When we stepped off the train, Roger noticed that my sister was standing alongside his. "What the fuck is she doing here?" he asked under his breath.
"If I knew that, I would have told you she was coming in the first place," I whispered back as we tried to establish what we thought was appropriate space between us. Cindy still didn't know I was gay… and subsequently that Roger and I were sleeping together.
When we got closer to the girls, Roger dropped his bag and opened his arms to hug Bianca. She ran forward and leaped into his arms and he spun her around. "Hey kiddo," he laughed, ruffling her hair a little. She instantly replaced it.
"Hey, you don't like it when I touch your hair," she pouted. My heart skipped a beat. The pout was the same one Roger often wore when I denied him what he wanted. She continued, "And I'm not a kid anymore. I'll be eighteen on Thursday." She turned to me. "Hiya Mark!" She hugged me as well before turning back to Roger. "You'd better be careful. I might have to steal him from you."
"Ummm… Bianca," I said shyly, gesturing almost unnoticeably to Cindy. Bianca just laughed.
"I explained the whole thing on the way over here," Bianca said brightly. Roger and I exchanged a look, and he seemed to apologize. This didn't go unnoticed by the vigilant girl. "I told her because I figured you guys would get off the train holding hands or something, and I thought it would be easier to explain in private than here."
"I suppose I should thank you for that," I nodded, "You're right."
"I always am."
"You are just as cocky as your brother," I observed. She laughed.
"There are a lot of similarities between the two of us," she elbowed him, "And one more in the past couple months."
"You just mind your own business, little sister," Roger snapped playfully, "I'll do what I want with who I want and without your input." He put his arm around me and pinched my ass flirtatiously. I jumped and giggled, kissing him playfully.
"Okay guys," she looked away, "I said I was okay with how the two of you chose to live your lives. I didn't say I wanted to see it." Roger laughed.
"That was the point."
Cindy stepped forward. "What? You come off the train and you talk to your boyfriend's sister without even acknowledging me?"
"Sorry sis," I said, giving her a quick hug, "It's good to see you again… But, if I may ask, why are you here?"
"Let's go to the car," Cindy suggested, "We can talk on the way back to the Davis's house. It's a good ten minute drive with Bianca behind the wheel. I laughed. I knew from experience that the Davis kids were reckless drivers.
"Hey," Bianca exclaimed, playfully offended, "You could drive, and we could take twenty."
"I think I'll suffer through," Cindy said rolling her eyes, "I can't drive a stick shift."
"Exactly," Bianca smiled. Another similar expression between her and Roger (though I must say I don't think she did it quite the justice Roger did); the satisfaction of winning. Roger took my bag and followed Bianca and Cindy to the car; an old pick-up truck that Roger once mentioned to me.
"She's put her heart into fixing that thing up," he had said, "Our grandparents used to love racing, and my grandpa worked on some cars for a community track. He taught Bianca what she knows, and she put it to good use."
Back in the present, Roger put the bags into the bed of the truck and the four of them got in. Once they were on their way, I asked again, "Cindy, why are you here?"
"Well, you know Robert and Dad started a law firm together, right?" she asked. I nodded. "Well, apparently there was some lawyer convention thing going on down here, so that's why we're down here. I remember you mentioned something about Roger's family living in the area, so I looked them up. When I called, Bianca was the one to answer the phone. She told me you guys were coming in-"
"You told her?!?" I exclaimed, "My family wasn't supposed to know! My parents are homophobes, and we were coming in to tell your parents about us!"
"Hey!" Roger stepped in defensively, then he softened his tone. "I didn't tell her that your parents didn't know about us. I didn't think it was important. Obviously, I wasn't expecting them to show up."
"Alright," I huffed, "Go on, Cindy."
"Well, mom and I were coming in with the kids anyway, so we thought it would be a good opportunity to get all of us together. Of course, in light of what Bianca's just told me, it would always be a good time to tell mom and dad that you're gay."
"I can't tell them," I shook my head, "Dad will kill me."
Cindy shrugged. The rest of the ride passed in silence until Bianca whipped into the driveway. "Bianca," I laughed, "You're a worse driver than Roger." Roger looked at me as if he were offended.
"Am I really that bad?" he asked.
"No, not in light of the ride I just went on." He smiled, leaning down in an attempt to kiss my temple. I just pushed him away. "Rog," I said, gesturing to my mom's car in the driveway, "I'm not going to chance this." Roger pouted, and I was tempted to kiss him anyway. What a way for my mom to find out. But I saw that Cindy's kids, an older boy named William and a younger girl named Sabrina come running out the front door. I just knew it wasn't the time.
Maybe it never would be.
(A/N- ooooh, what away for Mark to end this post. Ha ha ha. I'd still love more reviews, and I'd like to thank Silly Bella123 for the one I've gotten so far.)
