Prompt 89: Work
"Wilbur, be quiet! Someone's going to -,"
"Cornelius?"
Lewis scrunched up his facial features in annoyance. He gave Wilbur, who was currently beneath him, a 'see?' look and turned his head toward the steps into his room.
"Yeah Mom?" he called.
It wasn't until they heard soft footsteps begin up the stairs did they begin their usual panicky routine. Lewis hastily threw his t-shirt back on, buttoned his pants, and ran a hand through his hair. Wilbur on the other hand, bothered with none of that and ran, still half naked, behind the dry-erase board by Lewis' desk. The blond just barely managed to throw his bed sheets over Wilbur's shirt that had remained on the bed when Lucille appeared on the landing.
She looked around, then back to her son, a baffled look on her face. "I thought I heard someone up here, sweetie."
Lewis gave her a well-practiced look of confusion. "Really? It's just me up here."
The woman looked around the room once more, shrugged, then smiled. "I must be losing it, Cornelius. I think it's a sign of too many all-nighters at the lab. Well, I guess I'll leave you be then."
"Kay Mom. Don't hurt yourself," he replied, smiling back at her. She laughed and made her way back down the stairs once more. And the moment the double doors clicked shut, Wilbur came out from his hiding spot.
Now, sometimes Lewis felt bad about lying to her, probably making her feel a little silly. This was the fourth time she'd questioned about Lewis having a visitor. But it wasn't as if he could tell her. Keeping it from her and everyone else was part of the job.
And sometimes it could be hard work.