"What are you up to?" Eric looked at Ian as if he'd really lost it this time. "Stay'n with my mum!"
"Well, she said I could." Ian looked so innocent.
Eric shook his head.
"This is not suppose to be happening." He winced. "Mum's finished with raising kids. And she's not terribly happy with me at the moment. How could you?"
"She said I could." He repeated as if that was suffient enough.
"Why? Don't tell me its that girl you met down the street." Eric glared at him. Ian had his old room at his mother's. She'd called Eric to tell him she was putting his things in storage.
"Kind of." He shrugged.
Eric was in a huff.
"Look, things with me and Dad are sort of on the rocks." Ian finally said.
"No, it can't be," Eric was completely pissed now. He'd said none of this before. Nothing about Dad. "You are his favorite." He stared at Ian as if he had to be a liar.
"No, I'm not. You are." Ian told him.
"Yeah, right." Eric winced. He didn't believe that for a second.
"And, seriously, its my mum. I have to get back at her, somehow. She's cut me off, completely. I can't remember the last time we've spoken. And your mum, well, she's a mum. She's cooked for me. We watch movies together." Ian sighed.
Eric scowled and gave him a bit of a shove.
"How could you? She's my Mum. Not yours!" These were things they used to do. "I'm calling Dad."
"Go ahead." Ian glared back at him. Eric got out his cell and direct dialed while he looked at Ian.
"Hullo." Eric said. This was no time he knew to bring up Amanda and the baby. Just what was Ian up to?