Alyssa Kenworthy // Johnny Storm (hottothecore) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2012-08-30 16:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | alyssa kenworthy, sam kenworthy |
WHO: Sam and Alyssa Kenworthy
WHAT: Spending some time at home with the 'rents, and getting outted as superheroes to the family.
WHERE: Their parents' apartment in good ol' NYC.
WHEN: Early evening, Thursday.
WARNINGS: Probably some cursing. Alyssa is involved.
"Alyssa Kenworthy, you put those cookies away! It's almost time for dinner!"
Alyssa froze with her hand literally stuck in the cookie jar in her mother's kitchen, a sly grin on her face that she tried to pass off as innocent. There was no way to pretend she wasn't going for the cookies, not in the position she was currently in, and she knew what a stickler for tradition her mother was. Even with both of her children in their twenties, she acted like a mother hen whenever they were over--which, according to her, wasn't often enough. In the background a pot of sauce simmered; it was their mom's famous homemade sauce. Spaghetti Thursdays was a tradition no Kenworthy could escape, not even the ones no longer living under that roof. To accent her words. Mrs. Kenworthy walked over to slap Alyssa's hand out of the porcelain jar and replaced the lid. She even did the stereotypical finger waggle which made Alyssa giggle. Only their mom.
"Mom, I wasn't going to eat them! They were for Sam," She lied quickly, pulling herself into a seated position on the counter. It gained her another glare from her mother, but she knew when to pick her battles. Cookies were one thing; they spoiled your appetite. Another day would be the sitting on counters fight. A day where she wasn't busy with a pot that was starting to boil over.
"Would you get your brother and father? I think they're watching the news in the other room."
Alyssa nodded and took a deep breath, preparing herself to shout as loud as she could. Her mother hadn't been specific about how she needed to get them. "DAAAAAD! LOSER! MOM WANTS ALL HANDS ON DECK!"
"Aly, please!" Her mother scolded, moving the pot to a cooler burner with a sigh. "I could have done that."