I am sorry it took me so long to update! I will try to get them up faster if anyone is interested
By the time Eric got home, he was soaking wet. His mother fussed over him, taking his wet jacket straight off of his arms, and putting a kettle on the stove to boil water for tea. Red rolled his eyes, called Eric a pansy, and was promptly shooed out of the kitchen by Kitty.
"So you saw Hyde safely home?" Kitty asked as she needlessly adjusted the blanket she had draped over her son's shoulders.
Eric snorted. "What home?"
"Now, now, don't be like that." Kitty laughed nervously. "I'm sure wherever he is staying now is just lovely."
"He's sleeping on the floor of the fotohut, mom, how is that lovely?"
"Well, it's…it's just…HAHA." Kitty patted Eric on the arm and went to pour some water into a cup. Eric rolled his eyes.
"Don't roll your eyes," Red scolded, walking into the kitchen and hitting Eric on the arm. "You show some manners in my house."
"Hyde always showed you manners," Eric mumbled under his breath.
"What was that, boy?" Red demanded.
"Nothing."Red nodded. "No. You know what? Not nothing. It sucks that you kicked Hyde out. Yeah, pot is bad. We get it. But he had nowhere else to go. It's not fair."
"Eric, be quiet," Kitty whispered from the stove.
Red's eyes narrowed. "I took him in off the streets, and he brought that stuff into my house. I gave him a chance and he blew it. End of story."
But Eric was unusually dogged. "So now he's back on the street. Like these last few months didn't happen?"
"Yes."
Eric looked like he was going to argue, but Kitty intervened. She placed a steaming cup of tea in his hands and ushered him to the stairs. "Now you go on up and dry and warm. You don't want to catch a cold. HAHA. "
"Hyde can't get dry and warm," Eric replied, though he sounded less angry and allowed his mother to lead him away.
"Well Steven's not a pansy," Red yelled after him.