Disclaimer: Honestly I don't own them
This story isn't really worth much. It's just meant to be funny.
Where was Alanna, Jon thought. She was nowhere to be found. He turned the corner, walked to her door, and knocked; no reply. Where on earth was his ill-tempered squire? Jon knocked a second time and the door creaked open a little. Well if it's open I may as well go in, he thought. He slowly pushed open the door to make it appear that he didn't want to see Alanna naked or something. Not that he hadn't already that is.
Now,
all the way in her room, he looked around. Nothing seemed to be out
of place except for fabric that flooded out of the trunk she kept
locked. Curious now, Jon walked up to it. Picking up some of the
fabric he found them to be dresses and underneath was a black
wig.
"What
the Hell?" He whispered. Even through his remote shock, he lusted
after the way the cloth felt under his fingers. Oh, it was so soft.
Why were men's clothing never this soft? He held the milky blue
dress up to his body and looked down; wow.
"Maybe I could just try it on before Alanna comes back," He thought out loud. Picking up the wig he crossed to her bathroom. After shutting and locking the door he began to change.
Alanna was not in a good mood. She had been hurriedly pulled away from her room and hardly had time to put away her dresses. What if someone saw? Don't think of that Alanna, she thought. Say they're for someone. A nasty little voice chimed in the back of her head, for who would you say? They all think you're girl-phobic.
When
she reached her room she saw that the door was slightly open. Fear
iced through her. Oh no, she thought. She raced into her room to find
one of the dresses and her wig was gone.
Oh
no.
She sat on the bed thinking of excuses when her bath room door opened to reveal a dress-clad Jonathan. Not only was he in a dress but a wig too. Alanna's wig and dress!
They
stood there for no more than a few seconds, but to them it was like
forever.
Alanna
was the first to speak, "Wha- you- that's my dress!"
"I know. I'm sorry. I'll put it back."
"You- my dress!!"
"Yes, I know it's yours" Jon said.
"But you're in it!" She said in complete shock.
"I don't know how I got it on thought. You are so skinny. Do you think it makes my butt look big?"
At that exact moment the rest of Jon and Alanna friends walked in.
"Um…I can explain?" Jonathan said when they just stared in shock.
.
Raoul
was the first to talk, "Why are you in a dress?"
Jonathan looked at Alanna for help, she just shook her head.
"Well you see-" He said slowly, " Alan here likes to make women's clothing. I was just helpi-"
"What!!!" Screamed Alanna
Jonathan walked over to put and arm over Alanna's shoulders, "He's very modest, I'm sure you know. He didn't want anyone to know. So you see my dear friends, I'm not gay. Just helping out Alan. Right Alan?"
"And pigs'll f-" His had was over her mouth before she could finish.
"Modest modest modest. Now if you'd kindly leave so we can finish up in here that would be great."
Once the door was closed Alanna started flinging her fists everywhere. She didn't care where or how she hit as long as it hurt. In defense Jon pushed her over a chair and ran to the bathroom. Alanna enraged with homicidal angry yelled after him, "Why did you do that!? They already think I'll gay. That- that tips the scale!!!" Jon said nothing.
"Answer me, Dammit." Still no reply. She picked up a candle from the night table and hurled it at the bathroom door.
