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Miami Shores, house, 7pm
Scott: *flips vegetables*
Lori: *steps in* Hey.
Scott: *looks back, smiles* Hey! What are you doing here?
Lori: Just wanted to see how you settled in. Brought you a plant. *lifts plant*
Scott: Thank you.
Lori: *walks in, places plant on counter* What are you cooking?
Scott: Just some vegetables.
Lori: *nods* Trying to keep healthy.
Scott: Yeah.
Lori: How much does it cost to live here, anyway?
Scott: About 500 a month.
Lori: *lifts brow* This place is a dump. *looks at Scott* Wait, do you even have 500 bucks a month?
Scott: Actually, that's what I wanted to talk to you about sometime. The account I have access to only has about 2 grand left.
Lori: Why don't we work out an allowance.
Scott: *dumps vegetables onto plate* Sure.
Lori: *looks around* Do you have a roomie?
Scott: None so far. This one just opened up.
Lori: I assume you have rules.
Scott: Yep. No drugs, of course. No unauthorized visitors, and we're responsible for the up-keep of the house.
Lori: Reasonable enough.
Scott: *leans against counter, digs fork into veggies*
Lori: What are you going to do to earn the money?
Scott: *lifts eyes* ...Excuse me?
Lori: Your allowance.
Scott: I'm not 12.
Lori: I need to know that you're going to use it for what it's intended.
Scott: I think working 16 hour days at the office qualifies me to have some of my own money.
Lori: The 6 months worth of track marks tells me otherwise.
Scott: *nods*
Lori: *steps closer* ...Why couldn't you talk to me?
Scott: *puts plate on counter* I was...scared.
Lori: *lifts brow*
Scott: Mostly of what you'd think of me.
Lori: Why?
Scott: I spent my entire life trying not to appear vulnerable. You were the one person I didn't want to see me in a state other than perfection.
Lori: *nods slowly*
Scott: I was supposed to be the stable one. Y'know?
Lori: Right.
Scott: It's stupid.
Lori: *lowers head*
Scott: I'm sorry, Lori. *places hand on Lori's cheek*
Lori: *closes eyes*
Scott: *leans in, kisses Lori's cheek*
Lori: *wraps arms around Scott*
Scott: I'm so sorry. I screwed everything up.
Lori: *nods*
Scott: I just want to make it right, I promise you I will.
Lori: We'll see what happens.
Condo, 8pm
Speed: *staring at television*
Katie: *sneaks over* ...Is she asleep?
Speed: *nods*
Katie: *smiles* Aw it's so nice to see her all peaceful and not pulling at my hair and ripping my stuff apart.
Speed: She's not that bad.
Katie: On a scale of Dominick Finch, she's about a 4 and a half.
Speed: *strokes Brook's head*
Brook: *wraps arm around Speed*
Katie: Yay! It's like she knows you!
Speed: Shh. You'll wake her.
Katie: *sits, pulls out cellphone*
Speed: What the hell are you doing?
Katie: Taking a picture. *presses buttons*
Speed: *sigh*
Katie: I'm gonna put this in my scrapbook.
Speed: You have to tell me where you're hiding that thing.
Katie: *smiles* Don't worry, all the incriminating pictures of you are hidden away just for me.
Speed: Hilarious.
Katie: She seems so comfortable with you. Hey, maybe it's one of those instinctual things.
Speed: She's probably just tired and I'm the closest pillow.
Katie: Nope. I refuse to believe that.
Speed: *nods* I'm going to take her upstairs.
Katie: *jumps up* Awesome! I love bed time. *runs away*
Speed: *picks up Brook, stands*
Bedroom
Speed: *places Brook into bed, pulls up sheets*
Brook: *hugs teddybear*
Speed: ...G'night.
Master bedroom
Katie: *throws t-shirt*
Speed: *walks in, shuts door*
Katie: *turns around* Let's have fun.
Speed: *shakes head* I'm kind of tired, I'd rather just go to sleep. *walks around bed*
Katie: What? That's not fun. That's boring.
Speed: Brook might wake up halfway through the night, it's best if we get some rest.
Katie: What happened to the Tim Speedle I married?
Speed: Alright. *claps hands together* Let's get drunk and half a fistfight.
Katie: *stares at Speed* That's not funny.
Speed: *lies in bed* Goodnight, Katie.
Katie: Ergh.
TBC...........................................
