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The Garrettsville Golden Boy Returns Home (BreakFromReality and Frogger)

"I know, I know. I just wish she wasn't a..." Josh lowered his voice in case Jazz happened to turn her music down. "...pain in the ass sometimes." He smirked.

"Yeah, I feel awful that I lost touch with her after I graduated. I wish there was something I could've done," he lamented. "I'm glad to hear you reached out to help her and Bri. But today, honestly? It was kinda like I never left. She's doing great, and it felt like we were dating again, which was kinda crazy, y'know?"

Josh took a deep breath and sighed. "It was crazy. It felt like I was in a whirlwind; students coming and going, rolling through the same lecture five times in one day. Then I had to go over to practice. I don't think I'll have problems sleeping this year," he laughed. "How was your day?" He bumped her hip in return, always looking to get the last word -- or hip-bump, in this case.
 
“I hate to tell you this, sweetheart, but you were a pain in the ass when you were her age.” Elizabeth didn’t hesitate to tell him how it is, even if the truth hurts.

A hand came up to rub his shoulder. “Really? I always did like Lily. It’s sort of crazy that it feels like that, after five years, but hey: if you like her, I say go for it. I liked her ten times more than I did any of the other girls you dated.” Elizabeth went to retrieve herself a bottle of water from the fridge, cracking it open with a twist of her wrist.

“Oh. It wasn’t bad. Busy, but not bad. I didn’t feel like wringing any necks today, so… I’d say it was a success.” Elizabeth flashed him a cheeky grin, just to chuckle under her breath. As a speech therapist, Elizabeth sees a great deal of patients throughout the day… but she adores each and every single one. It’s their parents she has difficulty getting along with. “I swear. Do you care to set the table for me?” Elizabeth asked him after pinching his side.
 
"Me? Psh, no way. I don't buy it." Jazz probably would've loved to hear that coming from their mother, but Josh wasn't a fan of any dents to his 'golden boy' image.

"Well, we'll see what happens. It's only been one day, so I think we're still in the stage of getting used to each other again. We're supposed to stop for ice cream after practice tomorrow night, so we've spent a bunch of time together already."

Josh smiled. He loved his mother, but he could see how her no-nonsense approach could rub people the wrong way. He wouldn't have it any other way, though. "Yeah, I'll set the table," he said, moving his hips after she pinched him. Noticing that his mother had been quite handsy this evening, he decided to return the favor. As he moved by her to grab some plates, he let his arm lightly brush across her ass. He stole a quick glance at her before stepping to the table and setting out four plates. He followed up with napkins and forks, completing his task.
 
Ice cream? After practice? Hm. It sounds like a casual date. Elizabeth had to fight back a smile at the thought, but she did have to agree with him: it’s only been one day.

Nearly jumping out of her skin at the brush against her ass, Elizabeth blushed pink before delivering a scolding look. “Josh!” she chided, just to playfully throw a towel in his direction. Of course… it flew right over his head and onto the table, but she’ll make sure to hit him next time.

“What am I going to do with you?” Elizabeth broke down into laughter, twisting away to grab the pan of lasagna. “I would wait for your father… but… I’m too hungry to wait. If he can’t get home on time, he will just have to heat himself up a piece when he does get here. Jazz! Dinner! Take out those headphones!” Jazz rolled her eyes before pulling out her earbuds, burying her hands in the pockets of her hoodie while she got up and did as their mother ordered.
 
Josh laughed as Elizabeth yelled at him, ducking the towel as she flung it at him. He turned his head to watch it flop onto the kitchen table. "Nyah, nyah," he taunted, sticking his tongue out as he took his familiar seat at the table.

"So what do you listen to all day?" he asked his sister as she joined them at the table. When the lasagna hit the table, Josh leaned up, cutting some pieces and scooping them out for Elizabeth and Jasmine before giving himself a serving. He sat back down and began to eat, and as the first forkful of lasagna hit his mouth, he hummed with delight.

"Oh, yeah, nothing beats your lasagna. So good!"
 
