Things were finally looking up, but it didn't take long for everything to come crashing right back down again. Now, Scarlett feels like her life is spiraling out of control. One aspect of her life after another keeps getting flipped completely upsid...
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"Hey, you guys are up early." Eric says as he makes his way down the stairs and into the kitchen, fixing his tie.
"Well, we didn't have any choice." Mr. Matthews says as he leans his head into this hand. "Someone was running the shower at four a.m., singing heigh-ho, heigh-ho—"
"'Cause it's off to work, I go." He smiles as he kicks the refrigerator door closed behind him, apple juice in hand as he walks over to where Letty's leaning against the island counter.
Eric winks at the brunette, making her chuckle. "It's a good thing Hope left for Sioux Falls yesterday, or she'd have killed you." Letty says, and he shrugs.
"So, now they want you at that tv station before school?" Mrs. Matthews questions, and Eric then turns to face his mom.
"Yeah. I get there early enough, I get to help Jimmy Jellybean lace up his floppy feet. We all know how much you kids love your floppy feet, right, Morgan?" He leans over and nudges his younger sister's shoulder.
"Eh." The blonde makes a so-so motion with her hand.
"I thought you were just interning for the news." Their dad says.
"Oh, I am. When Jimmy Jellybean takes off his nose, he's Arnie Cohen with Sports." Eric tells them, mimicking the voice from the tv, and Letty smiles as she watches how enthusiastic he is about all of this.
"Wait, I learned about potty training from a sportscaster?" Cory questions as Eric grabs his coat from the back of his sister's chair. "Oh, that's just wrong."
"Bye, love you." He says quietly to Letty as he kisses her cheek, and she smiles.
"Eric, wait, whoa. Hey." Mr. Matthews quickly gets his son's attention, and Eric turns back to him from the back door. "You're giving Scarlett and Cory a ride to school, remember?"
"Dad, you know how much I like driving Miss Cory — sorry—" He glances at Letty. "—but I can't be late to work." He says, putting on his jacket and then starting for the door again.
"You know, if you were this devoted to your schoolwork, you wouldn't need this internship to pass journalism." He tells him, prompting Eric to reclose the door.
"Okay, now, first of all, I wasn't failing journalism because of lack of devotion. I was failing because I was depressed that I lost the love of my life — who is also the person that makes me do my work. So, really, this is Letty's fault." Eric argues.
