Irwin with an apologetic face before his own mother walked past him to get involved. “We’re not totally sure.” He fancied himself an expert with words, but Miles turned to Mrs. “Or she heard him…” The oldest Hemmings twin pointed to Emmeline as Ashton had his arm around her stomach and Iden was trying to talk her down from the very hotheaded place it took her no effort to get to. “Well, I think he said…” Miles pointed to the man, a middle aged figure donning a Red Sox shirt that was matching his hat which Emmeline had thrown off of his balding head first, minutes ago. The group seemed divided as Molly, Connor, Miles, Iden, and Daphne all seemed equally horrified by the situation that was playing out before them, maybe even dumbfounded, while March and Penelope had their chins tucked into their shoulders, trying to keep their laughter quiet. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, what happened?” Ashton’s wife boldly asked any of the kids while coming between the tall blonds who could take on a village with their limbs, Molly and Penelope. He rushed, but somewhat behind Ashton who took to the scene like Shemar Moore might a crime in Criminal Minds. Michael was able to detect the sounds of his daughter’s curses before the gold doors had even fully parted, expecting the sight before his eyes opened up to it all the way across the lobby and waiting for him to intervene. “It’s an altercation.” Connor leaned in and took the phone from his sister’s ear to say before giving it right back and joining Iden, a weakling, in trying to pull Emmeline back.īy the time the elevator chimed to release the parents like a clown car, Emmeline was just a mess of screaming curls, not unlike how she used to be when throwing temper tantrums all around the world, a peanut joining her father and uncles on tour. “Well, it’s Emmeline…she’s kind of…” Molly let her long blond ponytail swing like a vine behind her head, bopping her head from side to side as she watched the bombastic scene play out in front of her, heading into the revolving glass door. An hour with Emmeline was a lot like babysitting a honey badger and while Molly loved animals, she always understood the use of tranquilizers when around her aspiring model friend. They had been in Boston for less than hour, having just put their things in their respective Four Seasons suites, and met back up in the lobby to go explore the American city together, but already, Molly was wishing she was up in her room with her books. “Yeah, you guys need to come down to the lobby right now.” She had promised to go easy on her studies this spring break trip since generally Molly missed out on the adventures and memories by holing herself up in a hotel room and working to the edge of reason.
Please let me know what ya think if you want to.įorever the voice of reason in her band of misfits, all brought together in Boston for their father’s performance at Fenway Park which was to be filmed for a concert documentary, Molly was the only one to pull out her cell phone and call on her Dad, the voice of reason in his own band of misfits.
I just sat and wrote what came out since I’ve wanted to do something with Emmeline forever as ashtontwerk knows I love her something fierce.
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