RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

Last edited by Courtney on Tue May 20, 2008 2:15 am; edited 1 time in total

"It wasn't dog shit, it was melted chocolate. You goofball," I say just as maturely as he said to me, adding a push to his shoulder for emphasis.

I look back at Becky to see her smiling at Chris herself.

Oooh God.

"Hi Chris," she says as she pivots on her foot, and twirling one of her long blonde bangs with her purple painted nails.

"Oh Sweet Jesus," I say as I slap my hand on my forehead and shake my head.

I turn my heel and make my way over to my locker and pull it open. I have no reason to get anything out or put anything in, it's just the grey, rusting metal is much more attractive than the train wreck happening right next to me.

I continue just smiling goofily at her, having lost all ability to say or think anything. At all.

"Uh, I... um..."

I look across to Courtney for any kind of help but there's nothing. She's the worst sister in the world. She could at least try to hook me up with some of her friends. I'd do the same for her. After I'd finished screaming and hiding at the thought of her doing anything remotely sexual.

I look back to Becky. God, she's so hot. Like, unnaturally... totally abnormally hot.

"You, uh... wanna grab something to eat sometime or something?"

Smooth, Chris.

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"Yeah, I'd really like that, a lot," Becky says.

I widen my eyes and look away from the inside of my locker to look at the pair. Did he just ask what I think he just asked? He asked her out! Without throwing up on her shoes, or sweating or giggling or... even choking on his own saliva. Woooah!

I look at the smiling pair as Becky announces she has to go to cheer-leading practice, lingering more around Chris and completely ignoring me. Best friend, y'know, he's my brother!

I watch Becky as she walks down the hallway away from both of us. Then I turn my eyes back to Chris, and he's looking at Becky too. Fucking checking her out! What the hell? When the hell did he get confidence of any kind? Has he being reading my magazines.

"What was that?" I ask him with my arms folded over my chest.

She said yes? Even with my um's and erm's and... she said yes?! As Becky disappears out of sight, I punch the air and start up one of my famous victory dances before my sisters question registers in my head, causing me to stop mid-body pop.

"I'd have thought it was obvious." I say, looking back at Courtney, "I asked out your hot friend and she said yes because I'm just that irresistable."

I put my hand out to lean against the lockers. Unfortunately due to how nervewracking asking Becky out was, my palms are sweaty and slides down the locker, causing me to fall headfirst into it.

"Ow."

I watch as Chris falls to the floor, blinking at I do so.

"Smooth Romeo, real smooth," I say as I walk over to him to help him up.

"Hey Courtney," I look up from holding onto Chris's arm to see some of the senior boys from the best band in our school, Lactex.

I see the guy at the front smiling at me and I just stand there holding onto Chris's arm, grinning at them, trying to act as cool as I possibly can. But even I have problems when it comes to these guys, they are just so fucking hot! And the singer, Nick, is smiling at me!

"Hey Nick," My voice quivers a little.

Damn it!

I can't help the little smirk on my face now. Now who's laughing, eh Courtney my dear? Well not me, I'm still trying to stand upright. Once I manage to find my footing again, I look across at Nick.

Why is it I can talk to the popular guys but you stick a chick in front of me and I don't even know how to say my own name?

"You know my sister here reeeeeaaally likes you." I say, smirking cheekily, "I've heard her talking about you with her friends."

I put on a girly voice, edging away from Courtney as I do so, "Oh Nick's sooooo hot! I wish it was me he was riding instead of that bike."

I think now might be time to run.

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I open my mouth to speak and turn my head slowly towards Chris, my mouth open agape as he just grins at me as he's backed up against the lockers.

I turn back to Nick and his friends with a smile, "My brother. He's such a virgin," I say before looking back at him.

Granted, I am too, but hey, Nick doesn't need to know that.

"I guessed," Nick says before looking around at his friends, I so said the wrong thing there, ooooh man!

"Later Courtney."

I watch with a smile as Nick and his friends walk away from me. Obviously about to burst into fits of laughter as soon as they are out of sight from me. I turn back to Chris, widening my eyes and backing him up against the lockers.

"Boy, when we get home I am telling Dad that you unlocked the child lock on the internet," I tell him in a deadly serious voice.

"Pft, you wouldn't dare. Then they'd turn it back on and your secret porn addiction would be out." I say, still with the cheeky grin.

I know she wouldn't dare hurt me. Much. Hard. Okay, she'd hurt me but it'd heal up. Besides, I could tell Dad and she'd get in trouble and, okay it'd seem like I was a total pansy but I have very little dignity left.

