Going up the steps to the front door, Andrew took his keys out and unlocked the door kicking off his shoes. "Mom? Dad? I'm home," Andrew announced as he started to put his stuff aside so he can shrug his way out of his jacket. He could he calls from his parents replying a short hello or welcome home. The smell of food cooking waft through the air, making his mouth water.<br/><br/>Making his way to the kitchen, he found his mom cooking, his dad no where in sight. Probably in his office then. Before he can reach for the cupboard in hopes for a small snack he made eye contact with his mom.<br/><br/>"What are you doing in here like that?" His mom demanded gesturing to his sweat soaked shirt. "Go and wash up now. Dinner will be ready when you come back down."<br/><br/>Andrew was ready to say that it wasn't so bad, but voted against it, he probably did smell and arguing back with his mom wouldn't improve anything. So he just gave an apologetic smile and stepping cautiously out of the kitchen. "Alright, alright, I'm going," Jack said as he headed for the stairs to wash up.