The Talk
Bruce had referred to Holly as the Little Hellion once upon a time. The name kind of stuck.
Everyone knew when Holly was upset. And everyone knew when to stay away. It was better for them all when she was on warpath.
She had waited until her parents had left for the night before stomping down the hall to Andrew’s room.
She had enough. This could not go on.
Her pounding fist on the door was enough to get her brother’s attention over his blasting music. Andrew pulled open the door, his brow furrowed in curiosity.
“What’d you do now?” He asked, hoping it wasn’t anything expensive. He was in charge when his parents were out for the night and did not need to be blamed for anything she did. Dad had promised that he would get Andrew some parts for the junker Mustang Uncle Bobby had given him for his birthday that year. If Mom was pissed, Dad was pissed and that meant no parts for the car.
“We need to talk,” Holly said, deliberately ignoring his question.
Andrew stared at her dubiously. “I am not going to hack the school network again to cover up those detentions.”
“It was one time and Mrs. Winters is an old windbag. I wasn’t the only one talking in class,” Holly grumbled, crossing her arms. “This isn’t about that though.”
“Care to enlighten me?” Andrew questioned with an annoyed sigh. Hopefully, Holly wasn’t just being dramatic again.
“It happened again,” she muttered pointedly. “Heather and Kim were coming over to study. I had to send them home!”
“Again?” Andrew exclaimed, frowning in disgust. “Same thing happened when Connor came over on Saturday…”
Holly sighed, stepping into Andrew’s room. They needed to think of a plan of action.
They were ready when their parents got home later that night.
Dean and Chloe had spent the better part of the night helping the League with a mission. Chloe’s technical skills were needed, while Dean’s pinpoint accuracy with a gun was essential to deactivate an entire factory’s security system. The mission had gone well and now it was back to the real world.
The house was quiet when they returned. Normally, Andrew’s stereo would be blasting either in his room or in the garage while he worked on his car. Holly would be stretched out on the couch chattering on the phone with friends while typing away on her laptop working on her latest story.
“Something’s off,” Chloe spoke quietly, dropping her purse and keys down onto the table.
“Think they went out?” Dean asked, shedding his leather jacket.
It was then that Holly and Andrew came to the doorway of the kitchen. Together.
“Something happen when we were gone?” Dean asked suspiciously, looking at the two.
“We need to talk to you guys,” Andrew stated half-heartedly. He was hesitant, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans.
“It can’t wait,” Holly added sternly, arms crossed in front of her.
Chloe glanced at Dean before following Holly and Andrew into the living room. The television was off and it looked like the room had been picked up a little, the pile of magazines and newspapers on the coffee table was gone and all the throw blankets were folded neatly on one of the chairs.
“The hell?” Dean muttered, just loud enough for Chloe to hear. The house was never dirty, but there was always some sort of organized chaos in the room. It was a little hard to worry about leaving a newspaper on the table when there were apocalypses to avoid and deadlines to meet.
“Think they’re possessed?” Chloe joked quietly.
“With what? Cleaning fairies?”
The two sat down on the couch next to each other, looking expectantly at their children.
“You always said we could be honest with you, right?” Holly began in an earnest tone.
“Of course, Holl,” Chloe said, brow furrowing in concern. “What’s going on?”
“You’re not pregnant are you?” Dean asked with his eyes narrowed.
Holly’s eyes widened comically. She sputtered for a moment before finally shrieking: “Dad!”
“Valid question,” he responded, eyes turning on Andrew.
“Dude, I can’t get pregnant,” he said, holding his hands up in defense.
“Alright, guys, calm down…” Chloe said, looking between the others. “Will one of you please fill us in as to what this is about?”
“Look, we get that you guys love each other,” Andy stated, glancing toward his sister. “That’s really cool and everything…especially after all these years…”
Chloe’s brow rose at that. All these years?
“Romantic even,” Holly interjected in a placating tone. She broke eye contact with her parents, biting her lip. She was beginning to lose her nerve. This was so awkward. “But, there’s always a time and place for everything…And, well…”
“What Holly is trying to say is,” Andy interrupted matter-of-factly, “Stop boinking like bunnies all the time.”
Holly’s backbone seemed to reappear rapidly as she began talking a mile a minute. “Will you please keep your foreplay in your room and not when our friends are over? It’s bad enough that people already think we’re a little weird,” Holly exclaimed, “But I do not need it going around school that my parents are nymphomaniacs!”
Chloe’s eyes widened at Holly’s outburst. Dean, however, was completely unfazed. It wasn’t like he and Chloe were having sex on every surface of the house. Hell, they weren’t even having as much sex as Holly and Andrew were making it out to be. They were lucky that they even got some moments to themselves sometimes.
“How do you think you two got here?” Dean interjected, watching as Holly’s face colored and Andrew grimaced.
“Ugh!” Holly exclaimed, rolling her eyes before stomping out of the room. Andrew just shook his head, following her up the stairs.
Dean laughed quietly, glancing over at his wife slyly. “Did we just get “the talk”?”
