Alex Dunphy

The nerdy, but incredibly sexy and busty, Alex Dunphy opens the door. She looks like she is ready to go out on a date.

She’s look at me and asks, “Um, can I help you?” Thinking fast, I make a couple of books appear in my hands. “Yeah, Alex it’s me, John. I’m here to work on our project for class.” My words start affecting her, as realization hits her. “Oh right. I completely forgot. Listen can we do this another time? I kind of have a date tonight.” Not accepting that, I push onward, “Well, our project’s due date is fast approaching and we haven’t been able to get together to work on it this entire time, for one reason or another. This isn’t like a high school course here. This is a project from CalTech. So, is it at all possible for you to postpone, or just outright cancel your date? I’m sure the guy will understand. And if he doesn’t, then good riddance. You don’t need that kind of guy in your life anyway.”

Again, it seems like false memories are flooding to Alex’s mind. “Crap, you’re right. I’m sure he’d understand. After all, this is for a grade that can affect my future.” She steps aside. “Please, come in.” I do and I look around, still not believing that I’m actually here. “You’re home alone, right?”

“No, my brother Luke is here upstairs,” she answers. Now, that won’t do. “No, I’m pretty sure you’re alone.” Alex says, “Oh right, he just left. Yes, I am here alone.” I ask, “Don’t you want to call the guy and let him know you’re not coming?”

“That’s a good idea. Let me go get my phone. I left it in the kitchen.” As she walks away, my eyes can’t help but go to her backside. Ariel Winter ended up growing up to be a curvy gal, which means that Alex Dunphy grew up be a curvy gal. I follow her to the kitchen and, to add a bit of drama, I make the conversation not go well.

“What?! What do you mean that you regret asking me out?!” Alex yells into her phone. “All because I have to cancel for tonight?” She stops to listen. “I don’t care if you’ve made these reservations for us tonight. This is important to me.” The next thing the “guy” on the other end says really drives Alex mad. “Well, you know what?! Fuck off!” Wow, she never could say that on the show. Then again, this isn’t actually the show. She angrily hangs up.

“Are you OK?” I ask, knowing that she’s in a **** emotional state right now. “She responds, “I’m fine! Let’s go work on the project in the living room.” She stomps her heels and huffs in frustration as she walks back to the living room area. I follow her and she asks me, “Care to remind me what the project is?”

“Yeah, but before I do that, there is one thing I’d like to confess to you,” I say. “What?” she asks?