Being sent away (Shawn/Heather)

She looked at him. "Why?"

"Those clothes are not appropriate for a girl your age."

She rolled her eyes. "Might as well show it will I got it." She said.

"That's not a good attitude to have."

She shrugged.

Shawn sighed.

She looked at him.

He shook his head and walked downstairs.

She finished unpacking, and went downstairs.

Shawn was grilling on the back patio.

"So did mom ask you to take me or what?" Heather asked Shawn taking off the jacket.

"No I volunteered when she was talking about how things were going."

She rolled her eyes.

Shawn didn't look over cause he was trying to not to burn the chicken.

"She really called you bitch about how things were going?...Wow."

"Watch your language."

She laughed.

He sighed.

Rebecca Walked in the house. "I'm home babe."

"We're on the patio." Shawn called.

Rebecca walked out and hugged Heather when she pulled back she looked at her outfit. "Honey what are you wearing?"

Heather shrugged.

"I made her put my jacket on. You should see the rest of her wardrobe." Shawn said turning over the chicken.

Rebecca looked at her.


"Its not that bad."

Rebecca looked at Shawn.

"Mini skirts, short shorts, and ripped jeans."

Rebecca gave a sad smile to Heather. "Mini Skirts?"

Heather nodded and sat down.

"I'm shocked that you can sit after your uncle seen you in that outfit."