Trust me, I'm Lying [Boyxboy]

Chapter Four

My mom told me that I was not to step one toe out of the house without asking for her permission. I knew better than to argue with her. I was sentenced one week of Nazi Mother.

"Don't forget you have a doctors appointment today," she reminded me for the twelth time.

"I don't even know the dude. Why can't you just fly me back to North Carolina for my appointment?" I asked her already knowing why.

"Because I don't have money for a plane ticket laying around."

I looked around the expensive house noticably.

"Stop, 8 a clock be there. You get to go by yourself because your eighteen but don't forget to tell me the results," she told me.

I had gotton Leukemia when I was in the first grade. I beat it after a year. From then on I had to get regular screenings at the doctor to make sure it hadn't come back.

"Just give me the address, Mother Dearest."

She handed me a post-note with the adress, "And be polite."

"Aren't I always?" I said with a mischievious smile.

I got into the car and plugged the adress into Maps on my phone. This time the experience with Maps was more pleasant. It didn't repeat itself quite as much.

It took me a while to find a parking spot once I found the hospital. I ended up circling the place about 3 times looking for the right area.

10 minutes late, I walked into the waiting area. I gave them my name and sat down. Almost immediatly I was called back.

"Exam room 11. Third one on the left.," the nurse said. I followed her and went into an exam room. I took off my shoes and she observed me.

"Done this before?" I looked up.

"Many times."

She lead me to a scale to take my heigh and weight. Then she told me to sit down so she could take my blood. I did as I was told.

"Am I paying Rousseau or you?" I asked after a few minutes.

She smiled.

"All done, you can go put your shoes on and Dr. Rousseau will be in to talk to you in about an hour."

I scoffed, "An hour? What happened to the pacient comes first?"

She led me back to my room and I put on my shoes. She turned to leave, and I called after her.

"Wait, nurse!" She turned around.

"Do you have any games here?" I asked her. My old hospital had all sorts of games from Molopoly to Hungry Hungry Hippos.

"Of course we do," she answered.

"Will you play one with me?"

She looked hesitantly down the hallway.

"Please?" I added.

"Okay but in the waiting area. And just know, I'm too old for you," she declared.

I stood up and smirked. "Don't flatter yourself, I'm gay."

She laughed.

We walked back out to the waiting room and I told her she can pick whatever game, I didn't care. She came back with chess.

"I'm warning you, I'm the queen at this," she told me.

"That's too bad. I'm the king. Everybody knows the point is to capture the king not the queen." She narrowed her eyes at me.