"And our friends are all on board. Many more of them live next door." Yellow Submarine, the Beatles -Dasey-
Yellow Submarine, 2:36
"Your mom's looking at me funny," Todd mutters to the girl next to him.
"Get used to it, kid," Derek hisses at him with a smile.
"I think it's the hair," the six year old Dustin comments. "It's purple. That's awesome."
"It's not that," his father argues.
"Would you stop?" Julia Venturi protests, arms crossed.
Todd smiles at the teenage girl. "Sorry."
Derek's wife comes over with the lasagna, and sets it on the table. "Casey. Sit. It's fine."
She sighs, and sits beside him. "So, Todd."
"Ma'am."
Casey smiles tightly. "What's your last name again?"
"Stone, Mrs. Venturi."
Her jaw drops. "Um. Is your dad's name Trevor?"
"Yeah."
Julia looks to her mother. "Mom?"
"I… we," she looks to Derek, "went to school with him."
"Really? You'll have to come over sometime."
"Todd!" the girl beside him hisses, with a glare.
"So?" Dustin questions. "Dad, why is it?"
Derek grimaces at his son's bad timing. "It's the leather jacket."
His daughter looks at her boyfriend's black jacket. "What?"
"Your father," Casey laughs, "had one just like it. That's when I knew."
"Knew you loved me?"
"No, Derek. I knew it was the beginning of the end."
He snorts, and kisses her.
"Stop it!" Julia snaps. "I have a guest!"
"That," Derek adds, "and the fact that Julia's like her mother. And, you remind Casey of me. I guess."
"A dangerous combination," Casey agrees.
"Mom! Dad-dy!"