"Anyway, you two could now bond over how much of a brat I am. It's a perfect plot and you know it."

Last edited by Courtney on Tue May 20, 2008 2:20 am; edited 1 time in total

"It's not an addiction, just because I'm more sexually developed than you," I grin as soon as I see him grimace at my comment.

"Gross huh?"

I let go of his shirt and wipe my hands on my jeans.

"Yeah, it'd work if I could look him in the face now without having visions of him naked on his motorcycle..." I trail off a little now thinking about this, I smile a little at the image.

"You see, this is your fault," I say as I point to the grin on my face.

I wink at Chris before shutting my locker that I forgot was open until now and start down the corridor. I don't really care if Chris follows me or not, I just want to get home now. I actually have no idea why I have stayed longer than I have.

I wait a long moment before following after her. I'm now having the same images and needless to say, they're not really having the same effect as it is on Courtney. Suppose that's a good thing though, it just means I don't have to sit through one of my dad's lectures on safe gay sex... again.

I run after Courtney as I see her exiting the building, "I hope you're aware I'm never going to be able to get that image out of my head now, you harpy."

I start clawing at my head, "Gah. Just for that I'm going to... do something I haven't thought of yet!"

"Well, if you liked the images, it would explain the tight pants and the make up," I smirk as he walks along side me.

"And you wouldn't do anything to me, besides, if you did I could just do this," I say before thinking of something really sad.

I look up at the sun and I can feel some tears pin pricking my eyes already.

"Daddy? Chris was so horrible to me today," I sniff, "and after I got him a date with my best friend as well. I was only being a good sister..." I say fake blubbering a little now.

"Do I need to go on?" I ask as I raise my eyebrow to him as we start to walk along the main road home.

"That's evil. Just becauses Dad M passed that ability onto you, doesn't mean you can take advantage of it like that." I say, narrowing my eyes at her, "Anyway, it would work. Coz I've got his smile and we all know Dad Z can't resist that."

I've evened the score but it obviously won't last for long. The harlot has something up her non existent sleeve, nestling on her shoulder that isn't hair that's been raped by hair spray.

"Honestly, Court, why do we fight like this?" I ask, putting on my most convincing concerned brother voice and throwing my arm around her shoulder, "We should be working together against them, not against each other."

"Because it's easier to fight you than team up with you, seriously," I say to him as I try to shake off his arm from my shoulder.

"Besides, little brother, we are meant to fight, it's what siblings do. Any family that says their kids never fight have obviously got something to hide. Even that or the kids are fucking... Euwww incest..." I say after I realise what I have just said, but at least it got Chris to take his arm away from me.

"So, moving onto matters that don't involve me getting the Dad's to yell at you or... incest, where are you planning on taking Becky for your first ever date in the history of ever?" I ask him, but he doesn't look convinced about talking to me about this. But, I have my reasons for asking.

"Hey. It's better if you ask me than the 'rents because they will just suggest crashing an arcade," I tell him, hey, he may be my annoying bug of a brother, but I still need to help him, right?

"This is so not my first date ever." I insist, "There was that Egyptian girl who came for the week."

I choose to leave out the fact I ate so many burgers out of nerves on our date that she thought I was a digusting slob and couldn't eat solid food for a week.

"Anyway, I was thinking maybe..."

Damnit. I wasn't really thinking. Fuck, I'd have forgotten I'd asked her out if Courtney hadn't reminded me.

"Uh... well there's the beach? And ice-creams or something." I offer.

"The beach? Chris, you really don't know Becky... or actually girls in general, at all, do you?" I say as I look over at him, but he just looks confused.

I sigh, "the beach is windy, windy means messing up your hair. Becky carries a bottle of hairspray, a comb, a hair brush, straighteners and two mirrors with her everywhere she goes in case of a catastrophe. If you took her to the beach, you'd never hear the end of it from her, or me."

He glares at me as we turn the corner down our block, "hey, I am just trying to help you!"

"Well what do you suggest Miss I-Know-Girls-Better-Than-You." Okay, my insults are lame right now, "Where else can I take her that won't make me seem like a total letch?"

I cross my arms and look at her, my best impatient stare across my features, "HMMMM?"

I raise my eyebrow at him, narrowing my eyes at him as we stop outside of our house. I would tell him this in the house, but I have a feeling as soon as I say anything in the semantic fields of date, girls and movies, than Dad M will be all over Chris like a leach. And even though he's my annoying brother, no one deserves that.

