𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐏 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐓//𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐭𝐭𝐨

"Would either of you two consider marrying a much older woman?" SEASON 2-PART 4

"Dude, we have a test. You have to focus." Oliver spoke to Cooper who was mindlessly scrolling on his phone. "I have no motivation to succeed. You don't understand how hard it is to study when you know you're sitting on a huge trust fund."

Eleanor frowned at Cooper's words, yet she continued to write. "Dude, I'm so sorry, man-I didn't realise." Oliver apologised as Eleanor rolled her eyes. "Ellie, how do you find it so easy to study knowing that you're sitting on a huge trust fund."

"Because I have motivation to succeed, I dunno." The girl shrugged as Greg Otto came bounding down the stairs. "What do you guys think? 'Charge!' Scary, huh?" Greg was in a grey soldier costume holding his rifle, which Eleanor couldn't be sure if it was real or not. "Scary that some of this might be passed down to me." Taylor gestured to Greg and Eleanor struggled to not let out a chuckle.

"War reenacting is a celebration of our nation's history, and despite what your mother says, that cannot be learned by watching Kevin Costner movies." Greg explained to his two daughters. "I don't get why you care so much about history. It's just a bunch of boring facts and dates." Taylor explained to her father, who looked shocked to say the least.

"Boring facts—Why are you being so mean?! History is the story of living, breathing people who helped shape our world." Greg was now getting offended ergo he was getting defensive. "Oh, yeah? If they're so great then why are they dead?" Taylor questioned in a challenging tone before walking upstairs.

"Guess who is killing it as the Spring Gala Chairperson?" Katie asked rhetorically as she walked inside the Otto house. "Is it my laaaady, Kaaaaaatie?" Greg asked, imitating and 80s rocker as he spoke. "What are you doing?" Katie questioned and Greg's smile quickly faded. "I'm not sure."

"I'm starting rack up some awesome stuff for the charity auction—a $100 gas card, 10 free games of mini golf and a signed head shot of Scott Bakula that I stole from the dry cleaners." Katie announced proudly as Cooper and Eleanor let out laughs. "Oh, we're laughing cause you said those things are awesome." Cooper began.

"And they kinda aren't." Eleanor finished and Katie frowned at the pair. "I'm beginning to understand why your parents travel so much and yours, well Eleanor your parents are assholes so-"

"Mom, they're right. Gas cards aren't gonna cut it. To raise big money, you need big-ticket auction items." Oliver began and Cooper and Eleanor nodded along. "I hate to agree with Oliver, I really do, but he's right. Last year, Nancy Granville's family donated a at their Sun Valley ski house. Brought in like $20,000."

"That's like 10 allowances." Cooper added on to Eleanor's explanation but just after spilled his milk across the table. Cooper sat doing nothing and Oliver and Eleanor shared a nervous glance. "Cooper, you spilled your milk." Greg pointed out and Cooper smiled, yet sat still. "Sorry 'bout that."

Are you going to just leave it?" Katie walked towards the boy, next to her husband. "Well, what else would I do?" Cooper hadn't been brought up with many manners, at all. "What happens at your house when you spill something?" Katie walked closer to the Bradford boy as he smiled proudly and clicked. "And now what happens?" Katie asked again.

"Well, Lupe or Dolores or Lita or Patricia will come in and clean it up. It is...Tuesday so Lupe, Dolores, Lita, Patricia, or the driver. I don't know his name. We just call him Bentley because, you know—" Cooper began waffling on before Katie threw her tea towel at him. "Shut this up! Clean this up!" She ordered pointing at the mess the milk had made.

"See? This kind of behaviour is exactly why I don't want to be a part of Westport culture. These people have no sense of reality." Katie ranted to her husband. "Mom, if you don't raise enough cash, it'll bring shame on our family. It'll be Dad's goatee all over again." Oliver began before Greg interrupted.