“Good morning, love!” England said as you walked out of the guest room and into the kitchen where he was standing and making tea for the both of you.
“Morning…” You said groggy from the night before, “How’d yeah sleep?”
“Not bad at all, I pretty much just passed out as soon as I turned my light off.”
“Well, I didn’t have as much luck with sleeping as you did then.”
“Really, why?”
“I had so much going on in my head, I kept thinking about… Well anything and everything. I couldn’t clear my mind very well. I just kept thinking about what America and Canada would think about me after I told them. And I kept thinking about how bad people will treat me in school and stuff. And don’t tell me that people might actually be nice to me about being gay. In high school it’s a living hell for people like me. And it doesn’t help the fact that I’m already a total nerdy-outsider.”
You and England had a movie night last night and the last movie was a love story. You thought about all of the crap you have been through and what you’re going to be going through soon. England has known for a few months now that you were gay, because you told him as soon as you found out. You finally made up your mind last night that you were going to tell everybody you’re secret. The tea pot screeched on the stove-top, so England put it on the side to cool for a minute before finishing making it, “Well then, a cup of tea will cheer you up! I’m making your favorite kind- (Name of tea).”
“Aww thanks!” He smiles at you and you smiled back, “So Iggy…”
“Please don’t call me that…”
“Then what do you want me to call you? I told you that you have 2 choices- The Iggster or Iggy. Pick one.”
“Fine, Iggy.”
“Anyway- as I was rudely interrupted, I wanted to ask if I could borrow the playboy magazine from you… For… Reasons…”
He chuckled, “Reasons? Of what may I ask?”
“What do you think?” You smirked at him, “Anyway, I know you have some so can I borrow one?”
He finishes making the tea, “Fine… BUT this stays between you and me….. It’s under my bed in a door that’s hidden under a box and a rug. Oh- here!” He hands you a cup of tea.
“Thanks!” You ran off upstairs.
“That woman and her fantasy wife.” England sighed and poured himself a cup of tea, going out of the kitchen and into the living room to read the newspaper.
-Meanwhile-
You made your way to your brother’s room and searched for the magazines; quickly finding them you picked them up and brought them to your room.
-23 minutes later-
You ran downstairs with one of the books and went into the living room where England was finishing the newspaper. He glanced up at you and back to the paper, “Yes (Name)?” He took a sip of tea and peaked one eye open to you.
You opened to the page your finger was holding, “Isn’t this one HOT.” He spit out his tea.
“(N-name)!” He blushed.
“What? I’m just saying. I mean, I don’t care what my wife will look like as long as I love her but- I still got a type!”
“W-what would your “type” be exactly?”
“Natural colored flowing hair, flat chest-”
“Why flat chest?”
“Cause that’s hot to me! And she will have eyes that pop out like gems. And-“
He blushed, “(N-name)! Do you really have to tell m-me this?”
“Why can’t I? You’re my brother- Oh! I see! I’m turning you on right now aren’t I? You know- two girls doing it-“
“I-I’m going f-for a walk outside! Put the playboy back after you’re finished with them! B-bye!” He got up, face flushed, and pretty
much ran out the door.
“Mission accomplished.” You smirked. You love making England feel uncomfortable- it was extremely hilarious.
I'm not even lesbian... But this is awesome!