Brad looked to the left, then to the right, checking all the corners in the room.

"Did your parents tell you that?" he asked slipping a bit.

"So its true??" I asked a little more then shocked.

"Well..Promise me, promise me you won't tell Steve!" he said grabbing me by my shoulders and looking me in the eye. I pulled away.

"Your...er...Son, he needs to know the truth!" I shouted and stood up.

"Then let me and Janet tell him, we've been waiting for the right time!" he said standing too.

"If I may ask, who is the father, and...why are you still with Janet?" I said trying to be polite about being noisey.

Brad sat down again, like I threw a brick into his chest.

"His name was Frank" he said and looked down. Then he didn't answer me about Janet, he kind of looked up, and gentley pushed me out the door.
I then sat there, staring into the sky on the Majors porch.

I walked home feeling a little bit of accomplishment and a lot of confusion.

Why was Brad still with Janet?
How did it happen?
Who was Frank?

When?
Where?

So many questions, then the one that stuck with me through out the night. Was Steve part Transylvanian...

I tried to push the assumption away. It was just a daydream, not realistic, it was just a coincidence that Steve had them too.

I went to bed restless and more confused then I ever had been, more confused then the time my parents told me Santa wasn't real, more confused then the sex talk I was told for the first time.
My heart raced in my sleep as I dreamed of the Queen. She was gorgeous, simply gorgeous. I wished I looked more like her and this girl Magenta who served her. The queen was screaming about something with 'The Prince' and how Magenta and her brother were foolish to think..think something about 'killing him'..Something about how he was only stunned. Something..It was very confusing as well, which made me wake up in the middle of the night filled with sweat and frustration.

I walked myself downstairs to get some cool ice tea, the summer air felt good on my sweat but the humidy was killing me. As I approached the kitchen my mother and father sat talking in the dark. I froze and hid behind the wall. Not sure why I did it because I know I wouldn't have gotten in trouble. But something in my gut told to me to. They were talking about the Major's about how I approached Brad today with questions I shouldn't have. Then Steve was brought into the conversation. "You know that Frank guy, Steve's real father...He was the one Janet claimed to have gotten her into the corsetts just like Brad..Remember Ralph" My mom said sipping a glass of milk and eating at a cookie. My father 'mmhmmed'.. "Do you believe them?" he asked. My mother placed her hand on her forehead. "She's my best friend, I don't think she would lie about something like this, and Brad's your best friend, why can't we believe them?" she asked. "Because, its foolish and unnatural, it sounds like something out of a B-movie. My mother chuckeled a bit and placed her hand on her mouth to stop herself. "I mean, I knew that Brad wasn't the father the day they got him blood tested, when he was 2, remember..I told you that, but.I didn't know who the father was..nor did you" she said simply. My father nodded. "Its ashame the kid will never meet him" he said and placed his cup in the sink. I tried to tip toe back and the floorboard creeked.

Busted!!