"Is something the matter, Ren?" My mom called, knocking again.
"No, just don't come in yet." I said, and threw Tawny's clothes at her, quickly pulling on my own. My face was damp with sweat, and my makeup was partially smeared. I attempted to fix it in a hurry, but to no avail. I tried to just wipe it all off with my hands.
"Ren?"
"Hold on, mom!" I yelled, looking back at Tawny. Making my face raw from rubbing. I was shiny now. Stupid idea.
She was trying to hurry and put on her clothes. Her shirt was slung over her shoulder, and she couldn't seem to pull up her pants, "Shit." She hissed, "You're in my pants."
I looked down, and realized that the pants that were on me were far baggier than I normally wore them, and they fit me rather loosely, "She won't notice." I said between my teeth, and lunged at her. "Get your damn shirt on."
"Ow! My ear!" She squealed as I jerked her shirt down over her head.
"Zip my pants." I said, pointing toward her crotch, and heading for the door.
"I can't. You're anorexic!" She said, forcefully, pushing her arms through her sleeves.
I sneered and opened the door, partially, "Hi, mom," I said happily, "You're home early?"
She raised an eyebrow, "No. What..." She paused, and her eyes scanned what of my room she could like she was looking for something. "What was going on in here?"
"Studying." I said quickly, scared to look behind me and see Tawny with my pants on and them unzipped.
She started to push her way into my room, but I held the door firmly, and she took the hint. "Why'd it take you so long to open the door?"
"We were...uh..."
"Strip studying." Tawny said under her breath.
I shot a quick glare at her, and my mom said, "Excuse me?"
She shook her head and shrugged, looking innocent, "I didn't say anything."
"Ren, you've been acting odd lately." She said concerned, looking back at me.
"No, I haven't." I protested, and tried to have an expression of confusion. Don't know how well it worked.
"You have, and well, I don't want to accuse you of lying, but I don't think you two were studying."
I swallowed hard, and found it difficult to speak. Nothing was coming out. She knew. She fucking knew. I glanced back at Tawny, and she was scrunched up, with her arms around her knees, so that her open fly wouldn't be exposed.
"We were trying on each others' clothes. We have completely different styles, and she wanted to see what she would look like wearing my clothes." Tawny lied.
"Oh..." Mom didn't buy it, I could tell, "Well...why'd you tell me you two were studying, Ren?"
"We were studying." I told her. "Clothing." I added quickly, nodding, like I knew what I was talking about.
"Ok." She nodded as well, but it didn't convince me that she was clueless, and then she shut my door and walked away.
I stood there for a while, making sure she wasn't going to pop back in, and surprise us. How could she know? Maybe it was a coincidence, and she just thought we were doing drugs or something like that, and it merely seemed like she knew about us. In the midst of my thoughts I mumbled out loud, "She knows...."
"I told you." Tawny snapped.
"Shut up, and give me my pants. I think you should go home." I said, sitting down on the end of the bed.
"That would be suspicious, wouldn't it? If I just left?"
I shrugged, and she rested her chin on my shoulder, "Why don't you just tell her?"
"What if it's all coincidences and it only seems like she knows?"
"Tell her and get it over with whether she really knows or not."
"I can't do that. Give me my damn pants, Tawny." I shook her off of me, and started to take her pants off, avoiding looking at her.
She sighed, and handed my pants back to me, then sat next to me, "This would probably get a lot easier if you told your parents..."
"Not yet."
"Ok. I don't wanna pressure you or anything." She said, sweetly. Her being sweet was pressuring me, and she didn't know it.
I took a deep breath. Maybe she was trying to pressure me by not pressuring me. No. Silly to think that. I turned and looked at her anyway, "Um...this might sound weird..."
"Ok." She looked down at my lap, "Are you gonna put your pants back on?"
"Heh...oh yeah." I was still holding them. I put them on quickly, then prepared to talk again, "Well...Are you aware that like...when you say that you don't want to pressure me, you're pressuring me?"
She hesitated, "Do you think I'm trying to pull some reverse psychology on you?"
I shrugged.
"I'm not, I promise. You're way too cute of a person for me to do anything evil like that to you..."
I smiled. She was doing it again. She wasn't meaning to. "Every time you say things like that it makes me want to...err..."
"I'm sorry, Ren." She grinned, "I'm not meaning to, really. Just...don't try to do anything major with me until you're ready. I'm not ready to do anything myself, so...I'd probably stop you if you did, and beat some sense into you."
"It's not like we could get each other pregnant." I said, as soon as the thought popped into my head.
She elbowed me, and made me fall over, "You wanna rape me, don't you?"
I shook my head, excessively. "No, of course not."
"You're a liar..." She whispered, and started pinching my knee.
Sighing, I sat up and swatted her hand away, "You're a bad influence on me. I never really even thought about anything bad like that until you came along."
