Tomboy Ain't Good Enough For Ya?

I Need Eye Bleach!

Blair Matthew

Steve and I are standing in the waiting room in the hispital. The rest of the family are inside with uncle Mavis. Steve and I thought it's best if we see uncle Macis together. Alone. And so here we are waiting are asses off till the others get out of that dang room!

"Another minute more and I might just die of impatience!" I exclaim.

"Can anyone die of impatience?" Steve asks smiling.

"I dunno. Let's try." I say smirking.

"But I don't want that dress to be the last clothing you've ever worn." Steve says with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Yup. I'm wearing a dress becuase aunt El forced me to wear it. It's a white sundress and along with it I'm wearing white flats. Poor uncle Mavis is going to have a heart attack! You see, he's never seen me wearing a dress. That's the main reason why he taught me kick boxing. He said and I quote 'I was special'.

Anyways, the doctors said tht uncle Mavis is doing fine but he musn't exert himself too much. So, I guess no kick boxing for uncle Mavis. Ever. Poor, poor uncle Mavis.

"Oh, finally!" Steve says with a sigh. I look at the door to uncle Mavis's room and I see that all the others are filing out.

"Thank god!" I say. I curl my hand around Steve's as we head to uncle Macis's room. I nod and mom and we go inside the room, shutting the door behind us.

"Uncle Mavis! We bought chocolate but don't tell aunt El.

Anyways...........You look like shit!" I say looking at uncle Mavis who looks like any cancer patient in the world would look after a successful chemo. Oh, did i forget to tell you that uncle Mavis is a cancer fighting patient. I think i did. Well, now you know. Thankfully,uncle Mavis has faught that meanie cancer successfully. Must have done a round house kick to the dang cancer. Ha! That's what you get for messing with uncle Macvis!

"Don't remind me. Come here you two." Uncle Mavis says pointing at the chairs places beside him. Steve and I go and take seat still holding hands.

"I see you two have met." Uncle Mavis says nodding at our hands. "So, Blair........will you please tell me why in the name of gods are you wearing a dress?"

"Because aunt El told me to. I couldn't just say no." I tell Uncle Mavis. It's not the first time I've ever worn a dress, though. But uncle Mavis doesn't need to know that.

"I see. How's your round house kick, Blair? Do you practise?" Uncle Mavis asks me.

"It's getting better now and yeah, I still practise." I say earnestly.

"What 'bout you, Steve?"

"Still do. And I'm getting better day by day." Steve says smirking.

"I have thought you two well, grasshoppers." Uncle Mavis says. "So......are you two serious?" Uncle Mavis asks nodding at our hands.

"Yeah. Very." Steve and I say at the same time.

"Well then, promise me you two will always be together. Young couples now tend to have friends with benefits or whatever you call it. I look down upon that. It's stupid and ignorant. And i don't want to have both my best students and niece and nephew under the influence of of 'just sex'" Uncle Mavis says gravely, looking at both of us in the eye.

Steve and I nod with a serious expression.

"Now, give me that chocolate."

We stayed in Paris for a few days to help aunt El with the business. We leave this night at seven and will be reaching tomorrow on a monday morning at 12am. Steve and I will head straight to school and reach there during lunch time. I bet everyone will be staring. At me. And Steve.