Keke: it's super cool and fun to think that someone in China's reading my story haha I'm glad you like it!
Amy: only his uncle and grandma are BNP supporters. I dislike them too.
Breaking news: I'm going to live in Belgium for one year in 2012 so I'm finally going to meet this boy who's been my friend for ages, he's from England, but hey England's almost right there next to Belgium! I'm already excited, does that make sense? The heart wants what the heart wants... My sister married a guy from Egypt she met in Australia so my love story's not that impossible anymore :D Here's another idea for a story! I want to meet him! -need to keep my head away from thoughts related to my ex boyfriend, this will help-
Enjoy and review.
Thanks again for the patience and not giving up on the story! Heaven knows my life's complicated haha
P.D.: I made a lot of researh about the BNP so everything you read here it's true. And I'm against it, though I do not wish to offend anyone.
I laid down in bed and put my hands over my face.
"BNP supporters?" she said in a low voice, like she thought my uncle would be listening behind the door "Your family are BNP supporters? How could you not have told me that?"
"It's not a big deal" I said without openning my arms, trying to drop the subject. God knows I'm ashame of my family because of this particular subject. I hate talking about politics, it always brings trouble!
"Not a big a deal!" she repeated, raising her voice a little bit "Dougie, they are against me being here, in the country! And now they're probably against us being together. I mean, how do you dare being with a filthy, poor inmigrant? Oh, my God! Now they're going to think I'm using you for your money!"
"Babe, calm down!" I said as I sat a bit too fast and felt very dizzy. I blinked many times to recover the control of my body and Stephanie quickly knelt down next to me.
"Are you alright?" she said.
"I don't know, I feel a bit like crap"
"A bit like crap?" she said, slightly smiling "What is that supposed to mean?" She put her hand over my forehead "Love, you've got fever, lay down again"
I did, but I put my arms around her, forcing her to lay down next to me. She didn't even argue.
"You should have told me about their political views. This is important, Dougie. BNP supporters are-"
"Assholes, I know."
"I wasn't going to use that adjetive..."
"My family's not like that, it's only my uncle and grandma... And it's not like they are bad people either, they just-" I sighed.
"You love them anyway"
"Love is a big word, honey... I'm just way too tolerant"
"I love you being like that, but... Don't you think this is going to be a problem?"
I sighed "I don't know... You do know I'm not like that though, right? I don't care where you are, how much money you have on you bank account-"
"I don't even have a bank account" she giggled.
"That wasn't the point" I said as I half-smiled.
"I know" she said and rested her head next to mine "I love you too"
I smiled and closed my eyes again, I felt like they were on fire, I couldn't keep them open anymore. Freaking hell, how do I get sick so fast? I hope this is just a cold or something like that, I've got a gig coming soon and our manager would kill me if I get sick again.
"Dougie, you're so hot" Stephanie said and I started to laugh.
"So are you" I said.
"I meant your temperature. Try to sleep, maybe that will help you. I'll go to the bathroom and get some wet towels to put over your forehead. That always helps me."
I didn't even respond to that, just laid there. I think I fell asleep before she came back because I can't remember anything wet over me, though my hair was wet by the time I opened my eyes again. It was dark outside, the sun was setting. I must have slept a lot! Steph was still laying next to me, she was sleeping. I put on my shoes and grandma came in. She must be checking we're not making babies.
"Hi" I said.
"Hello. Is Stephanie sleeping?" she asked.
"Yeah" I said.
"Well, then please join us downstairs, we'd like to have a word with you"
I swallowed; this is going to be hell of an awkward conversation.
"Maybe later?" I said. 'Or never, grandma' I wanted to say.
"It'll only be a moment" she insisted. I sighed and slowly followed her out of the room. I didn't even like leaving Stephanie here along in the first place.
I swallowed again when I saw uncle Daniel sitting on the sofa in the livingroom, probably pretending to read a book.
"Oh, Dougie, hi" he said casually.
"Hi" I said.
"Why don't you sit?" he said and pointed to the couch. Grandma sat next to him and put her hands over her lap. Oh, God, this is going to be one ugly conversation.
Jazzie entered the room, looked at the three of us and understood enough to leave the room as quickly as her feet allowed her.
"We know you're a big boy, and a smart one," grandma said. Well, that must be the first time one of my relatives say that "and you've got your right to make your own decisions..."
"But we'd like you to know all your options and understand some facts" uncle Daniel continued.
"Ok..." I said in a very low voice, I'm not sure grandma heard me.
Daniel sighed, like he didn't want to say whatever he was about to "We really don't think that Stephanie is good enough for you, you deserve better"
"Why do you think that?" I said, though I knew the answer.
"Well... First of all, she's apparently here illegally" Grandma said.
"She's had a lot of trouble with her mother" I said.
"That's not the point, Dougie. Uncontrolled immigration is leading to higher crime rates" Daniel said.
"What does that have to do with Stephanie? Are you calling her a criminal?"
"No, not at all" my uncle said, but he didn't sound honest.
"I've been watching her during our dinners here, you know?" grandma said "She doesn't seem to pay too much attention to our prays. She doesn't wear a Christian cross either! I'm starting to think she's not really a Christian"
"And is that a bad thing?" I said, racing my eyebrow. Yes, you can say it, some of my relatives are slightly racist, as you may have figured out.
"Of course not" grandma said. Yeah, right, like she didn't think Stephanie was going to go to hell "But we owe it to our children to defend our Christian culture"
"I don't have any children"
"You will some day, Dougie" uncle Daniel said with a very serious face "Did you know that at least twenty percent of the currently resident population were either born overseas or are descendants of foreign-born parents?"
"And your children would be a part of that group if you have kids with her. She's french! They've been against England for years"
"But she's not like that! And she's lived here most her life" I said, a bit offended now, but I was trying to control myself.
"Our family line, that stretches back into deep history, would be destroyed if your kids are half-french" Daniel said.
"We only wish to preserve our identity and national existence" grandma said.
"Well, I'm British and I'm proud to be British! But I don't have a problem with Steph being french. You will have to accept her and I'd better not hear that you've been rude to her because of her nationality! You're BNP suppoters, well, good for you! But I'm not!"
"Just think about it, will you? Wouldn't you like your children to be British and beautiful?" grandma said.
"They can still be half-British and beatiful, grandma! Jeez, you're such weird people!" I rolled my eyes, stood up offended and quite angry to be honest, and made my way upstairs to my room. Little George and the other devils were outside my door.
"What do you want?" I said. Last thing I need is that little annoying kid asking for more favors. What does he want now, money?
"The DVD" he said.
Oh, fucking hell.
"I-" I swallowed "I forgot about that, I had fever. I'll buy it tomorrow"
"But I said I needed it today, I wanted it today! You screwed up!"
"Well, suck it up, kiddo, you'll live"
He narrowed his eyes. Fuck, I shouldn't have said that.
"You really shouldn't have said that" he said in a low, kind of in a 'I'm-going-to-mess-up-your-life' tone.
"Ok, no, wait, I'll tell you what we'll do; I'll buy you two DVDs tomorrow, ok?"
"You'll know better next time" he said and walked away, the other girls following him.
I took a deep breath, cursed a thousand times in my head, then came in. Stephanie was still sleeping, she looked like an angel. I sat down her to her very carefully, trying not to wake her up.
God, what an awful day. She's the only good thing on it.
Though I tried to focus in something else, I just couldn't stop thinking about this; what was little George going to do to me now that I've failed him?