"Did I turn you gay?" She asked me, quizzically. Her expression reminded me of a confused puppy.
"If you weren't so nice, and...hot...and...yes, it's your fault!" I stuck out my tongue, and crossed my arms, trying to be pouty.
Her mouth curved into a crooked smile, "You turned me gay too. So there."
"Shut up. Go play with Louis."
She didn't move.
I put my arms around her, and kissed her forehead lightly, "I'll tell my mom...another day, but right now, go and hang out with Louis...but don't make out with him or anything like that."
"Don't worry." She said before squirming away, and leaving.
She left an hour or so after that, to prevent herself from being invited for dinner again. I couldn't have handled that anyway. There were no more disturbances or suspicious behavior from the parents, but I still had difficultly sleeping, there was too much going on in my head, and I stayed up studying for the test in first period. I had difficulty doing that too, but it was more constructive than laying in bed.
I chewed on the end of my highlighter. Perfect Ren Stevens wasn't perfect anymore. Why was Louis trying to help with everything? It still made no sense, and I was a little suspicious. Maybe he wanted to ruin me once and for all. He'd probably told mom about me and Tawny and said that I forced him to pretend they were going out. No...he wouldn't do that. That was lower than low, and my brother wasn't that low of a person. He was just into pranks, he wouldn't try to utterly ruin my life. And if my mom knew, then why didn't she just say so? Did she want me to tell her myself? Was dad in on it?
I put the cap on the highlighter, and decided I should sleep because thinking was giving me a headache.
The next day started out far better once I'd gotten some sleep. No one was acting at all suspicious. I grabbed some toast, and headed out. Maybe I had just overreacted about everything. It's not like I'd never overreacted about anything before.
It was Friday. Maybe I could stay with Ruby so I could get out of my house. I got to school, and went for the library. Tawny was sitting in the same chair she had been in yesterday.
"Did you tell them?" She asked, looking up at me.
"No." I responded immediately.
"Do you think you could come over this weekend?" She said, optimistically.
I chuckled slightly, "Not after what happened yesterday."
"Oh..." She seemed disappointed. "It's like we're having an affair."
After finishing the test in first period. My mind bubbled with ideas. Ideas that were uncharacteristic of me. I couldn't wait until lunch, where I would start enacting my brilliant and very risky plan. I smiled, and chewed on the end of my pen, staring at the blackboard directly in front of me.
"No, just don't come in yet." I said, and threw Tawny's clothes at her, quickly pulling on my own. My face was damp with sweat, and my makeup was partially smeared. I attempted to fix it in a hurry, but to no avail. I tried to just wipe it all off with my hands.
"Ren?"
"Hold on, mom!" I yelled, looking back at Tawny. Making my face raw from rubbing. I was shiny now. Stupid idea.
She was trying to hurry and put on her clothes. Her shirt was slung over her shoulder, and she couldn't seem to pull up her pants, "Shit." She hissed, "You're in my pants."
I looked down, and realized that the pants that were on me were far baggier than I normally wore them, and they fit me rather loosely, "She won't notice." I said between my teeth, and lunged at her. "Get your damn shirt on."
"Ow! My ear!" She squealed as I jerked her shirt down over her head.
"Zip my pants." I said, pointing toward her crotch, and heading for the door.
"I can't. You're anorexic!" She said, forcefully, pushing her arms through her sleeves.
I sneered and opened the door, partially, "Hi, mom," I said happily, "You're home early?"
She raised an eyebrow, "No. What..." She paused, and her eyes scanned what of my room she could like she was looking for something. "What was going on in here?"
"Studying." I said quickly, scared to look behind me and see Tawny with my pants on and them unzipped.
She started to push her way into my room, but I held the door firmly, and she took the hint. "Why'd it take you so long to open the door?"
"We were...uh..."
"Strip studying." Tawny said under her breath.
I shot a quick glare at her, and my mom said, "Excuse me?"
She shook her head and shrugged, looking innocent, "I didn't say anything."
"Ren, you've been acting odd lately." She said concerned, looking back at me.
"No, I haven't." I protested, and tried to have an expression of confusion. Don't know how well it worked.
"You have, and well, I don't want to accuse you of lying, but I don't think you two were studying."
I swallowed hard, and found it difficult to speak. Nothing was coming out. She knew. She fucking knew. I glanced back at Tawny, and she was scrunched up, with her arms around her knees, so that her open fly wouldn't be exposed.
"We were trying on each others' clothes. We have completely different styles, and she wanted to see what she would look like wearing my clothes." Tawny lied.
"Oh..." Mom didn't buy it, I could tell, "Well...why'd you tell me you two were studying, Ren?"
"We were studying." I told her. "Clothing." I added quickly, nodding, like I knew what I was talking about.
