The misadventures of Otto Warner

Karen

This is being written by the same person who has can't keep her eyes open, so don't judge me please

(Otto pov:)

I have been meeting up with John every day after school, even going as far as to walk him home sometimes. The conversations are usually short but, I like them. 

He could be totally quiet and then just break into a rant about how much he has for homework or how he hates that his dad is our doctor (I know John Scratch-and-sniff sounds crap) or whatever. 

Today was no different. 

It was so bloody hot! I had a loose t-shirt and my extra short kilt on, and I was still sweating to pieces! Thank god people were starting to come out now. 

"John!" I called, seeing him walking down the path. "Thar anseo!" [Over here]. He must have herd me as he started walking over to me, bit didnt shout back like usual.

"Hi Otto." He said quietly. Something was wrong. (Yes. I am listening to mission impossible on loop while doing this)

"Cad atà mìceart, John?" [What is wrong, John?] I whispered back. 

No answer. Only a hand gusset to a wide hip, middle age, blond hair women who was over the far side of the car park. "Cad?" [What?]

He took my hand and started walking, fast. "We need to go. Now!" I took his lead, but it wasn't the usual way. I assumed he knew what to do because he seemed to know the woman. 

After a silent 10 minute speed walk away from the school we stoped in an old, rundown back lane of the town. 

"Cad atà at siùl?!" [What is going on?!] I whisper shouted. By the look on his face, he was just as scared as I was. 

"You can talk now. She won't find us." John pulled his knees up to his chest so far that I could start to see his boxers under his kilt. "I know. You probably want answers?" His eyes drifted up to mine. 

My arms flung into the air. "Ceapann tù?!" [You think?!] I sat my self down beside him, hiding behind a wheely bin. 

"Her name is Karen. She hates anyone who isn't a straight, white, American, Catholic. She also hates boys not wearing trousers and girls not wearing skirts, even if it's culture. Everyone hates her screaming so much that if she turns up at the gate, people will actually turn around and use the other exit. Even if they live in the houses across the road."

"Fuaimeanna cosùil le fabhd." [Sounds like a problem.] 

"Worst part is, she doesn't have children. She could turn up anytime she wants." 

"An bhuil a fhois ag an scoil?" [Does the school know?]  No response. I took this moment of silence to pull the thoughts across my brain properly. 

Then it hit me.

She hates us. Everything about us was wrong to her. I was coloured, technically. We both broke her idea of the dress code. Neither of us had confirmation on being straight. Neither of us were from the states. John was Jewish, I was Atheist. 

"John. . ."

"Did it click for you yet?" He looked up at me, tears in his eyes. 

"Tà born an domhain orm." [I am so sorry.] I put my hand on his shoulder trying to comfort him. "Ar maith leat teacht ar ais go dtì mo aìt?" [Do you want to come back to my place?] 

He nodded. My hand reached down to my pocket to call his mum. I had her number because John didn't have a phone yet, and we were always hanging out after school or in other times. I typed in her mobile number and waited for a pick up, holding it up to my ear. 

"Hello?" 

"Hi." I replied 

"Oh, hi Otto."

"Can John come le mise?"  [with me] Oh how I hated using broken English.

"Of course! Do you want me to drop some clothing for him and he can stay the night?"

I turned back to John. "Cèard a dèarfas tù?" [What do you say?] He nodded excitedly.

"Yes, please." 

"OK. I'm off work in an hour. One of you meet me at the gate and I'll hand it in. Goodbye!"

"Slàn" 

I switched of the phone and looked back down at John. "An bhuil tù go maith chun dul?" [Are you good to go?]

A/N:

HELLOOOOOOO! IT'S MEEEEEEEEEE! 

Sorry. Yes, I'm back. Sorry about the long as wait between this chapter and the last. I had a huge writing block, then I did a bit of fandom switching, then. . .you know what I'm gonna say. 

I hope this was OK and I hoped you enjoyed it