“I think so,” Chloe admitted, disbelief and amusement in her tone.
Everyone knew when Holly was upset. And everyone knew when to stay away. It was better for them all when she was on warpath.
She had waited until her parents had left for the night before stomping down the hall to Andrew’s room.
She had enough. This could not go on.
Her pounding fist on the door was enough to get her brother’s attention over his blasting music. Andrew pulled open the door, his brow furrowed in curiosity.
“What’d you do now?” He asked, hoping it wasn’t anything expensive. He was in charge when his parents were out for the night and did not need to be blamed for anything she did. Dad had promised that he would get Andrew some parts for the junker Mustang Uncle Bobby had given him for his birthday that year. If Mom was pissed, Dad was pissed and that meant no parts for the car.
“We need to talk,” Holly said, deliberately ignoring his question.
Andrew stared at her dubiously. “I am not going to hack the school network again to cover up those detentions.”
“It was one time and Mrs. Winters is an old windbag. I wasn’t the only one talking in class,” Holly grumbled, crossing her arms. “This isn’t about that though.”
“Care to enlighten me?” Andrew questioned with an annoyed sigh. Hopefully, Holly wasn’t just being dramatic again.
“It happened again,” she muttered pointedly. “Heather and Kim were coming over to study. I had to send them home!”
“Again?” Andrew exclaimed, frowning in disgust. “Same thing happened when Connor came over on Saturday…”
Holly sighed, stepping into Andrew’s room. They needed to think of a plan of action.
They were ready when their parents got home later that night.
Dean and Chloe had spent the better part of the night helping the League with a mission. Chloe’s technical skills were needed, while Dean’s pinpoint accuracy with a gun was essential to deactivate an entire factory’s security system. The mission had gone well and now it was back to the real world.
The house was quiet when they returned. Normally, Andrew’s stereo would be blasting either in his room or in the garage while he worked on his car. Holly would be stretched out on the couch chattering on the phone with friends while typing away on her laptop working on her latest story.
“Something’s off,” Chloe spoke quietly, dropping her purse and keys down onto the table.
“Think they went out?” Dean asked, shedding his leather jacket.
It was then that Holly and Andrew came to the doorway of the kitchen. Together.
“Something happen when we were gone?” Dean asked suspiciously, looking at the two.
“We need to talk to you guys,” Andrew stated half-heartedly. He was hesitant, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans.
“It can’t wait,” Holly added sternly, arms crossed in front of her.
Chloe glanced at Dean before following Holly and Andrew into the living room. The television was off and it looked like the room had been picked up a little, the pile of magazines and newspapers on the coffee table was gone and all the throw blankets were folded neatly on one of the chairs.
“The hell?” Dean muttered, just loud enough for Chloe to hear. The house was never dirty, but there was always some sort of organized chaos in the room. It was a little hard to worry about leaving a newspaper on the table when there were apocalypses to avoid and deadlines to meet.
“Think they’re possessed?” Chloe joked quietly.
“With what? Cleaning fairies?”
The two sat down on the couch next to each other, looking expectantly at their children.
“You always said we could be honest with you, right?” Holly began in an earnest tone.
“Of course, Holl,” Chloe said, brow furrowing in concern. “What’s going on?”
“You’re not pregnant are you?” Dean asked with his eyes narrowed.
Holly’s eyes widened comically. She sputtered for a moment before finally shrieking: “Dad!”
“Valid question,” he responded, eyes turning on Andrew.
“Dude, I can’t get pregnant,” he said, holding his hands up in defense.
“Alright, guys, calm down…” Chloe said, looking between the others. “Will one of you please fill us in as to what this is about?”
“Look, we get that you guys love each other,” Andy stated, glancing toward his sister. “That’s really cool and everything…especially after all these years…”
Chloe’s brow rose at that. All these years?
“Romantic even,” Holly interjected in a placating tone. She broke eye contact with her parents, biting her lip. She was beginning to lose her nerve. This was so awkward. “But, there’s always a time and place for everything…And, well…”
“What Holly is trying to say is,” Andy interrupted matter-of-factly, “Stop boinking like bunnies all the time.”
Holly’s backbone seemed to reappear rapidly as she began talking a mile a minute. “Will you please keep your foreplay in your room and not when our friends are over? It’s bad enough that people already think we’re a little weird,” Holly exclaimed, “But I do not need it going around school that my parents are nymphomaniacs!”
Chloe’s eyes widened at Holly’s outburst. Dean, however, was completely unfazed. It wasn’t like he and Chloe were having sex on every surface of the house. Hell, they weren’t even having as much sex as Holly and Andrew were making it out to be. They were lucky that they even got some moments to themselves sometimes.
“How do you think you two got here?” Dean interjected, watching as Holly’s face colored and Andrew grimaced.
“Ugh!” Holly exclaimed, rolling her eyes before stomping out of the room. Andrew just shook his head, following her up the stairs.
Dean laughed quietly, glancing over at his wife slyly. “Did we just get “the talk”?”
“I think so,” Chloe admitted, disbelief and amusement in her tone.