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Chapter 12: Caught in the headlights

(5pm at the DCFDTL Mansion)

Greta sat in her room reading a fashion magazine. She was too fat for the dresses shown on the almost bony women and female teenagers in it, but she always looked in them wishing she was beautiful like that.

"Reading about an unattainable future?" Father asked from her bedroom door and Greta looked up on surprise.

"Father!" Greta cried and jumped to her feet, "Good Evening," she said formally.

"Good Evening," Father responded with a superior grin, "waiting up for Lenny?" he teased and Greta stood straight and refused to lose her composure.

"Is there a problem?" Greta asked with stiff formality.

"Why would there be?" Father asked with a laugh, "you like my GAY son," he told her.

"Well I guess there really isn't a problem then," Greta stated.

"Stay away from my son Greta," Father said pointedly.

"Well he's gay," Greta said with a shrug, "why would he have any interest in me?"

"I'm not stupid," Father said coldly, "I saw him kiss you," he revealed.

"You spied on us?" Greta asked incredulously after standing stiff for a moment with her mouth open, "I'm telling Lenny," she said immediately.

Father actually looked taken aback for a moment. Obviously he wasn't expecting Greta to threaten him. But he soon regained his composure.

"You tell him anything and I'll have your parents pick you up on the next flight to England," Father countered, "I swear you'll never see Lenny or this mansion ever again," he threatened.

Greta paled and gulped.

"I'm sorry for disrespecting you Father," Greta said stiffly as she held back her tears, "I won't tell Lenny anything," she said in defeat.

"Good," Father said, "and keep your distance," he added.

"Lenny's my friend," Greta told him, "I'm not turning him away."

"Promise me that you two won't over do it," Father said to her, "I'm not having any 'cradle rocking 'or romantic relationship going on between you two," he said firmly.

"Well I'm definitely not going to get pregnant if that's what you're insinuating," Greta snapped angrily.

"Not under this roof," Father responded incredulously, "you get pregnant and you're GONE," he told her, "I don't care if you're the next VIRGIN MARY," he added.

"Well I'll have to be if I get pregnant!" Greta cried, "I'm not high-class co-ordinated but I'm not a slut, sex chasing idiot or whore."

"No surprise there," Father said coldly, "Good Evening Greta," he said formally and left her bedroom.

Greta looked at the floor and sighed. Father didn't even think her good enough to be with her son despite the fact that he wanted him (Lenny) to stop being gay. How much lower were people going to make her feel? Frankly she didn't want to find out.

(Meanwhile at the Hospital)

Fanny and Alexander sat by the pool's edge as they watched Nigel swim competitively against another male who had prosthetics for his hands and feet. An hour earlier they had been looking for Lenny since he wasn't in the car when they decided to show Fanny Chad's new ride. After Alexander cursed him (Chad), they left Chad in his awesome ride and went back into the hospital to look for Lenny. But soon they decided to rest a bit and went into the recreational area. There Nigel bucked into kid he'd soon be swimming against. The teenager was a fan of Nigel's soccer team and was happy to meet Nigel and Fanny. After learning Nigel was also great swimmer, they decided to compete and got permission from the nurses and heads of the recreational area. The boy's name Herbie (yes he's KND Herbie. If anyone knows his last name or his number from his KND days, please tell me when you review) and the other teens were also surprised by how smart he was. He had told them that he had gotten in a freak accident two months before he became twelve when somehow a boat with crazed 'Candy Pirates' ran over his legs and somehow he also lost his hands. He never remembered how that happened but knew that they were burnt to almost nothing. Nigel, Fanny and Alexander were horrified but Herbie told them not to sweat and that he was okay now and swimming and watching competitive football helped pulled him out of his sadness along with support from family and friends. Now Herbie and Nigel were swimming competitively on their fourth lap across the pool while Fanny and most of the patients and staff cheered for Herbie and Alexander along with a few other supporters cheered for Nigel.

"Go Herbie!" Fanny cried, "show that Nigel that disabled people like us can still compete!"

"Herbie! Herbie! Herbie!" was chanted by most of the people near the pool.

"Kick his BUTT Nigel!" Alexander screamed his voice still able to be heard despite the loud cheering from Herbie's supporters and the fact that ALL of Nigel's other supporters voices were drowned out, "win it! Win it!" he shouted and now stood up jumping and up and down and screaming support for Nigel.

But at the end of the competition, Herbie won by an extra lap (he won 6 out of 10). Nigel's supporters were disappointed but Herbie's were ecstatic. While Herbie was being cheered for, Nigel went to the dressing room to get dressed. Unseen, Alexander followed him. Nigel showered then started getting dressed. Suddenly he heard someone behind him and turned to see Herbie.

