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Cataract Reaction By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers Chapter Seven He almost couldn't believe she would run off from him as he ran up the stairs and threw open her door. He walked around, whispering to see if she was hiding, but it was to no avail and then he raced across the hall to his room, thinking maybe she was there. Again there would be no sign of her, as back across he went to her room, finding some pajamas on the bed and then a note folded inside in some sloppy handwriting. "Glad you had a nice date and had to scram. Read your text messages." Immediately he ripped his phone from his purse and then instantly saw her last message. "Sorry Cinderella, back to being a pumpkin will have to wait. Pleasant dreams, and you love being poppa's pumpkin anyway. Best Day Ever! Text you in the morning." Before he could even reply, in walked his mother, catching him looking at his phone instead of changing, and almost snatching it away. "Please, Allie," said his mother, trying to grab it. "Could you just put your pajamas on and enough with the phone, so I can brush out your hair and I can get some sleep?" "Yeah," sighed Kyle, walking into the bathroom and dropping off his dress. He did his best to change quickly, and then out he came, annoyed to be in his sister's big pjs. He'd sit cringing as his mother brushed his hair, feeling the tug at his scalp as his extensions were going nowhere, making sure not make a peep as he soon found himself as she often was, waiting for bed in braided pigtails. "Please do a good job on that face, and don't let me catch you on that phone," said his mother. "Wash, scrub and right to bed. Should I take it now, or can I trust you're listening?" "Listening," said Kyle, powering it off and tossing it on the bed and walking into the bathroom. With it in his sister's case, he wasn't too worried about her looking at it ,as she didn't have his password. He listened, using the makeup wipes to wipe off most of it on his face and hated the stink as he scrubbed his face like he'd seen the women in his house do many times. It would take him awhile to fall asleep as he stared up at the ceiling, thinking about what had transpired and what he had done. Guilty feelings about lying and the prank would seem like nothing after thinking about the fact that he had kissed a boy, and that the boy really liked him. He looked over, seeing his dress sparkling in the dark room's moonlight as it hung from its hanger on the curtain rod in the window, and that only served to further remind him that not only did he just kiss Johnny, but they really made out. He lifted his fingers, seeing the glimmer from his long nails and then found himself playing with one of his braids as his mind wandered. He hadn't slept in his sister's room since they were little, and it would be his first time alone there, yet never did he dream it would be with him impersonating her. He couldn't fall asleep, so he did reach for his phone, hiding it next to his face as he flipped over on his side in case she walked in. He knew he shouldn't be, but on it but he started reading the tons of messages that Allie had sent him about sizing the dress that he never got. He had to laugh now as he scrolled, never heading all her warnings, but then there would be a stray message that popped up as he scrolled. It would be from Tiffany Solaro, asking how he was and that she was thinking about him, which instantly brought a smile to his face. He texted her back that he was thinking about her now too, and then suddenly when she texted back, it began a full out 2am chat. For an hour they texted and flirted until finally she sent him a series of hearts and said good night as maybe again he thought this could all be worth it. He stared at her picture on her Instagram, thinking this time their wrestling could be quite different than the last time, and that eventually sent him to a very pleasant dreamland. "Princess Allison." He felt a shake and then he heard his mother's voice. "Good morning sunshine, and let's get a move on." "What time is it?" grumbled Kyle as in came the light as she pulled opened every shade. "Seven," said his mother. "Up, and get a move on, young lady." "Seven? are you kidding me mom?" moaned Kyle, pulling the pillow over his head. "It's Sunday, and I always sleep in." "You mean used to sleep in before you had a boyfriend in the church choir," said his mother, pulling off the covers. "Now get up and I already told his mother last night that we'd be there. You think I wanted to get up this early?" "Why would you do that?" groaned Kyle as she ripped the pillow off his head. "You didn't even know if it would work out." "Oh I didn't tell her we would at all, until we watched a little of the prom live streamed together at her house while having some wine," said his mother, going through some of Allie's drawers, pulling some things out. "So you were watching?" asked Kyle mortified. "Like spying on me?" "Oh please! After what I saw on the back porch, maybe I should have been, but I knew you were with a responsible boy, so I really wasn't," explained his mother. "We were gossiping, just checking out all the dresses and barely paying attention until there was your gorgeous dress, slow dancing front and center and then next thing I knew I was mortified, seeing my lovely daughter busted by a teacher for having her tongue down her boyfriend's throat right on the dance floor. So really after that I couldn't watch, or I might have come down there and ripped the hair right out of your head, so I stopped. I controlled myself and believe me, Victoria was thrilled to see her son not being a wuss that he had such an interested girlfriend, so that just as much saved your pretty ass from me kicking it." "I think I'm going to be sick," groaned, pulling the covers back on. "No you're going to be the perfect little girlfriend again, prom girl, so get your ass out of that bed," said his mother. "You're going to first of all support your