Nonbinary Dee Oneshot

U read the title, u don't need another

Dee and their father, ever since the teen could remember, had always had their own silent form of communication, consisting of seemingly normal conversations that had some sort of hidden meaning that nobody could really figure out. It would always baffle Vicky whenever her husband started rambling on about something Dee had 'said' earlier even though the two blondes only exchanged a few words from a subject that wasn't even related. Heavy would always complain about it, pestering Dee to explain it even though the older had done so multiple time prior, Heavy just never understood.

"Heavy, we've had this conversation before, and you never understand. Go... play guitar or something, I'm sick of hearing your voice." Dee pinched the bridge of their nose, trying to wave their brother out of their room without actually moving from their desk chair.

"But Deeeeeeee, you never explain it riiighhhttt." Heavy whined in complaint, having invaded Dee's room not too long ago and insisting upon staying until his sibling explained, which Dee had done too many times to willingly count.

"Listen, I'll help you with your homework for free the next few days if you just leave me alone now." The blonde offered begrudgingly, watching the thoughtful face of Heavy as the younger boy considered the option. Considering how badly Heavy wanted more free time (and how badly he was failing school), he eventually came around and nodded, uncertainty still lingering in his expression.

A sigh was let free from Dee's lips as their shoulders visibly untensed the moment Heavy carefully shut their door, the younger dragging his feet as he disappointedly wandered away. The blue-eyes teen twisted their chair back around, their fingertip pressing the on button for their computer. As the screen loaded up, Dee took to tracing their eyes along the long list of numbers at the bottom of the card they nervously held in their hand.

They were going to have to put the card back soon, and subtly so their Dad never noticed Dee had even taken it. It would ruin some of the fun 'communication' between themself and their father, so Glam's credit card going missing for a few hours was totally worth it. Not like the man was likely to notice, at least Dee desperately hoped so.

The start-up sound being played brought their attention back to the now glowing screen of their computer, and after logging in Dee immediately moved their mouse over to google. After the sound of a keyboard clacking finished, Dee was scrolling through a website, gazing without much interest as pride flags they didn't even know the meaning of moved past. They soon made it to the 'n' section, where they found what they were looking for. Yellow, white, purple and black stripes decorated a rectangle piece of probably bad quality fabric, but hey! At least it was cheap.

Not that Dee felt bad about wasting their Dad's money of something stupid and entirely for decoration, it was all a part of their plans, but rather they just hated overpriced things in general. Pretty fast the 'buy' button was clicked, some more keyboard clacking filled the room, and Dee was prepared to return their Dad's card.

The flag wasn't due to arrive for a good few weeks (and at another kid's house, who they had paid, as Dee didn't want to ruin the fun), but Glam was certain to come looking through out of interest as to who had bought a non-binary pride flag pretty soon after he saw the purchase. Likely in a few days, so Dee didn't have to worry about their little grey buddy being at risk of being found just yet.

And so then, after about a week, Dee's Dad came in just as predicted and did the routine check of the cupboard and under the bed and such but didn't find anything useful. And just as before, Dee had left their chest locked and reminded Glam of how they were old enough to be keeping their own secrets. After an agonizingly long more couple of days, Dee's phone screen lit up with a message.

'It's here.' The message from an unsaved number read, prompting Dee to glance at the time on the clock hanging from the wall. They would give their Mum a call once lunch started in a few minutes and say they had been invited to an 'outing' and Heavy would have to walk back alone. The bell rang, and the blonde did just that.