𝗛𝗜𝗠 & 𝗜, modern family

Come Fly with me

_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
Why do you like thunderstorms?
Because it shows that even nature needs to
scream sometimes
            — E.D.

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— Madison
Riley Morten coming up now,Kelly at second. Started the lining with a double.That seems like an hour ago

"Honey, I thought you were taking out the garbage." mom says to dad. Dad mumbles something that I can't even hear what. He slowly gets up from the couch.

"I am." He says, his eyes still on the TV. I look over at dad to see him still standing there, staring at the tv.

High fly to right. Hooking, hooking, foul. "Phil!" mom says again. "Yes. I'm getting it." He says, standing still, not moving. Good guys trail, three to two, last of the ninth, one out...

I turn my head from the TV to see my mom taking out the garbage and dad still standing here. "I was.. I was gonna get that." He stumbles over his words. Looking back at the tv.

"Dylan! D money! chilling with Dylan the villain! D to the y to the-" He says in a singing tone. "Hey Mr. Dunphy." Dylan greets back, cutting dad off. Saving him the embarrassment.

"Is it okay that Will I also hear?" Dylan. You have got to be kidding me. I just know god hates me.

"That's fine! You look a lot more grown up than I last saw you." Dad says to him shaking his hand. "Thanks Mr Dunphy."

Mom walks back into the living room. "Oh hello there Will." She greets him with a tight smile. Not really fond of him either. Only because she caught him smoking once. I am definitely not on Wills side, but my mom can be a hypocrite sometimes.

He nods his head towards her. "Mrs Dunphy."

"Come on in you're just in time to catch the end of the game."Please say no, please say no.

"I'm not really a baseball guy." Dylan says. "But I am Mr. Dunphy!" Will says. I am going to commit.

Dad gestures for them to sit down on the couch.

And of course Will has to sit next to me. "Haley says hi." Dylan says to mom. "I was just being facetious." She says, walking in the kitchen again.

"Come on I'll catch you up. Sit it, park it." Dad says in a forceful tone. Leaning his arm on the back of the couch.

I ignore Will but he seems to do quite the opposite. "Hey there Emmy!" He says leaning a bit closer. I still don't take my eyes of the screen. "William." I say back shortly.

i really hate that nickname, the very reason he calls me that because he knows i get irritated being called "Emmy" but he really hates his full name so i call him "William."