boyfriend, who also had to get up and second, I'm thinking church could do you some good! In fact maybe a lot of good!" "Oh gawwd, I'm exhausted," said Kyle, rolling over. "When does this end?" "It ends in forty five minutes with you cleaned up, and I already ironed your dress, which is hanging up! So how about good morning, and thank you mom?" said his mother, pulling off the covers again. "Teeth brushed. Basic makeup. This is church, not the prom! Some blush, mascara, maybe a little eyes shadow and some lip gloss. Neutral colors, and nothing more, you got me!?" "Oh this sucks," grumbled Kyle, rolling out of bed and into the bathroom. "Justifying you need church even more to me? than if just your boyfriend was there singing, aren't you? So wash your mouth out too with soap while you're in there, and for now I'm taking your phone," scolded his mother through the door. "Now don't dilly dally, and don't wait until the last second to figure out what you're doing with all that hair. You will not make us late or I'll be pulling you out of there by it." He heard his sister's bedroom door slam as he found himself having to use her tooth brush. He searched through some of her makeup and could easily handle a little mascara and then used her big blush brush. At first it seemed like too much, so he wiped it off and then after another try it didn't seem too bad. In the same little palette, he figured the soft beigy pink shadow had already been coordinated for him, and then there was a little peachy lip color he brushed on. He wiggled his face and sucked in his cheeks, thinking he'd done ok as his face still seemed pretty radiant from his facial, and then he already knew how to use a little clear gloss. He stepped back, staring at himself, looking cute with some makeup and bedtime pigtails in his sister's pajamas before he proceeded to unwind one side, watching his hair explode in waves. Once he unwound the other, he had no idea what he was supposed to do with all this hair as he reached back, digging under, feeling the little seams. It was wild and messy and he stared at himself until his mother interrupted, knocking on the door. "Allie, Nana's here already, so just get dressed and come on down," said his mother through the door. "Mom, I didn't even," Kyle started to say. "Yeah I know, figure out what to do with all that hair for church since you took those braids out?" laughed his mother, shaking her head. "Let me see?" "How did you know?" Saud Kyle, cracking open the door and seeing her smiling. "Mother's know everything, and just put on a head band for now, then we'll figure it out," said his mother, handing him a bra and panties. "Now get dressed and downstairs in two minutes, or should I just stand here to make sure?" "Just hand me the dress too please," said Kyle, rolling his eyes with his hand out. He closed the door, stripping off his pajamas and then quickly pulled on the pale pink panties and struggled but finally got the bra clasp closed. Inside the peach colored, sleeveless dress with a slightly fairing skirt he went, pulling closed the zipper as best he could, and then stepped from the bathroom. On the floor near the bed, his mother had left him little white kitten heeled sling backs that he slipped his feet inside, and then he stepped from his sister's room in her Sunday dress. From her vanity he took a thick white u-shaped headband, sliding it atop his head, pulling back his hair and then rolled his eyes, frustrated to be dressed as Allie again. Downstairs he headed as quickly as he could, not wanting to hear a lecture from his mother as he headed into the kitchen, seeing his grandmother sitting with his mother, having coffee. "There's my beauty queen," said his grandmother with a big smile on her face. "I heard you had quite the time last night, Allie." "Yes, Nana," smiled Kyle, hugging her. "Again thank you for everything, and it was very nice." "Really, Allie?" said his mother, ripping a tissue from the holder. "I said easy on things. Too much blush, honey." "Oh?" Kyle was embarassed as his mother was wiping at his cheeks with a tissue. "I was half asleep and you were rushing me. Whatever you want is fine." "That's more the answer I expect, but rarely get," said his mother in a firm tone. "Not from what I've seen it, never has been," said his grandmother, butting in. "Everything I asked I got polite agreement, didn't I dear?" "Yes, Nana," nodded Kyle. "Because you'd let her burn down the house if she asked," laughed his mother. "Just sit Allie, and I figured I'd flat iron you hair while we talk." "And ruin all those beautiful curls already?" interrupted Nana. "Can't you fix them and let her enjoy them a little?" "We have to leave in twenty five minutes mom, and it's not like you have all these soft curls we can tame for church," said Holly, shaking her head. "It's her school, so she needs to be appropriate, plus don't you need to try on her uniform and probably hem her skirt later?" "Fine Holly, but you could take some of them up," said her mother, annoyed with her daughter. "And sorry sweetie, but I can have Betty help you again anytime. I just thought she'd like it a little fancier to see her boyfriend, that's all." "Girls wear their hair straight a lot these days, mom. It's the style right now," said Holly, plugging in the flat iron. "Maybe if you didn't give her another freaking foot of hair I could fix it that fast, but instead of letting me know about that, I had to run around for this uniform she needs now!" "Please don't fight," said Kyle in the middle of it. "Please! I'll wear it anyway you want mom, and I'll do whatever you want too, Nana. Please, I have enough stress on me." "Well that's a start," said his mother, pulling a long strand of his hair out and brushing through it while spraying. "So you mean you have something on your mind you'd like should share with us?" "On my mind?" sighed Kyle, glancing up as she clipped a bit of section at his crown in a jaw clip and then flat ironed, gliding down a strand just above his left eye. "Uumm just