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll get you back, sooner or later." Elizabeth always gets her revenge. It might be hours from now, days, maybe even weeks... but she always gets that person back. As the saying goes: 'payback's a bitch'.

Jazz sank down in her usual spot, immediately to their mother's left. "Five Finger Death Punch," she replied in a low murmur, just to pause as she realized she didn't get herself anything to drink. "Be right back." Elizabeth chuckled as he dug in without hesitating one bit. "Well, thank you. It's a good thing I have the makings for another one. If you want, I can pop it into the oven before you head on home."
 
"Oooh, I'm scared." Josh was more than happy to keep taunting Elizabeth playfully.

He arched an eyebrow as Jazz told him who she was listening to. "Five Finger Death Punch?" He shot his mother a confused look before shrugging. "Never heard of them."

As Jazz went to fetch herself a drink, Josh continued to dig into the lasagna, cleaning up in pretty short order. He dabbed his mouth with his napkin to catch any sauce, then sat back in his chair. "Ugh, I think I ate too fast." Despite that, the offer for more would be too much to pass up. "I'll take any leftovers you have for lunch tomorrow, if that's alright."
 
Elizabeth waited until her daughter was at the fridge before rolling her eyes in exasperation. "It's a... heavy rock band, if I'm not mistaken," she said on a sigh. "It's a little too much for my taste."

A bottle of soda in hand, Jazz sat back down without saying a word. Elizabeth looked over at her. "Excuse me. Are you forgetting something?" Jazz flashed her a scowl, pulling off her hood and revealing all of her golden hair.

"Thank you."

Both started to dig in, but neither dared to try and eat as fast as him. "I would be happy to send you with some of the leftovers, on one condition: take some to Lily tomorrow. I've been planning on inviting her over again, but I just haven't had the time to go by the school." Elizabeth licked the pad of her thumb before wiping away a bit of sauce smeared at the corner of her lips.

Jazz kept quiet, instead playing around with the food on her plate.
 
"I must be 23 going on 55 or something," Josh remarked when Elizabeth told him about his sister's band of choice.

He looked over at Jazz as she pulled off her hood. His sister was actually a cute girl, so he couldn't really figure out why she laid low, covered herself up and didn't talk to anyone. He simply shrugged and returned his attention to his mother.

"I can do that." With that, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone to send a quick text to Lily.

Dinner has its perks after all. Mom made extra lasagna for you, so I'll bring it with me tomorrow!

"So, honestly, Jazz. Outside of my little joke, how do you think I did today?"
 
Elizabeth lifted her hands up in a helpless gesture, to portray that she herself is at a loss for words. What else is there to say?

A hand cradling her chin, Jazz glanced up at him through not just long lashes, but through her bangs as well. "Hm? Oh. I think you did okay. I mean, it's your first day, so you're bound to be a little..." Jazz used this opportunity to let her words trail off, and just let a shrug roll through her shoulders.

Is there a reason he's asking her for her opinion? Cause... it doesn't really matter to her how he teaches. The chances of her paying attention are slim to none.

Really? Well! I cannot wait to have some of that lasagna tomorrow! I will bring the chocolate milk!

Jazz went back to playing with her food, though a finger did start tapping against her cheek to a rhythm only she can hear.
 
Josh nodded. "Well, thanks," he said, unsure of what else to say. It probably wasn't a wise decision to ask Jazz to bother expanding on anything. He matched Elizabeth's helpless look before pushing back from the table and standing.

"Well, dinner was amazing, Mother. Thank you." He walked over and gave Elizabeth a kiss on the cheek, then moved past Jazz to playfully ruffle her hair. He picked up his plate and walked it over to the sink, rinsing it off before loading it into the dishwasher.

Josh felt his phone buzz in his pocket, and he checked his text from Lily. He smiled upon reading it and put his phone away.

"I'll hang out for a bit. I'm not really in a rush to head back home."
 