"OK," I lean on the brick wall and look over at Chris as I drop my school bag on the floor, "you have a number of choices. Movies. Bowling. Local Gig. Shopping," I count off all the things on my fingers.

"Right, local gig, not good for you. You don't know any bands to introduce Becky too to make yourself look cooler. So, count that out. Shopping, so not your sense, as you can barely dress yourself. Bowling, is just, euww with the rental shoes, so no. So, the movies is probably the best bet for you, it's dark and you don't have to talk."

I smile at him, "so, take her to see the movie of her choice. If she tells you to choose, then pick something you'll think she'll like. No Zombies from Mars so that she's hide against you and you can protect her, because you'll be just as scares as she is. So... pick something like... American Pie worthy or something."

"I would so not be scared. You misjudge me, Court. I'm not scared of horror films."

I hold my hand up to stop her from pointing out every single time we've watched a horror film together and I've covered the living room with popcorn. Becuase it obviously never happened. She knocks me or one of my dad's knocks me and I jump and it flies everywhere.

"So movies then? Right, I can do that. Buy her drinks, food, whatever... then get to the cuddling?" I rub my hands together gleefully.

"Erm, no," I tell him as I put my finger up into the air.

"Buy her drinks and food, and then hold her hand, cuddling can happen after that, if she doesn't throw your hand away. You don't want to embarrass yourself straight away."

I know it's probably not the best peep talk in the world, but if I didn't tell him this, he'd embarrass myself. And if he strikes out on a date, the reputation of him being a bad kisser or whatever comes back onto me. Yes, high school is a bitch for when you have a brother or sister in the same grade as you.

"Right, anymore questions? Or can we go back inside now? I need to cut up and customise one of my shirts for tomorrow. I have a new partner in biology and he's going to be checking out my biology," I grin before placing my hands on my hips and waiting for if Chris has anymore questions.

"Well you do have your biology on show a lot." I say, grimacing.

How did I get stuck with the slutty sister? Well, she's not technically a slut but I'm sure if she had the chance she would be. And now I feel bad for mentally insulting my sister. Goddamnit, I'm too nice.

"I think I can manage the rest of this date thing myself." I say, smiling, "Thanks for the advice, sis."

I smile at him, damn it that smile can get me too sometimes.

"It's alright bro. I know I'm a real horrible sister to you sometimes, but you know I love you," I say with a smile before patting him on the shoulder.

I pick up my bag from the floor and make my way over to the front gate. I open it and make my way through the front garden towards the house.

"So, are you going to tell the Dad's that you got yourself a date with a gorgeous girl?" I ask Chris as I pull my keys out of my pocket and start to unlock the front door.

"Are you kidding? I'd have to come out as straight. I think they'd disown me." I joke.

I know my parents love me even if I was into girls [what kind of teenage boy has to think that one?] but it's still not exactly the most brilliant topic of conversation in the house. It gets very awkward. They want to be good parents, all the safe sex stuff but they're a little bit weird on the whole subject. I get most of my advice off my Uncle Brian, the only straight guy this family knows.

"Then again it might stop them from worrying I'm not normal." I offer.

"Meh, whatever. I won't say anything anyway," I tell him as I open the front door and walk into the house.

"Dad's, we're home!" I call out as I kick my shoes off and kick them over to the under the stairs.

I throw my bag at the bottom of the stairs and listen out for any sign of our Dad's calling for us. To get out into the kitchen so we can help them make dinner or where ever they are to get us to help them out. I swear, they can't do anything themselves, they always need the fresh ideas of us youngsters.

I don't hear anything, "Where the heck are they?"

"Can we, y'know, not go hunting for them? Because you remember what hapened last time and... well I don't think there's enough bleach in the world to make my retinas normal again." I say, nervously peering round the door into the living room.

The amount of times Courtney and I have walked in on them doing... things I can only desribe as scary and squelchy and very, very wrong is ridiculous. I'm glad they're still happy and in love but I don't need to see how happy and in love they are.

At least not like that.

"Daaaaad?"

"Oooh yeah," I say with a grimace and a shudder before ascending up the stairs.

"DAD?! Are you decent?" I ask as I walk up the stairs, not even sure where they are or what they are doing, but it is just better for me to let them know I am here now, no matter what they are doing.

I can hear my name being called out lightly and I furrow my brow before looking into my room, which is open wide. I swear I closed the door before I let for school this morning. I narrow my eyes and poke my head around the door to see Dad M standing in the middle of the room, smiling sweetly at me.

"Dad? What are you doing in my room?" I ask him, feeling someone scared now.

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