"Awesome swimming," Herbie said as Nigel pulled up his black pants over his dark blue boxers.

"Thanks," Nigel responded as he buttoned his pants, "you're a great winner," he told Herbie, "even if I hate losing," he added and Herbie laughed.

"Um Yeah," Herbie said, "so uh, what's up with Alexander and Fanny?" he asked as Nigel reached for his white shirt.

Nigel stopped and returned his attention to Herbie.

"You mean romantically?" Nigel asked Herbie who blushed slightly and nodded, "Alexander and Fanny?" he asked barely able to contain his laughter, "it would never work, they hate each other," he explained.

"Oh," Herbie said not sounding a bit disappointed, "so what about you?" he asked as Nigel started to put on his shirt, "are you involved with anyone?" he asked and Nigel shook his head, "you must have a lot of girls asking you for dates," he added.

"And over a year now I've said no," Nigel told Herbie as he straightened his shirt.

"Um why?" Herbie asked and Nigel had to wonder where this was going.

"Because I'm a closeted bisexual," Nigel admitted feeling for some reason that he could tell Herbie, "I date only guys now though," he added.

"Secretly," Herbie said and Nigel nodded, "so you wouldn't mind going out with me then?" he asked and Nigel raised an eyebrow, "you didn't realize that I was trying to ask you out?"

"I sort of suspected it after you seemed to lose all interest in asking about Alexander or Fanny," Nigel admitted, "when did you realize it?" he asked.

"It kind of was always there," Herbie said with a shrug, "I mainly liked girls before my freak accident because outside my home most people kept saying it was wrong and made me feel uncomfortable and scared," he started to explain, "after the accident and during and especially after my depression," he continued, "I started to put everything in perspective and well…girls weren't so uh high on it," he summed up and Nigel understood.

"Well mine's just more along the line that I always knew that I had the attraction but decided to stick only to girls," Nigel said, "at age ten I started to regularly date a girl named Lizzie but she was hard to handle sometimes," he said and Herbie nodded with a 'knowing' grin, "a little after I turned eleven we had a big fight and we dumped each other," he told Herbie, "then I just couldn't find another girl that I liked as much as I liked her," he continued, "then my homosexual feelings grew," he summed up, "and ironically I recently found out that Lizzie is now an out of the closet bi-sexual who dates both females and guys," he added and Herbie guffawed.

"So uh," Herbie said, "you're free then?" he asked Nigel.

"I'm not going steady with anyone to the level of only going out with one person," Nigel admitted, "but I regularly go out with a particular person," he told Herbie, "but we often separate to club and sometimes go out with other people," he explained, "plus he's got to keep it secret or he'll get disowned and sent to a foreign country," he finished explaining.

"Harsh," Herbie responded, "your parents?"

"Hope I'll turn back heterosexual," Nigel told him, "not going to happen," he added and Herbie laughed softly.

"So the answer's yes?" Herbie asked anxiously.

"Yes," Nigel responded and leaned in to rub Herbie's hair, "never dated a guy wearing prosthetics," he said, "don't disappoint me," he added and Herbie chuckled and looked at Nigel deviously.

"I never disappoint," Herbie responded and Nigel smiled and nodded to Herbie who chuckled and shook his head at Nigel.

Unseen, Alexander watched from inside one of the lockers. He couldn't believe that Nigel was going to date Herbie. But at the same time, Nigel hadn't done anything wrong. He and Nigel had agreed to a non-monogamous relationship even though they regularly only saw each other. Plus Alexander HAD to keep their relationship a secret. It would be unfair to force Nigel to only see HIM when at random times for weeks he couldn't sneak out to date Nigel. Nigel had accepted Alexander's needs and life situations. He needed to accept Nigel's. Man or woman, we all have needs. And Nigel needed a partner to be with like everyone else. Even if sometimes the partner wasn't him (Alexander). But it didn't make Alexander hurt any less. In fact, it hurt even more.

Done.

Death's Soulmate: Didn't suspect that did you. Bet most if not this entire chapter surprised you. Does anyone know Herbie's hair colour? If you do please let me know (I've never seen him without that metal hate thingie on his head. I'm suspecting that his hair colour is either black or brown, but if you know please tell me. Thanks). Review and tell me how you liked this chapter. My mother struck again. I've only completed typing this because she's not here right now and it's now Sunday May 1, 2005 at 9:58 a.m. Jamaican Time (only time I know and the country where I'm from). Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Adios!