Title: Curse This Sexist World!

Sum.: While Francis already knew, Arthur was the one most impacted by the news. Alfred F. Jonesis female.

Sum.2: AU In an exclusive, international all-boys college, Avery is in disguise of a male. Since this school has the best chance of helping her become a pilot for the U.S. Air Force, why not spend four years as a guy? Of course, she didn't even think that maybe, just maybe, one of her room mates would be smitten with her, she would find her long-lost twin brother, her ex-boyfriend would be there—oh, and that she'd fall in love?

A/N: HAHAHAHAHAHA I love writing this story. I most certainly have lost my train of thought with "Mission Number Avery Spy Extraordinaire" so working on this is good for me anyway. I looked at my chapter summaries, and you know what? This story is most certainly destined for around 15-20 chapters, 2,000 words apiece. Do you know how long that total word count would be? *faints*

Anyway, R&R! Enjoy!

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Chapter 6: Why Arthur (Temporarily) Kicked Me Out of Our Room

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I had not ever realized that Arthur was a misoneist. But then, if you took a look at his Monday schedule, (for the past two years) you'd see it rarely changes.

On Monday morning, he wakes up. Around ten AM. After much poking and prodding, either Francis kisses Arthur or I pour water over his head. Arthur throws a temper tantrum, then takes a shower and gets dressed. We all head to the cafeteria, and we all eat breakfast. Then, he runs off to his philosophy course. He returns an hour later and we head back out to eat lunch. He returns to our room and takes a nap, ranging from two to three hours. Then he wakes up, we all eat dinner, we return to our room, and Arthur works on his newest Philosophy assignment.

He brushes his teeth at eleven at night, and goes to sleep.

And since Arthur is so against change, I knew that his kicking me out of the room was temporary. (Also, he didn't file it with the office, and he didn't take away my key.)

And where do college guys head out to when they are kicked out and don't have a girlfriend? Their mothers!

Of course, I'm not a guy. So I headed out to the sane thing—the house I had before I went to college.

While I was lazing about in pink and black sweats (since Arthur and/or Francis would only contact me via cell phone), I surfed through the Cox OnDemand Freezone. And watched a few episodes of "Adventure Time."

That didn't work out, of course, because every time he said "Because I'm the hero!" I always threw my remote at the screen and screamed "BUT I'M THE HERO!"

Which isn't good for televisions, I found out.

One hole-in-the-screen later, as I was scrounging around in my fridge for a burger (or the makings for one), I heard the doorbell ring. I facepalmed.

"Nooooo, not a visit from my mom!" I hissed, slamming the fridge shut and yelling, "Coming!"

So when I opened the door, I did not expect Gilbert to be there.

I stood gaping, trying to find words, while he just grinned.

"Yo," he said smoothly.

I narrowed my eyes. "Why are you here?"

He peered behind me. "Why? You have your boooyfrieeennnd here or something?" He actually sounded kind of disappointed, but he hid it in his teasing words.

I snorted. "Like I'd have a boyfriend." But, being the good little girl that I was raised to be, I stepped aside and let him inside.

"And exactly how did you make that awesome beauty?" he asked questioningly. I looked and saw he was staring at the television screen.

"If you look closer, you'll see that the TV remote is still in there," I stated like an Air Plane flight attendant.

He roared with laughter and sat on the couch, then turned to me with an innocent smile. "Have any beer?"

I rolled my eyes. My fridge wasn't particularly full with much of anything. In fact, I needed to head out to the grocery store if I was to survive the week of exile—

"Nope," I said simply as I dug in my purse for my car keys, then looked back up at Gilbert. "Oh, by the way, how'd you figure out where I lived?"

He dug in his pocket and produced an envelope. When I looked closer, I saw that it was the letter I had found in my purse last night.

I blushed. "Um" was all I could produce.

He laughed again, then noticed what I was doing. "Where are you going? I just got here!"

I smiled slightly. "My fridge isn't exactly brimming with food, so I was gonna head out to the grocery store. D'you wanna come with?"

He nodded. "Will I be allowed to buy something?"

