Dude's A Lady?

Chapter Forty

||Not edited--the writer sucks at editing and is lazy. She was too busy binge watching OUAT...enjoy||

"Oh look it's me." Sawyer drawled out dryly when I walked through the door. "No, wait it's just my sister, stealing my identity."

"It had to be done." I replied swiftly, turning to leave when mom walked in. She abruptly stopped in her tracks and stared at me in bewilderment.

"Is this a thing now?" she asked slowly. "Should I-should I hug you now and tell you I love you?" mom stuttered in shock. I stared back at her in complete shock, I could feel the stress sweat coming on.

"You act like I can't go around and dress like a guy. I'm a teenage girl exploring my gender identity. What if I feel more masculine today? What if I feel more feminine tomorrow? This shouldn't be a big thing mother." I rambled nervously, balling my fists tightly to control my nerves. Did it help? No way, I felt like I took three shots of espresso.

"Is this who you are now?" she asked softly, but you could hear how unsure she was. I stuttered, trying to explain myself but before I could say any more Sawyer came in to save me.

"She's just kidding mom!" Sawyer laughed, tugging me away, "Vivian said she looked way better than I do as a guy. So we had her dressed in my clothes and even got this wig-" he said snatching the wig off my head, "But she's fugly now matter how you flip it."

I narrowed my eyes at Sawyer, "You're right, I could never pull off your look." I grounded out. "Only the dead can pull off the vampire look you had become so accustomed to." I quipped, snatching the wig back.

"Right." Mom drawled out, still lost

"It's alright, you're not devilishly handsome like me." Sawyer boasted, feeling himself a little too much, like Beyoncé and Nicki Minaj.

"I feel like I should be concerned, but I don't think I want to know." Mom admitted, "Should I know what you two are up to?" she raised her eyebrow.

"No." Sawyer and I retorted in sync. We both stared at each other in annoyance.

"Stop that!" we cried out.

"No, you stop!"

"Quit it!"

"Mom!" We cried out, turning to our mom for back up, but when we looked again, we saw she had disappeared.

Sawyer stared at me highly amused. "Why are you dressed like me?"

"If I told you, you would say I was stupid." I mumbled sheepishly.

"You're not stupid, Vi." he sighed, reassuring me. I smiled softly.

"Thanks-"

"But you are pretty reckless." he cut me off with a stern look. My smile instantly dropped.

"I know it looks bad but I didn't see how anything else would have worked." I said in an attempt to explain myself. Sawyer raised his eyebrow unconvinced that dressing like him was my last option. And maybe it wasn't but it sure was easier and I was willing to find any loophole made available.

"You asked Blake how he really felt about you, didn't you?" he guessed correctly.

"I know it was wrong." I frowned, "But I couldn't ask him as myself."

"Let me take a wild guess." Sawyer rolled his eyes, "Blake, does like you and now you really do have to choose between Ty and Blake."

"Do me a favor would ya?" I asked.