"Do you care if I ask you for a favor?" Elizabeth asked once she polished off her own plate. In a graceful motion she rose from her seat, taking it to the sink to rinse off and put away. A hand went to brush a few threads of hair from her eyes.

"I... hate to ask, but your father's arthritis has been awful lately," she shared in a low whisper. "A few weeks back, I subtly dropped the hint that the house is falling apart, and... I think it went right over his head. I swear, half the time he doesn't listen to a word I say. Do you care to-?"

A hand reached out to rub up and down his arm. "I'd really appreciate it." Elizabeth blinked her pretty green eyes up at him, a small pout on her lips.
 
"Not at all." Josh stood near the sink as Elizabeth rinsed off her plate. He nodded as she brought up his father's arthritis and how it was limiting his ability to get things done around the house. He watched her hand rub up and down his arm, and she melted him with her striking green eyes. The little pout on her lips was just the icing on the cake. No wonder Mom could get Dad to do anything when he was fully healthy, he thought.

"Yeah, what needs done?" he asked, rubbing his hands together in preparation to do a little work.
 
Elizabeth broke out in a big smile. "Thank you so much, sweetheart!" she chirped, jumping forward to pull him in for a tight hug. "I really do appreciate it. You have no idea. The tips of her fingers playing with the tips of his hair... it was a moment or two before Elizabeth thought of moving away. "I know our bathroom sink is leaking," Elizabeth rattled off first. "It's been driving me crazy! I haven't been able to sleep for the past couple of nights because of the dripping."

To portray her aggravation, Elizabeth wrinkled her nose. "Do you care to get started on that first for me?"
 
Josh smiled with his mother, and allowed her to pull him in for a big hug. They stood together in the kitchen, and Josh let Elizabeth play with his hair for a brief moment. "Yikes, that is annoying. Alright, I'll head up and get that done for you. Dad's tools are...upstairs already?" he asked.
 
"Yes," Elizabeth told him with a nod. "I brought his tools up from the garage as another subtle hint that things need to get done... but I think he's blind as well as deaf. Doesn't that figure?" A soft, helpless sigh leaving her hips, Elizabeth leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek. "For your reward, how about I throw in a container of apple crisp to take home with you too?" Elizabeth chuckled softly under her breath, eyes sparkling mischievously.
 
Josh blushed as Elizabeth kissed his cheek. "Imagine that," he chuckled. As she suggested a container of apple crisp to take home, he nodded. He let his green eyes wander over her body quickly. "That sounds...delicious," he replied softly, returning her mischievous gaze and letting the corner of his lip curl upward in a sly smirk. "I'll be upstairs...if you need me."

With that, he smiled and moved past her, letting his arm brush against her hip and ass once again. He turned the corner and jogged up the steps, then headed down the short hallway to his parents' room. The tool set rested on the granite countertop. Josh took apart the handle on the faucet and noticed a worn-out washer. Feeling fortunate that it was an easy fix, Josh went to work on plugging the leak by replacing the washer.
 
"I swear!" Elizabeth playfully smacked him with a towel readily accessible on the counter, though she couldn't help smiling at his cockiness. "Thank you, sweetheart!" she said again, tackling the rest of the dishes before it gets too awful. Jazz ate a little, just to bring her plate up and return the rest of her lasagna. "Honey," Elizabeth chided, but gently. "You need to eat more than that."

"Not hungry."

Leaving it at that, Jazz left, digging in her pocket for her headphones. Elizabeth sighed, shaking her head. What is she going to do with that girl? Lately she's been... moody. Not only does she stay locked away in her room most of the time, plugged into her music, but she barely eats, barely talks to anyone. Is something going on? Does she need to have Jazz see... a therapist? "I have no idea," Elizabeth shared with the empty silence, not that it provided her with any answers.

Five minutes later -give or take- Elizabeth decided to check up on her son and his progress. An arm leaning against the door frame, Elizabeth's eyes drank in the sight of destruction. "How are things going?" she dared ask.
 