I snorted. That sounded so like something a kid would say when they found out that their mother was going to some sort of store and was taking them along. "You can if it's with your money."

He shrugged. "Sounds fair enough," he said with a grin.

And, for no reason whatsoever, I blushed.

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I learned that Gilbert can not properly contain his laughter when in public. He laughed when I got frustrated with my cart because it had a squeaky wheel. He laughed when Gilbird pecked a hole in a cereal bag and generic Lucky Charms spilled all over the aisle. He laughed when "Don't Stop Believing" by Journey came on over the PA radio.

But laugh no more when Francis spots us when I finally take a trip down the beer aisle so Gilbert can find whatever it is he wants to drink.

Francis raised an eyebrow as he peered at my guilty look. "Beer? Really?"

I pouted and pointed at Gilbert, who was looking extremely confused. "Gilbert's fault. He wanted to grab some while I was here, innocently grocery shopping." I smiled widely at Francis as he studied my cart.

Gilbert turned to me. "You know Francis?"

I could ask the same. "Yeah. I mean, he is my brother's room mate, right Francis?"

Francis blinked a few times, then smiled slyly at Gilbert. "Oui." Francis sighed dramatically as he looped his arms around my waist and nuzzled my neck. "It's too bad your hero-brother isn't here to save you from l'amour~"

I punched him in the nose.

He wailed and clutched his bleeding nose, all the while smiling sheepishly at me. "That's the Avery I know!"

I rolled my eyes, then noticed Gilbert. He was glaring at Francis in…I would say jealousy, but it looked more like possessiveness.

I chuckled, catching Gilbert's attention. "Ha, Francis always attacks me and Alfred all the time. Usually Alfred would just laugh at my misfortune, so I had to learn how to punch properly." I then pretended to scowl at Gilbert. "So don't get any ideas."

He laughed loudly. "Ah, but you'd allow the awesome me to, wouldn't you?"

I simultaneously blinked in shock and blushed. "W-what?"

Gilbert looked at me coyly. "I just assumed that after that awesome night we had last night, that—"

Francis looked at me in shock. "What did you do last night, ma cheri?"

I stuck my tongue out at him. "Why should you care? You're just my brother's room mate!"

I hoped that Francis would take the hint. But of course he didn't.

"Which means I should be even more protective! Especially if you've been associating with mon ami Gilbert! He's dangerous!"

Gilbert snorted. "As if you aren't just as bad."

Francis held me by my elbows and looked me straight in the eye. "Avery, tell moi what you deux did last night, s'il vous plaît."

I rolled my eyes at him. "All we did was walk around the city, visit an awesome book store, grab something to eat from McDonald's, and then head back to the bar. I left at midnight."

Francis looked relieved. Until Gilbert piped up, "You left out that you kissed me," (which I had done on purpose).

Then, Francis' eye twitched. "You kissed Gilbert?"

I tugged at my hair. "Um. Yeah."

Francis narrowed his eyes at me. "You are to never go on a date with Gilbert again."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm a big girl! I can make my own decisions, thank you."

Francis smiled slightly. "So your mother wouldn't care if I called her up and told her everything?" He put enough weight on the word "everything" that I knew he meant my enrollment at the school.

I bit my lip, then nodded. "Okay. No more dates."

Gilbert pouted, and Francis walked off in approval.

I smiled sweetly at Gilbert. "If we don't call it a date, then it isn't necessarily a date!"

Gilbert blinked, then grinned. "I could grow to love you."

I rolled my eyes. "Just pick out your beer, now!" I said to cover my blush.

He snickered. "Whatever you say, Avery."

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Hee-hee! Another short chapter! *1,634 words long*

Agh. My computer hated me a few days ago and literally broke. I was scared shitless that I lost this entire story, (because I havn't posted this story at all yet. Not even the first chapter. And this is the sixth chapter!) and several other chapters.

So, the lesson here is do not save your files onto the hard drive that contains Windows. (Which means save your files onto the drive that doesn't have "My Documents" on it.)

Either that, or back-up your files onto two separate USB drives. Because if one gets lost, you want another one to be there.

Hope you all enjoyed! R&R! ^^