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

"That's always the way," I say in a somewhat monotone voice before actually getting control over myself again.

I shake my head, bite into my lip a little and blush as I get out of my trance.

"Just turn it on at the unit... thing," I say as I get comfortable sitting on his bed with my back against the wall and my legs crossed in the meditating position, "just come and sit with me."

I pat the spot next me on the bed with a smile on my face.

Okay, don't keep blushing focus on something else. Oh God, how do I have this much blood? And why the hell am I blushing anyway? Surely I should be worried about other blood reactions. I'm such a child!

"Okay."

I turn the DVD player on and turn back to her, smiling widely. I walk across to the bed and move Davey out of the way, apologizing mentally for choosing a girl over him - even though he's not telepathic and can't actually hear me anyway.

I perch on the bed next to her, still grinning, "Hey."

I grin back at him, "hey sexy."

I cuddle up next to his side on the bed, my hand resting on his chest as I turn my eyes back to the screen.

I grin and giggle as I watch the opening titles of Grease, "awww man. This does bring back memories."

Sexy? Since when have I been remotely sexy. I'm about as sexy as a wet fish mating with a panda bear which has recently got out of jail for murdering narwhals...

Oh my God, what is going on with my head?

"I know, I think I was about 3 first time I watched this... might have been a bit older. Apparently I wanted to be a Pink Lady. I, uh, don't remember that though." I say, laughing nervously.

I laugh, "awww, well, as long as it was Frenchie. She was the nice one. If you wanted to be Rizo, you were a diva baby."

I laugh at my own silliness as I continue to cuddle up against him, my hand still on his chest, my fingers toying with the buttons on his shirt.

This feels so comfortable. It's being a little while though, by now most couples our age would already be jumping into bed together. It's a nice slow pace, I like it.

"Of course I wanted to be Rizzo. I'm the biggest diva in this house." I say, smirking, "I used to sing the songs in one of Courtney's Barbie jackets - which she hated. And I'm oversharing now here."

I wave my hand in front of her face, "You will forget everything I just told you!"

I like the fact she seems to be cool with me being a loser. I just wish she would forget what I'd just told her. I was such an effeminate kid, it's amazing I've grown up straight.

I laugh, "awww. Did you play with Courtney's dolls as well?"

I ask him this just because I remember this boy back in kindergarten that used to play with the dolls rather than the other toys. I wonder if he ever turned out to be straight?

I grab his hands waving in front of my face and smile at him.

"I will not forget. Because I need to see photographic evidence of this cross-dressing episode."

"I might have." I say, pouting, "But it's not my fault, I just kinda... found them more fun than G.I. Joe. You're the only person I'd ever admit that too though so it's totally our little secret."

I pull my hands free, "You'll see the pictures in time. My dads can't resist bringng them out at every opportunity ever. They never stopped taking photos when Court and I were younger, so amazed that they'd actually had kids."

I smile thinking about this. It's kind of sweet but at the same time, just means that a lot of embarassing moments have been caught on camera. Like my bleaching disaster...

"OK, I'll keep it a secret. But, if you show me any uber cute pictures than I might scream from happies so loud that it might no longer be a secret," I laugh.

"And that's really sweet. If I'm honest, I didn't actually know that guys could get pregnant until Courtney told me like two years ago. I remember the uproar in our sex ed classes with me and Court actually. People still seem to be in denial about it all, even though they have living proof in twins at the school," I say.

I stop myself now as I starting to rant a little.

I hate it at school. All the teachers and kids all seem to be homophobic in someway or another. And it really annoys me, because my best friend and my boyfriend's parents are actually gay.

"I don't think we have any that bad..."

Lies. There's the ones of me in Courtney's pink wellies playing with the little kittens next door. That might cause the insane squealing. Oh dear, must hide that one.

"I used to think I was adopted for years. I mean, male pregnancy is so rare and as a little kid you're never taught about it. My kindergarten teachers used to deny the possibility when I announced I came from my daddy's tummy." I explain, "Then I had my first 'Dad M squeal' and I knew there was no way in hell I wasn't his kid."

"Well, we'll see," I say with a smile as I uncross my legs and pull them out from under me and drape them over Chris's lap.

"Yeah, I mean, there is no way in hell you aren't your Dad Z's kid. I mean, I've seen pictures of him when he like eighteen, and you look so much like him," I say with a nod, "and you've got his nose too. It's your best and cutest feature."

I smile as I gently press my finger on his nose.

"My nose is my best feature?" I ask, a little confused. I always just saw it as kinda... there, a nice place to hang my horseshoe rings.

I go cross eyed looking at her finger on my nose before moving swiftly and nibbling it a little, grinning as I do so.

"I guess I do look a lot like him. Not a bad thing, I mean, my dad's are pretty hot guys. Euw, that actually sounds all kinds of wrong." I say, laughing a little, "But you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," I say as I keep my hand that was on his face down to his neck, gently stroking at his moving vocal chords with a finger.

"I mean, I look nothing like my Mom really, well, in my opinion I don't. I sometimes think I'm adopted really. But I look a lot like my Dad, so... I guess I can't be," I say before shrugging and resting my head on his shoulder.

I look back at the TV again, a little surprised by the fact that the TV is actually on. I forgot that we were watching a movie.

"Lovechild?" I offer before realizing that was in bad taste, "Uh, sorry, I... don't often think before I speak."

