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"Hey hun. Couldn't stand Grandma's anymore?"
"No, I wore the pointy-toed shoes." I go to the hall closet looking for some clothes that could fit Tristan.
"Ah. Cute but good for light use only."
"Yeah."
"How did you get home?" Uh-oh.
"Uh... actually I ran into someone I knew."
"Really, who?"
"Tristan."
"Tristan, Tristan... I don't remember- wait. Spawn of Satan, Bible Boy, shipped off to military school Tristan!?"
"The one and only." I find some old sweatpants of my dad's and an oversized T-shirt in the closet. I hand them to Tristan and motion to the bathroom. I hope it's clean.
"And you got into a car with him?"
"The pointy-toed shoes. And he was being nice."
"They always are."
"Ummm, mom?"
"Yes, daughter of mine?"
"Well, you see, it's pouring outside..."
"So I noticed."
"And, um, it's really bad for driving"
"He's there, isn't he."
"Well, I couldn't just let him go home in this. You can hardly see two feet in front of you."
"I know. Just make sure he behaves. And send him home as soon as the storm breaks."
"I will. Well, I'm going to order pizza now"
"Kay. There's money in the monkey jar. I'll probably stay the night here because someone has to watch the plumbers. It's a mess, water everywhere."
"Okay, I'll talk to you later."
"Love you"
"Love you too" she hung up. Well, at least she didn't seem too mad.
Tristan walked out of the bathroom. The clothes actually fit him fairly well; they were a little big, but they would work.
"My mom's stuck at the inn. Something about a pipe leaking or something. It's a mess. She said to behave yourself."
"Always." There's the smirk again. He actually has been behaving for most of the night. Military school must have done him some good.
"Uh, put your clothes in this basket. I'm gonna order the pizza now."
"Okay. Are you sure the pizza guy should be driving in this weather?"
"Please, Bob delivered pizza through the blizzard of '99. He'll survive." I start to dial.
"Hello, Pete's Pizza, what can I get for you?"
"One large pizza with everything."
"Delivery or pick-up?" Um, hello? Have you seen the weather?
"Delivery."
"Name?"
"Gilmore"
"Oh, okay. Bob will be there in about... twenty minutes."
"Thanks" Not too bad. "Twenty minutes."
"Okay." I really need to get out of these clothes now.
"Uh, the living room is this way." Where is the remote? Wait, I think I saw it while I was looking for the phone. Aha! "Here's the remote, I'm going to go change."
"Sure I can't come?"
"Hmm... yeah, positive." I said, mock-thoughtfully. He pouted. I glared back.
"Hey hun. Couldn't stand Grandma's anymore?"
"No, I wore the pointy-toed shoes." I go to the hall closet looking for some clothes that could fit Tristan.
"Ah. Cute but good for light use only."
"Yeah."
"How did you get home?" Uh-oh.
"Uh... actually I ran into someone I knew."
"Really, who?"
"Tristan."
"Tristan, Tristan... I don't remember- wait. Spawn of Satan, Bible Boy, shipped off to military school Tristan!?"
"The one and only." I find some old sweatpants of my dad's and an oversized T-shirt in the closet. I hand them to Tristan and motion to the bathroom. I hope it's clean.
"And you got into a car with him?"
"The pointy-toed shoes. And he was being nice."
"They always are."
"Ummm, mom?"
"Yes, daughter of mine?"
"Well, you see, it's pouring outside..."
"So I noticed."
"And, um, it's really bad for driving"
"He's there, isn't he."
"Well, I couldn't just let him go home in this. You can hardly see two feet in front of you."
"I know. Just make sure he behaves. And send him home as soon as the storm breaks."
"I will. Well, I'm going to order pizza now"
"Kay. There's money in the monkey jar. I'll probably stay the night here because someone has to watch the plumbers. It's a mess, water everywhere."
"Okay, I'll talk to you later."
"Love you"
"Love you too" she hung up. Well, at least she didn't seem too mad.
Tristan walked out of the bathroom. The clothes actually fit him fairly well; they were a little big, but they would work.
"My mom's stuck at the inn. Something about a pipe leaking or something. It's a mess. She said to behave yourself."
"Always." There's the smirk again. He actually has been behaving for most of the night. Military school must have done him some good.
"Uh, put your clothes in this basket. I'm gonna order the pizza now."
"Okay. Are you sure the pizza guy should be driving in this weather?"
"Please, Bob delivered pizza through the blizzard of '99. He'll survive." I start to dial.
"Hello, Pete's Pizza, what can I get for you?"
"One large pizza with everything."
"Delivery or pick-up?" Um, hello? Have you seen the weather?
"Delivery."
"Name?"
"Gilmore"
"Oh, okay. Bob will be there in about... twenty minutes."
"Thanks" Not too bad. "Twenty minutes."
"Okay." I really need to get out of these clothes now.
"Uh, the living room is this way." Where is the remote? Wait, I think I saw it while I was looking for the phone. Aha! "Here's the remote, I'm going to go change."
"Sure I can't come?"
"Hmm... yeah, positive." I said, mock-thoughtfully. He pouted. I glared back.