Andy never meant for it to be this way.
Now, Dennis is seventeen and has a kid of his own. Andy's a grandparent. He's only in his 30's.
Andy was seventeen when his son was born, and nineteen when the twins were born. And now the twins are back...
^ andy's the eyebrow thing in several different forms & examples
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(also he looks extra scary in this edit so I thought I should use this one too to really carry out the effect) 😂😂
So everything was back to normal.
Sadie was herself again, much to everyone's delight, and Andy stood in the kitchen singing the words to one of the oldest songs he'd written while serving breakfast to the little kids. Dennis came down the stairs, his big, usually-teased hair sticking out everywhere from just waking up, creating a major bed head effect and making Scout laugh as she took his chin and jaw in her hand and kissed his cheek before he left for work. Oliver ran around the kitchen, making Andy almost nearly trip over him when he turned back around, Dani then grabbing her little brother and scooping him up and putting him back in his chair to save them both before he caused any more trouble.
All that was back to normal, but the biggest change of all was that Ethan was back home around his family and all the people he loved. He smiled and sunk further into the cushion, happy to be back around all the chaos and screaming again.
Just as he got as comfortable as he could be at the moment, feeling all of his tense muscles finally relax a little, he heard the hallway bathroom door open a crack, and Grayson yelled his brother's name.
Ethan lifted his head slightly, sighing. "What?" he yelled back. "I just sat down!"
Grayson groaned obnoxiously loudly and dramatically. "There are no excuses this time. In a couple of days, it's going to be Tuesday, you know what that means."
"Yep. Right, I'll be up in a minute."
"And it's what we talked about. The one we decided on last night. With the girls."
"I know. You can't make any changes without me anyway, punk," Ethan said, laughing a little as he got up and started up the stairs. When he got to the top, he saw something sitting on the floor and facing the outside of the bathroom door, from a side view of it. "Wait, why is there a camera sitting —"
Before he could finish, Grayson's feet were slipping everywhere all over the floor right by the bathroom door before he could walk out, like he was on ice. Sadie stood under the doorway of her bedroom, cracking up.
Grayson got onto the carpet in the hallway, finally steady, trying his hardest to hold his towel still tight around his waist while he did it all. "Sadie!" he yelled, beaming, half because of her and half at himself and what had just happened. "That's not fair!"
"How is it not? You sprayed cooking oil on the bathroom floor right by the door so I would slip on it after I got out of the shower, so I just did you a favor and I got you back for it," she said simply. She shrugged nonchalantly, like it was no big deal.
Grayson made a made face, but a playful, fake mad face, grinding his teeth, and he ran towards her, one hand still holding his towel up around his waist right. She stood there laughing, and covered over her head with her arms, turning away for self protection. He put his one arms around her, acting all mad and making a hilarious growling sound, but then he tried to kiss her, Sadie protesting by turning further away and laughing. "Stop!"
