone. He thought it was hysterical. Apparently, no one else thought so, for he didn't get any responses. As he walked into the kitchen he heard Ephram and Madison laughing. They sounded so happy he couldn't help but smile. He made a mental note to question them later.
"Hello, you two. Madison, I didn't realize you would be here!" At her look of embarrassment and nervousness he realized he had probably sounded like he didn't want her here. He didn't, but she couldn't know that. "Don't look like that! I'm happy to have someone around here who can cook!" Madison gave a slight smile. "Where's Del?"
"Uh, she's upstairs. She – she – she's fine. Don't worry. Nothin' to worry about." Ephram stuttered. Andy gave him a puzzled look and went upstairs.
Andy knocked on Delia's door. "Come in." Andy opened the door and Delia was sitting at her desk doing homework. "You okay, Del?" "Yea, um, I'm fine!" Andy thought she sounded a little weird. She wasn't her usual bubbly self. Her face was still tinted red from embarrassment. Luckily, Dr. Brown didn't notice. What he did notice, though, was that Ephram's door was open. And what else he noticed, was that Madison and Ephram were downstairs. He took this time upon himself to investigate.
Looking around his desk, he found nothing suspicious. He looked at his sheets, found some questionable stains, but ignored them. Nothing was on the floor, either. Just when Andy was about to go downstairs and proclaim his son the best ever, he saw Ephram's sock drawer was open. Curiosity got the best of him and he peered inside.
Andy walked into the kitchen, hands behind his back.