"Ok." She nodded as well, but it didn't convince me that she was clueless, and then she shut my door and walked away.
I stood there for a while, making sure she wasn't going to pop back in, and surprise us. How could she know? Maybe it was a coincidence, and she just thought we were doing drugs or something like that, and it merely seemed like she knew about us. In the midst of my thoughts I mumbled out loud, "She knows...."
"I told you." Tawny snapped.
"Shut up, and give me my pants. I think you should go home." I said, sitting down on the end of the bed.
"That would be suspicious, wouldn't it? If I just left?"
I shrugged, and she rested her chin on my shoulder, "Why don't you just tell her?"
"What if it's all coincidences and it only seems like she knows?"
"Tell her and get it over with whether she really knows or not."
"I can't do that. Give me my damn pants, Tawny." I shook her off of me, and started to take her pants off, avoiding looking at her.
She sighed, and handed my pants back to me, then sat next to me, "This would probably get a lot easier if you told your parents..."
"Not yet."
"Ok. I don't wanna pressure you or anything." She said, sweetly. Her being sweet was pressuring me, and she didn't know it.
I took a deep breath. Maybe she was trying to pressure me by not pressuring me. No. Silly to think that. I turned and looked at her anyway, "Um...this might sound weird..."
"Ok." She looked down at my lap, "Are you gonna put your pants back on?"
"Heh...oh yeah." I was still holding them. I put them on quickly, then prepared to talk again, "Well...Are you aware that like...when you say that you don't want to pressure me, you're pressuring me?"
She hesitated, "Do you think I'm trying to pull some reverse psychology on you?"
I shrugged.
"I'm not, I promise. You're way too cute of a person for me to do anything evil like that to you..."
I smiled. She was doing it again. She wasn't meaning to. "Every time you say things like that it makes me want to...err..."
"I'm sorry, Ren." She grinned, "I'm not meaning to, really. Just...don't try to do anything major with me until you're ready. I'm not ready to do anything myself, so...I'd probably stop you if you did, and beat some sense into you."
"It's not like we could get each other pregnant." I said, as soon as the thought popped into my head.
She elbowed me, and made me fall over, "You wanna rape me, don't you?"
I shook my head, excessively. "No, of course not."
"You're a liar..." She whispered, and started pinching my knee.
Sighing, I sat up and swatted her hand away, "You're a bad influence on me. I never really even thought about anything bad like that until you came along."
"Did I turn you gay?" She asked me, quizzically. Her expression reminded me of a confused puppy.
"If you weren't so nice, and...hot...and...yes, it's your fault!" I stuck out my tongue, and crossed my arms, trying to be pouty.
Her mouth curved into a crooked smile, "You turned me gay too. So there."
"Shut up. Go play with Louis."
She didn't move.
I put my arms around her, and kissed her forehead lightly, "I'll tell my mom...another day, but right now, go and hang out with Louis...but don't make out with him or anything like that."
"Don't worry." She said before squirming away, and leaving.
She left an hour or so after that, to prevent herself from being invited for dinner again. I couldn't have handled that anyway. There were no more disturbances or suspicious behavior from the parents, but I still had difficultly sleeping, there was too much going on in my head, and I stayed up studying for the test in first period. I had difficulty doing that too, but it was more constructive than laying in bed.
I chewed on the end of my highlighter. Perfect Ren Stevens wasn't perfect anymore. Why was Louis trying to help with everything? It still made no sense, and I was a little suspicious. Maybe he wanted to ruin me once and for all. He'd probably told mom about me and Tawny and said that I forced him to pretend they were going out. No...he wouldn't do that. That was lower than low, and my brother wasn't that low of a person. He was just into pranks, he wouldn't try to utterly ruin my life. And if my mom knew, then why didn't she just say so? Did she want me to tell her myself? Was dad in on it?
I put the cap on the highlighter, and decided I should sleep because thinking was giving me a headache.
The next day started out far better once I'd gotten some sleep. No one was acting at all suspicious. I grabbed some toast, and headed out. Maybe I had just overreacted about everything. It's not like I'd never overreacted about anything before.
It was Friday. Maybe I could stay with Ruby so I could get out of my house. I got to school, and went for the library. Tawny was sitting in the same chair she had been in yesterday.
"Did you tell them?" She asked, looking up at me.
"No." I responded immediately.
"Do you think you could come over this weekend?" She said, optimistically.
I chuckled slightly, "Not after what happened yesterday."
"Oh..." She seemed disappointed. "It's like we're having an affair."
After finishing the test in first period. My mind bubbled with ideas. Ideas that were uncharacteristic of me. I couldn't wait until lunch, where I would start enacting my brilliant and very risky plan. I smiled, and chewed on the end of my pen, staring at the blackboard directly in front of me.