Liz Gillies Requests

Lauren (Dynasty) : Part 2 - Request ★

~NOTES~
I recommend reading part 1 first for context. Enjoy :)

Lauren's POV
We get home from the meeting with my parents and teachers at school.

"That all went a lot better than expected, actually." Mom says, setting her purse on the kitchen counter.

"It looks like we have a solid plan in place to help you. Don't you think, Lauren?" Dad asks.

"Can you ask me in different words?" I ask.

"Do you think you've got more support at school now?" Dad asks.

"Yeah I guess." I shrug.

"Mr Strowe says it might take time to all fall into place for you but at least you know the support is there." Mom says.

"Lauren, do you have any homework?" Dad asks.

"No." I lie.

"Do you want to watch a movie tonight, then?" Dad asks.

"Maybe." I say.

"Hold on, are you sure you don't have homework?" Mom asks.

"Yes." I lie again.

"I'll take your word for it." Mom says.

"What's for dinner?" I ask.

"Whatever your Dad is making." Mom says.

"Why don't you ever cook?" I ask.

"Because you'd get food poisoning and the house would most certainly burn to the ground." Dad smiles, taking food out of the refrigerator.

"I am capable of cooking, you know." Mom rolls her eyes.

"How come I've never seen you cook?" I ask.

"Lauren, when your Mom and I first started dating, she tried to help me cook dinner and she set my oven on fire." Dad whispers and I laugh.

"I heard that." Mom glares at us.

"What were you even trying to make?" I ask.

"Garlic bread." Mom says.

"How did you screw up garlic bread? Even I can make garlic bread." I say.

"Your Dad's oven was stupid." Mom says.

"You set it to 300° and put the garlic bread in with the plastic wrap still on it." Dad says, starting to chop vegetables.

"Well I remember buying you a pretty damn good new oven, Mr Ridley." Mom says.

"And you killed my goldfish!" Dad blurts out.

"What?" I yell.

"Lauren, volume." Dad says softly, cracking spaghetti in half.

"Sorry." I say quietly.

"I didn't mean to kill it!" Mom defends herself.

"You just happened to accidentally murder a goldfish?" I ask.

"I'm still not convinced it was an accident." Dad whispers to me.

"It was! I put too much food in his tank and so I took the fish out and put it in my hand but I probably should have been more careful about leaving my hot hair straighteners on the floor because I tripped over the cord and the fish fell and well...umm, it sort of.." Mom trails off.

"You fried Dad's fish?" I exclaim.

"Accidentally!" Mom says quickly.

"That's a horrible thing to do!" I say.

"It wasn't intentional!" Mom says.

"I think it was an excuse to take me on another date to choose a new goldfish." Dad grins, frying the vegetables.