"Gay?" Race repeated, blankly. I nodded, jumping up onto the counter.
"Si. Gay...Homosexual...Rainbow...I could think of a few crueler things, but you're not going to hear them from me," I said, easily. Spot and Race glanced at each other, and I fought back the urge to squeal.
"Yeah, we're gay. Just don't tell my boys, all right? They'll hound me out of Brooklyn!" Spot said, warningly.
"...for such corruption in my house!" I muttered, quoting The Crucible, a rather depressing play. "Sorry. I just had to say it. Anyway, I'm going to go put on some sleeves. Make yourselves
comfortable." I stopped walking and pulled an about-face. "But no sex," I warned, teasingly. They
both blushed. "Wankers..." I muttered, jokingly. I stepped into my room, grabbed a long-sleeved shirt, and pulled it over my head. When I returned to the living room, I had to walk back out again.
Race was pressed up against the counter as he and Spot macked in my kitchen. It was too hot to handle. I was gonna start squirming any minute now. Clamping a hand over my eyes-Okay, I lie, I didn't clamp a hand over my eyes-I walked back into the kitchen.
"All right, break it up! I'd have to go write forty-seven pages of slash if you two kept that up," I said, grabbing a cup out of the cabinet and pouring myself a glass of water.
"You never said 'No making out,'" Race muttered. Eh, the boy had a point.
"Yeah, well, I figured you two would be too flipped out, but I guess I was wrong," I replied, following my words with a gulp of water. The phone rang, and both jumped a foot in the air. The image was complete as Spot let our an oh-so-girly yelp. Grinning at the sudden prospect of blackmail, I snatched the phone off its hook and said, "Hello?"
"Hi, sweetheart," came my grandmother's cheery reply. I grinned.
"Hi grandma. What's up?" I said, watching in amusement as Spot and Race peered at the phone.
"Well, our flight got moved up, so we're leaving tomorrow morning. We should get there around noon." I nearly had a heart attack. I'd forgotten that my grandparents were coming home tomorrow.
"Um, you're coming into Dullas, right?" I stammered.
"Yes. We'll meet you in the baggage claim."
"All right. I'll be there," I said, massaging my temples with one hand.
"Well, I've got to go. See you tomorrow."
"Love you, bye." I hurriedly hung up, and raked my fingers through my hair. What to do...What to do...
"Are you okay?" Race asked, watching me pace. I shook my head.
"My grandparents are coming home tomorrow..." I muttered. I glanced up and thanked God. Through the window, I could see the barn, which has an apartment. "All right, problem solved," I said, brightly. "Bed time."
I led the boys to the twin room, a large room which had twin beds (go figure), and set them up in there with a strict warning against any...erm...activities. "I don't want to have to do laundry tomorrow!" I said, before retiring to my own room.
Morning came, and I was thrilled to find the boys in their own dry beds. "Wake up, boys! You can go sleep in the barn!" Groaning and cursing in my general direction, Spot and Race crawled out of bed.
I scrounged up some spare toothbrushes, stuck the boys in the shower (seperately), and then fed them an oh-so-healthy breakfast of chocolate muffins. "We're off to see the Wizard!" I said, cheerfully, ushering them toward the barn. It's not so bad. Mostly it's used for storage, but the apartment is all-in-all pretty nice. My grandparents lived there while their house was being built.
"I'll be back in about an hour. Just stay here until I get you, all right?" I instructed. The boys nodded obediently, and I left, not wanting to even think about what they planned to do to amuse themselves.
I picked up my grandparents from the airport and drove them home, smiling and nodding as they caught me up on my relatives, whom I hadn't seen in a year. I dropped them off in front of their house with a vague, "I've got to get a box from the apartment," and then continued driving to the barn.
Leaping out, I hurried upstairs, shouting on the way, "I'm coming up, so please dress quickly!" I reached the top and was relieved to find fully-dressed newsboys watching TV. "All right, you two have to get in the car and keep your heads down until we're out of sight." I felt like I was pulling some job, or something.
Grabbing a box, I emptied it of its contents and carried it out to the car, in case my grandparents were watching The boys slunk to the car, practically crawling, until they were safely in the backseat.
"Keep low..." I murmured. I waved through the window shield to my grandmother, then shot down the driveway. When we were out of sight, I said, "All right. Good show, boys!"
Shoutouts!
XBeLLaViTaX: Sorry, but I'm a slash addict. And, sorry babe, but you cna't have Skittery.
ducks-go-quack-00: I know, I think it's hilarious!
Chaos89: ((manic grin)) I know. Sprace is fabulous!
Charlie Bird: Haha! No offense taken. I personally hate skirts with a fiery passion! Man, don't we all wish Race was in our shower...
Unknown-Dreams: YAY! Cookies! ((munches cookie)) Mmm...
twilight-maiden: Yay! A new reviewer! Haha, glad you liked it.
Nosilla: It's what I think every day when I go to the mall!
time is a waste of life: WOW! That makes me so happy!
