In the Martin household, Tuesday night dinner always consisted of chicken nuggets, macaroni and cheese, and corn. It had been a tradition before Travis had been born, and Sophia was determined to keep one of her favorite traditions going for a long, long time. Besides, it was her absolute favorite meal, and it had become Travis's favorite too. He always looked forward to Tuesday nights, since it was also one of Sophia's nights off.

Normally, it would be Sophia, her mother Nancy, and Travis eating together around the kitchen table. Nancy would talk about her day, Sophia would talk about hers, and then Travis would try to do the same, in his own special way. It was their family ritual, but things were changing for this particular Tuesday.

For the first night in a while, Sophia had gotten a night off, thanks to Andrew. He had volunteered to watch Travis while she went out for a couple of hours, and when she had gotten back, all had been well. Luckily, she had invited Andrew over for a dinner/movie night. Travis had tried to talk quite a bit about Andrew the following day, and how much fun they had together. It was nice to know that Travis liked his babysitter, and, Sophia had also gained a good friend. While she waited for Andrew to get there, she worked on dinner, sticking the macaroni and cheese into the oven.

Travis was a super cool kid. Granted, Andrew and Travis played hide and seek and other childhood games when Andrew was babysitting. At times Andrew forgot how young Travis was when he tried explaining the flaws of string theory to him. Other than that though, it was a great night. It went even better when he got invited back for dinner and a movie.

As Andrew pulls up in his tiny compact car; he pulls out his phone to call her. "Hello?" Andrew said when she picked up on the second ring. "Yeah, I'm outside... Your house... I'm sorry, that sounded creepy. Ahh, Okay, I'm walking up now" Andrew hangs up the phone and gets out of the car and closes the door. When he gets up to the house, he knocks twice and fidgets around waiting for her to answer.


Oh god, what if she opens the door and is like "Ohh, you just got punk'd! I never wanted to be friends with you!" Then Ashton Kutcher runs out with a camera and then... Stop it, Andrew. It's fine. Not every person you meet is a rude bitch who likes playing elaborate practical jokes. Just calm down...