Callie Dunphy is the oldest of the kids, she is currently stuck working from home helping her parents raise her siblings. Her boyfriend Jack lives in the apartment above her uncles house so she has a quick escape if she needs to get some peace. She...
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"Honey can you take out the garbage?" I hear my mom's voice come from the kitchen as I am sat by the dining table on my laptop trying to get a few hours of work done for the day.
"Yeah, yeah." My father promptly answers however his eyes are still locked on the TV.
"Phil?" She tries to alert him one more time however I take matters into my own hands as I quickly grab the garbage and head for the front door.
"I got it." I speak under my breath.
"I was gonna get it—" I hear my father's distant voice in the background as I snigger to myself.
Opening the door to my surprise, I am met with Dylan Hayley's boyfriend. Taking a quick step back a shot a smile towards him.
"Oh hi Dylan. Sorry I didn't hear you ring the bell." I quickly apologise while still holding the trash in my left hand.
"Oh no it's okay, I texted Hayley." He waves his phone as I nod my head.
"Well tell her I said hi..." I speak sarcastically while moving past his body to dispose the trash.
Once I arrive back in the dining room Dylan is now occupying the seat next to my dad as they both look towards the baseball game displayed on the TV.
"Okay see that guy, he's the tying run, interesting story about him he's been stuck on second base forever and I'm pretty sure he's gonna try to steal third which is a terrible idea— how are you and Hayley doing?" As I hear my dad's words I look awkwardly down to the ground and find my answer to why I never let Jack over that often.
"I think I'm gonna go and wait in the car for Hayley..." Dylan's speaks as I exits the room and heads for the door.
"He's a little jumpy." My dad utters in disbelief oblivious to his actions.
"I think a teenage boy doesn't want to hang out with his girlfriend's dad..." I mutter in the background back linked to my laptop screen.
"Jack didn't seem to mind back in the day. Until his Grandma got sick and fell down the stairs..." I chuckle to myself from his words. Yes sue me. I made up a little white lie years ago just to stop Jack from coming over for a little bit. It's been four years. I think the time my dad performed a remedy of high school musical in living room was the last straw for me.
"How is she by the way?" My dad drags me out of my thoughts.
"Still on bed rest." I narrow my eyes as I feel my mom's death stare.
"I might have to send her another get well soon card." He rises to a stance and places his hands on his hips.
"I don't think you need to Dad. The first fourteen were fine." I smile through the pain.
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