So locked in to his task, Josh jumped a bit at the sudden sound of his mother's voice. He shrugged. "I think it's going well. Looked like it was a bad washer, so I'm...hoping that was it," he explained as he started to put the faucet handle together again. Once it was fully re-assembled, he stood back.

No dripping. Yet, anyway.

"I thiiink...that should do it," he guessed, hoping his first real effort at doing solo work on his parents' house was done correctly.

Josh started to put the tools away. "That wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be. Guess I got lucky," he smiled over at Elizabeth.
 
Elizabeth adopted a sly smile. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," she told him, though she obviously didn't mean it. Yes, she didn't intend to scare the pants off him... but it was just too funny! It didn't take long for the smile to melt into that of a thoughtful frown. "Oh really? I have no idea what that means... however, if it's not hard to fix, I'm happy to hear that."

It looks like no dripping. Yet.

Josh started to put the tools away, and Elizabeth returned his smile with one of her own. "Thank you. It's been driving me crazy," she shared on a laugh. "You have no idea. I've tossed and turned for the past week, trying to get some sleep. My shoulders are sore from it all."

To emphasize her point, Elizabeth rubbed at one... just to groan as she hit a particularly sore spot.
 
"You're welcome. It's the least I could do since I didn't let you know I was home, right?"

Josh watched Elizabeth rub at her shoulder and smirked. "Need a shoulder rub? I'm sure Dad can't help with that either...arthritis and all."

Before she could answer, he put the last of the tools away and shooed her out of the bathroom. "Go sit on your bed."
 
"You're not the boss of me!" Elizabeth huffed, though she sat down on the bed as he ordered.

For some reason she couldn't quite put her finger on... nervous butterflies started dancing about in the pit of her stomach, escaping into her chest. A cough to clear her throat helped things somewhat.

"Please. You know fully well your father doesn't give me shoulder rubs, not since the early years of our marriage. I'd love to receive them, but..." Elizabeth let out a sad sigh this time, playing with the tips of her hair.
 
"Well, I'm no pro, but I'll try my best anyway," Josh pledged as he crawled onto the king-sized bed and knelt behind Elizabeth while she sat with her back to him.

"So I don't know if you remember Kenny Gilchrist...he was one of my teammates here. His little sister is in Jazz's class. She told me he's going to be a physical therapist," he told his mother while slipping his hands through the neckhole of her shirt and beginning to gently rub her shoulders. He moved his fingers over the spot that she was complaining about and added a little more pressure. "Just thought that was kinda relevant..."

"Harder? Or is that too much pressure?"
 
Kenny Gilchrist... Elizabeth can't seem to put a face to the name, but it does sound familiar. "Is that right?" she replied, not entirely surprised. It's difficult to land a job as a professional football player... especially if a man has family to take into consideration.

"I don't remember him, but I do recognize the name. I might flip through one of your yearbooks later, just to see if I can place him..." Elizabeth's voice drifted off into a deep, throaty groan as he began to rub at her shoulders, trying to loosen the tight knots and muscles. "Mm... A little bit harder, but let me take off my shirt. It'll make it easier on you." As reluctant as she is to move, Elizabeth sat up a bit straighter to yank her shirt up and over her head... tossing it in the general direction of the laundry hamper.

A great deal of ivory white skin came into view... not to mention a pair of breasts neatly cradled in pink lace and silk. "Try again," Elizabeth insisted on a sigh, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. "Please?"
 
Josh leaned back and watched as his mother peeled off her shirt, flinging it toward the hamper. With her shoulders now more exposed, Josh was free to do better work. He placed his hands and began to rub hard at her sore spots. With her breasts now in view, it was a struggle for Josh not to admire them. He looked up at the ceiling fan twirling above them as he massaged her, but he found himself glancing back down toward her cleavage.

It was then that he really hoped Jazz was too far into her music to see what he and Elizabeth were up to. She'd be horrified to see her brother massaging her nearly topless mother's shoulders. Meanwhile, Josh could feel this...tension...mounting between him and his mother. Leaning down, he softly murmured, letting his warm breath graze her neck.

"How's that feel?"
 
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