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Miami Shores, house, 7pm
Scott: *flips vegetables*
Lori: *steps in* Hey.
Scott: *looks back, smiles* Hey! What are you doing here?
Lori: Just wanted to see how you settled in. Brought you a plant. *lifts plant*
Scott: Thank you.
Lori: *walks in, places plant on counter* What are you cooking?
Scott: Just some vegetables.
Lori: *nods* Trying to keep healthy.
Scott: Yeah.
Lori: How much does it cost to live here, anyway?
Scott: About 500 a month.
Lori: *lifts brow* This place is a dump. *looks at Scott* Wait, do you even have 500 bucks a month?
Scott: Actually, that's what I wanted to talk to you about sometime. The account I have access to only has about 2 grand left.
Lori: Why don't we work out an allowance.
Scott: *dumps vegetables onto plate* Sure.
Lori: *looks around* Do you have a roomie?
Scott: None so far. This one just opened up.
Lori: I assume you have rules.
Scott: Yep. No drugs, of course. No unauthorized visitors, and we're responsible for the up-keep of the house.
Lori: Reasonable enough.
Scott: *leans against counter, digs fork into veggies*
Lori: What are you going to do to earn the money?
Scott: *lifts eyes* ...Excuse me?
Lori: Your allowance.
Scott: I'm not 12.
Lori: I need to know that you're going to use it for what it's intended.
Scott: I think working 16 hour days at the office qualifies me to have some of my own money.
Lori: The 6 months worth of track marks tells me otherwise.
Scott: *nods*
Lori: *steps closer* ...Why couldn't you talk to me?
Scott: *puts plate on counter* I was...scared.
Lori: *lifts brow*
Scott: Mostly of what you'd think of me.
Lori: Why?
Scott: I spent my entire life trying not to appear vulnerable. You were the one person I didn't want to see me in a state other than perfection.
Lori: *nods slowly*
Scott: I was supposed to be the stable one. Y'know?
Lori: Right.
Scott: It's stupid.
Lori: *lowers head*
Scott: I'm sorry, Lori. *places hand on Lori's cheek*
Lori: *closes eyes*
Scott: *leans in, kisses Lori's cheek*
Lori: *wraps arms around Scott*
Scott: I'm so sorry. I screwed everything up.
Lori: *nods*
Scott: I just want to make it right, I promise you I will.
Lori: We'll see what happens.
Condo, 8pm
Speed: *staring at television*
Katie: *sneaks over* ...Is she asleep?
Speed: *nods*
Katie: *smiles* Aw it's so nice to see her all peaceful and not pulling at my hair and ripping my stuff apart.
Speed: She's not that bad.
Katie: On a scale of Dominick Finch, she's about a 4 and a half.
Speed: *strokes Brook's head*
Brook: *wraps arm around Speed*
Katie: Yay! It's like she knows you!
Speed: Shh. You'll wake her.
Katie: *sits, pulls out cellphone*
Speed: What the hell are you doing?
Katie: Taking a picture. *presses buttons*
Speed: *sigh*
Katie: I'm gonna put this in my scrapbook.
Speed: You have to tell me where you're hiding that thing.
Katie: *smiles* Don't worry, all the incriminating pictures of you are hidden away just for me.
Speed: Hilarious.
Katie: She seems so comfortable with you. Hey, maybe it's one of those instinctual things.
Speed: She's probably just tired and I'm the closest pillow.
Katie: Nope. I refuse to believe that.
Speed: *nods* I'm going to take her upstairs.
Katie: *jumps up* Awesome! I love bed time. *runs away*
Speed: *picks up Brook, stands*
Bedroom
Speed: *places Brook into bed, pulls up sheets*
Brook: *hugs teddybear*
Speed: ...G'night.
Master bedroom
Katie: *throws t-shirt*
Speed: *walks in, shuts door*
Katie: *turns around* Let's have fun.
Speed: *shakes head* I'm kind of tired, I'd rather just go to sleep. *walks around bed*
Katie: What? That's not fun. That's boring.
Speed: Brook might wake up halfway through the night, it's best if we get some rest.
Katie: What happened to the Tim Speedle I married?
Speed: Alright. *claps hands together* Let's get drunk and half a fistfight.
Katie: *stares at Speed* That's not funny.
Speed: *lies in bed* Goodnight, Katie.
Katie: Ergh.
TBC...........................................