Ah, Of Course... An Open Thread

[zoe]

"You must be one of Zoé's little friends." Teresa laughed, "Are you thirsty?"

"Mom, Dad here?"

"No."

"Good, he won't kill me then for not giving him a background report on Tyson." She tossed her ball in her room. "Toss me my bag?"

[nessicitotucuerpo]

"No, thank you."

Tyson passed Zoé her bag before giving her an inquisitive look.

"Shouldn't you be more neat about that sort of thing? You'll have to clean it up later, right?"

[zoe]

She motioned to her room. "I've got a box with my sports things in it." She tossed her bag on the bed as she went into her room. She rummaged through her desk drawers before pulling out a wallet. "Ok, we can go." She pushed the wallet in her coat's pocket with a smile.

"Have fun! Do NOT come back home at midnight again!"

She laughed nervously as she headed for the door. "Yes Mom."

[nessicitotucuerpo]

Tyson laughed, recalling the story that Zoé had told him remembering when he first met her and made a mental note to make sure she got home in time. He followed Zoé to the door.

[zoe]

"Bye Mom!" She locked the door and closed it behind them. "Quick; run. My Dad should be home soon." She said with a small laugh as she headed for the stairs.

[nessicitotucuerpo]

"If your mom is insane, then I don't think your Dad should bother me too much, either way, let's go."

Tyson didn't really see the insanity in her mom, and went to the stairs, persuing Zoé.

[zoe]

(make new thread or should I?)

Zoé got downstairs and walked outside. "So, any idea what's playing?"

[nessicitotucuerpo]

(you can)

"No clue, but movies are usually good, right?"

Tyson took Zoé's hand and dragged her along, eager to get to the theater now.

[zoe]

She blinked. "Well, I guess..." She said with a small smile.