I look down at her, practically draped over me now. It's sweet and intimate. I love it. I wrap an arm around her shoulders.

"Or maybe you were just created by some entity from outerspace coz, y'know, you're much too beautiful to be from this galaxy." I say, inwardly cringing at the cheesiness. Why is it that a beauoful woman turns me into a complete imbecile.

"Would explain a lot, I don't really like my Mom very much at the moment," I say as I raise my eyebrow to think about that, like I haven't already before.

I smile and look away from the TV to look at Chris, smiling like a doof as I do so.

"Man, you know how to turn me into a blushing, smiling fool, don't you?"

I lean up and kiss his chin gently before wrapping my arms around him some more and snuggling closer to him. I don't think that we could really get much closer together.

"Awww, what's wrong with her?" I ask, "I mean, if you want to tell me, you don't have to."

I smile down at her. I'm almost afraid to breathe now in case I push her away too far from me. I don't want her to go away even to use the bathroom. I'm too comfortable with her here on top of me like this.

"That's the plan sweetie, you have a cute blush. I like seeing it."

"I don't know, she just doesn't seem to want me grow up, y'know? She seems to think I'm some sort of slut and makes sure that whenever I leave the house I am a condom with me. She put me on the pill when I was thirteen as well, she's just... I don't know..." I shake my head.

I don't know why I'm telling him all this. I mean, he is my boyfriend. But he doesn't really want to hear about my mom's opinion on me and my contraception.

"Anyway, I'll try to blush more often then. Make sure you keep saying cheesy lines to me, because I love them."

I walk up the stairs after what Matt has just told me. I heard Becky and Chris talking in the hallway, then the kitchen, then he heard them go upstairs and hasn't heard anything since.

I have got home early for work. I got a call from Courtney saying that she needed a parent to tell the teachers about Chris's condition. I have never being so pissed off with the school in my life. Even if I don't talk to Chris now if I'm not sure whether Becky should be with him in his bedroom alone, I will be talking to him about what happened at school today.

I walk down to Chris's room, to notice that the door is shut. And he never shuts his door. I'm scared now.

I bring my hand down to the door handle and pull it open.

"Chris?"

Oh my God, I didn't need to know that. I'm probably bright red now just thinking about Becky's inner workings. Ugh. I'm so childish.

"Well, I think all parents are like that. She's just trying to make sure you're safe. And y'know if she met me, she'd probably really loosen up on the whole thing." I say, smirking, "I mean, I can't even say... sex... without blushing."

I believe I've just proved my point with the little giggle that bubbles up as I say the word. Oh yeah, Mrs. Gordon has nothing to worry about here.

"Okay, then I'll say them whenever I think of them." I say, grinning at her, "Coz they'll pop into my head all the time, just because of how amazing and perfect you are."

I'm about to take the initiative and kiss her of my own accord for the first time when I hear another voice coming through my door.

"Dad?"

I look around the door, smiling a little just to mask some of the anger I am feeling right now.

"Hi guys. Well, you look cosy, don't you?" I say as I slip into the room and cross my arms over my chest, this causes Becky to slide off of Chris's lap and next to him on the bed.

I look over at Chris and see the look on his face to show he's not too happy with me. He'll get over it.

"Chris? Are you feeling OK after today? I just came up to make sure you where. And to tell you that me and your sister sorted everything out for you.

I am about to answer Chris when his Dad comes into the room. I think that's it's really sweet that he's so sweet and innocent. But I can't help but feel a little weird that I probably know more and have done more things sexually with myself than he has. And I'm not so used to that.

I look at Chris's Dad as he stands at the other end of the room by the door. I bite into my lip as I can't help but feel a little awkward. He doesn't look to happy that I am in the room with Chris, with the door shut.

I look down at my feet on the bed so that I can almost act like I am not there while he talks to Chris.

I could kill him! Or just... throw everything at him while screeching. I'm not doing anything wrong. Courtney's done worse yet he's looking at me as if I'm some kind of criminal.

"I'm fine, Dad." I say, trhough gritted teeth, "Just watching a movie, y'know? Hanging out, perfectly innocently."

I don't think my eyes could get much wider if I tried. Please get the hint Dad!

I raise my eyebrow at him as I see his eyes widening at me.

"Oooh boy, don't even give me that look, I invented that look, you got that look from me."

I am completely embarrassing him, I know that, but he does need to know where I stand with this. I do trust him, but I don't know anything about Becky. He doesn't talk to me anymore, so how am I supposed to trust that nothing can happen up here.

"The rules apply to Courtney with boys Chris, they apply to you to Chris with girls. If you've got a girl over, keep the door open and tell one of us what you're going to do so we don't have to worry."

I can feel myself burning up, I'm so red now it actually hurts my face. I nod a little in hope that my dad'll just go away.

"Yes Dad, sorry, I just thought Dad M was asleep and I didn't want to wake him and I'll tell you in future and I'm sorry and please leave coz I'm going tomato here and it's really not cool." I say, my sentence garbled with the embarassment.

"Please?"

OK, he is definitely more Mattish than me-ish, I mean, the last time I told Courtney this she just smirked at me before making some comment about how I just wanted her boyfriend for myself.

"Alright, just keep the door open, yeah?" I say to him as I am about to leave.

"Sorry Becky," I say to her with a small smile, I didn't mean to embarrass her at all, I just don't know any other way of getting through to my kids than embarrassing them.

I smile at them both before I walk out of the door, pushing it wide open as I do so.

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