[ This might, in fact, be a terrible idea. Andy can't be sure — what the hell does she understand about teenagers? She hasn't been a teenager in some six thousand years. The two teenagers that she sees regularly include one, her son (decidedly not normal, hence this entire thing), and two, her husband (who isn't actually a teenager, thanks to technology from a galaxy far, far away). Her frame of reference is limited. She is definitely not cool with the kids. She knows shit all.
But Archie's right. Martin needs friends his age. He needs to learn how to... Be fifteen years old. And that's what Richie is for.
She considers asking Richie to take it easy on Martin. But honestly, she's not even sure what the fuck that would actually mean. So, instead, as she lets Richie inside, all she says is: ]
Remember, he's shy. [ That hardly begins to describe all of Martin's baggage, but. Well. Andy glances back over her shoulder into the house, calling out: ] Martin! Come down here, kiddo. Got someone for you to meet.
andy + richie + martin
But Archie's right. Martin needs friends his age. He needs to learn how to... Be fifteen years old. And that's what Richie is for.
She considers asking Richie to take it easy on Martin. But honestly, she's not even sure what the fuck that would actually mean. So, instead, as she lets Richie inside, all she says is: ]
Remember, he's shy. [ That hardly begins to describe all of Martin's baggage, but. Well. Andy glances back over her shoulder into the house, calling out: ] Martin! Come down here, kiddo. Got someone for you to meet.