Potty Mouth

Annabelle smoothed down the tunic as she smiled at Murphy and fourteen-year-old Murphy rolled his eyes. Both he and Connor had to pick an extra class to round out their class schedule at school and Connor had talked Murphy into taking Drama. Murphy had to admit he did like the class and Connor seemed to be enjoying himself. But Connor was not enjoying his being cast as Dopey in the school production of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.

"I'm tellin' you, Ma. Sister Mary Theresa hates me!"

"But you said you wanted a character who didn't have a lot t'say."

"I did. But everyone's callin' me "Dopey" all th'time!"

"That'll pass once th'play's over."

Murphy, on the other hand, was cast as Prince Charming and he had been a nervous wreck over the idea of kissing Emma MacDane, who was cast as Snow White.

"But I've never kissed a girl before."

"Murphy, all you gotta do is lean in until you're face-to-face. You don't really have t'kiss her."

"Connor's right."

"Fine."

"There. All done," Annabelle said as she looked at Murphy then she picked up the camera off the table.

"No! There is no way you are takin' pictures of us dressed like this!" Connor said as he took off the headband with the large plastic ears and she sighed, placing the headband back on his head.

"I promise no one will ever see them."

Frowning, Connor nodded as he and Murphy gave her a forced grin and Annabelle took some photographs.

A short time later, they arrived at the school while Annabelle helped Murphy place the felt hat on his head and she brushed the dark hair out of his eyes. He was looking over at Emma as he sighed and Annabelle saw his hands were shaking.

"Just relax, Luv. It'll be over before you know it," she whispered and he nodded. She gave her sons a hug before she went to find her seat and she made a silent prayer for Murphy to be alright.

Annabelle admitted she was enjoying herself as she watched the play and Connor had given her a small wave when he had found her in the audience. Murphy had quickly walked on then off stage during his first appearance and Annabelle frowned at the people around her laughing at him.

The play was coming to an end as she watched Connor and the other boys kneeling around what was supposed to be the glass coffin in which Snow White was lying in and they waited for Prince Charming to go onstage. Annabelle prayed for Murphy to appear as he was shoved onstage and Annabelle swore to herself that she would have words with Sister Mary Theresa about it. She watched Murphy walking to the others as he looked at the audience then he glanced at Connor and Connor saw the fear in his twin's eyes.

"You can do it, Murphy," he whispered while giving his twin a thumb's up and Murphy swallowed the lump in his throat. He looked down at Emma laying there with her eyes closed and he lowered his head. Sister Mary Theresa told him he had to actually place his lips on Emma's lips and he closed his eyes, slightly opened his mouth and his lips touched Emma's lips.

Suddenly, Emma made a loud gurgling sound as her head jerk up with a loud crack and Murphy moved back with his hands over his nose and mouth.

"Murphy!" Connor said as he ripped the hat and the headband off his head and he ran to his twin. Murphy was shaking as Connor slid his right arm around Murphy's shoulders and Murphy lowered his hands. He had blood rolling down his face from where Emma's head hit his nose and he leaned over as he vomited three times on the floor.

"You fuckin' bitch! You vomited in my mouth!" Murphy shouted as the curtains closed then he vomited all over Connor's tunic. "Shit! What the hell did you eat!? Fuckin' onions?! An' I think you broke my fuckin' nose!"

"That will be enough!" Sister Mary Theresa yelled as she held Emma and Emma sobbed.

By the time Annabelle had made it backstage, Murphy was on his knees and he was vomiting again. Connor was holding him afterwards while Annabelle ran to them and Murphy's face was covered in sweat and blood.

"Murphy!" she said as she knelt next to her sons and he had tears rolling down his face.

"I don't feel good, Ma," Murphy said with a small whimper and she brushed the hair out of his eyes. Connor and Annabelle helped him to his feet as they walked away and Murphy leaned his cheek against his twin's right shoulder.

Murphy had to stay home for two weeks and he had seen the family doctor three times to make sure he hadn't suffered any ill-effects from Emma vomiting into his mouth.

It took a lot of talking for Annabelle to finally get him to agree to go back to school and she had escorted him and Connor to school after the doctor assured Father MacVey there was nothing wrong with Murphy. They walked down the hallway as Murphy kept his head down and Connor glared at anyone who was whispering or snickering. They stopped at Murphy's locker as he used the combination to unlock it and he opened the door.

"What is that?!" Annabelle asked as she looked at the paper banner taped to the inside of his locker door and on the banner was a drawing of what looked like a prince in fine clothing with a toilet for a head. Green and yellow paint was spewing from the mouth of the toilet and the words POTTY MOUTH was painted at the top of the banner. Annabelle quickly spun around as she looked at the children snickering or laughing and she growled. "You fuckin' little bastards! You think this is funny?! Do you?! You won't think it's funny once Father MacVey finds out! An' yer parents!"

Murphy had been looking at the banner when he looked at what was written at the top and he turned to Connor. He pushed his twin as Connor fell to his bottom and Annabelle gasped.

"Murphy, why did you do that?!"

"He's th'one who did this!" Murphy said as he pointed to the banner.

"Connor, you did this!?" Annabelle demanded and Connor got to his feet.

"I did. I was gettin' tired of him fuckin' mopin' an' lookin' all gloomy," Connor said. Connor lowered his head while Murphy looked at the banner and a smile appeared on his face. Murphy started snickering then he sank to his bottom as laugher erupted from him and he went onto his back. He kicked his legs in the air as he laughed some more and he lightly pounded his fists against his knees. Once he calmed down, he sat up and Connor sat next to him.

"That… That is bloody brilliant!" Murphy said, wiping the tears away with the back of his right hand. Connor wrapped his arms around his twin's shoulders and Annabelle sighed, rolling her eyes. They stood up as Murphy carefully removed the banner and he rolled the banner up before he handed the banner to Annabelle.

"Uh… Murphy?" made him turn around and Murphy looked at Emma. She slowly walked closer as he titled his head to one side and she folded her hands in front of her. "How are you?"

"I'm fine."

Suddenly, Emma moved closer when she kissed the tip of his nose then his lips and he blinked his eyes a few times.

"Wanna eat lunch together?" she whispered.

"Uh… Sure," he whispered and she softly smiled.

"See you later then."

Murphy felt the blush moving across his cheeks as she walked away and Connor looked from her to his twin then back.

"Christ," Connor said, leaning his left elbow on Murphy's right shoulder and Connor smiled.

"Lord's name," Annabelle scolded, noticing the confused look on Murphy's face. "Are you alright?"

"Aye," Murphy said, smiling.

Patting his left shoulder, Annabelle walked down the hallway as she shook her head and a small laugh escaped her lips.