lots of things, mom." "Like what?" asked his mother, dropping down the long strand and flattening the next. "Let's hear it!" "Oh gawwwddd?" sighed Kyle, listening to his hair sizzle as she glided through another section a few times. "Is this about boys again?" "Well it wasn't, but that is something we didn't finish talking about," said his mother, dropping down another. "Your grandmother doesn't believe how boy crazy her precious little princess is? So go ahead tell her?" "I can't mom," sighed Kyle, closing his eyes, not even wanting to think about it. "Because I'm not?" "Bullshit, prom girl!" said his mother, giving the next strand an extra yank as she brushed through it. "You think I didn't know who I'm dealing with here?" "Holly," interrupted Nana. "That's uncalled for." "Is it?" replied Holly, flattening the next section. "Did I not tell you no phones and to bed? and were you on yours?" "Maybe," sighed Kyle, staring down at his lap. "But not for long? And how could you know that? You spying on me again?" "I fucking should be, because you're so freaking deceitful, aren't you?" scolded his mother, brushing hard again. "Ouuchh mom," groaned Kyle as she gave a yank. "You're hurting me." "Holly?" said Nana, concerned, as in went the flat iron. "You're probably making a big deal out of nothing?" "Am I?" said Holly, dropping down the next section. "Tell your grandmother who's the liar?" "I am Nana," nodded Kyle as she moved the clip, working the next section. "I was on my phone. I didn't intend to, but I just checked it and got caught up." "That's better, and I wasn't spying," smiled his mother, brushing again and spraying in the back. "I just expected it, and now you've ratted yourself out!" "Like I didn't deserve the punishment I'll be getting eventually anyway," sighed Kyle. "I'm sorry, and I can't take it anymore. I have to tell both of you something, and whatever you do to me, I'll accept it." "Save it," said his mother, gliding through the iron. "Why do you think she's here?" "Oh so not to come to church with us?" smirked Kyle, tossing up his hands. "I'm sorry Nana. Things just got carried away, and I couldn't ruin everything. I was really panicked and freaked out and then there was Johnny and his family, and I was pushed to go. Things just kept spiraling and I wanted to tell you like a million times and almost did, but just didn't. Really in the end if I did I was just worried I'd ruin everything for him and for all that you did to help me." "I know, and that's what I told your mother," said Nana as his mother worked in the back now. "I knew all day honey, and knew how stressed you were." "All day?" asked Kyle, relieved as she tossed some hair on his shoulders. "And you still thought I should go through with everything? You let me, and it was ok with you?" "How could I not?" said Nana, reaching over and touching his face. "You looked so beautiful, and I knew you'd have a good time." "Yeah that was crazy, wasn't it?" sighed Kyle as she flipped more hair on his shoulders. "No, what's crazy is you should have told me, Allie," scolded his mother, brushing hard again. "You could have at least texted me if you were afraid to face me or tell Nana." "Maybe," said Kyle, trying to be tough until she lessoned her grip and just slid through the iron. "But it wasn't that easy. How could I just do that?" "How?" replied his mother, flipping over another section. "You text me nonsense all the time, but not this. Not serious shit, because you know I'll freak and kill you!" "Kind of," cringed Kyle as she was gliding through the next spot. "Exactly, and I'm finished," said his mother, shaking the hairspray. "Close your eyes! But understand I'm finished with your hair and your bullshit. You got me?" "Yes, mom," said Kyle with his eyes closed, feeling her coat his hair with the spray. "Thank you, honey," said his mother, patting his hair. "And I'm glad you admitted this before I had to beat it out of you!" "Me too," replied Kyle, opening his eyes. "But you still want me dressed like this and going to see Johnny in choir then? Am I supposed to go there and tell him?" "Yes, but I'm still letting you date him certain nights after summer school. It's not his fault you have to go tomorrow, and his mother said he could tutor you right away," said Holly, moving some of his hair off his eyes with her finger and then looking him dead in the face. "But really Allie, how could you fail three finals? You were supposed to be studying while I was working, and now I don't need to punish you because summer school will be bad enough. Go try on your uniform for Nana so she can hem the skirts." "Tomorrow?" said Kyle, relieved again. "Summer school starts tomorrow, and my.. I mean I have to go. Like all summer?" "Tomorrow's Monday, so yeah," laughed his mother. "Nice try already? Go change and hurry up?" "Yes, mom," smirked Kyle, hurrying off. He was laughing as he ran into the bathroom, taking off his dress and shoes before he quickly came back out in the blouse and skirt. It would be weird enough to be in her old schools girls' summer uniform, but the pleasure he was deriving from his sister being stuck in summer school would be well worth being fitted in it. He stood in the kitchen as his grandmother checked the skirt length and added a few pins before quickly running back into the bathroom, changing back. Again this was crazy that he had deceived them, as he stared at himself with his long hair, pin straight from a side part sliding way down his waist in a layered ombre v-shape. He flipped the blonde length onto his left shoulder as he bent his arm, manipulating the zipper up the back of his dress and then couldn't stop smiling as he used his long nails to slide the brunette portion from covering his right eye. Back into his sling backs he stepped, and he was back in a heartbeat as his mother was waiting for him with a white shoulder bag. "And I thought you'd be so much bitchier since you're back in school tomorrow?" said his mother giving him a look as she handed it over. "Always full of surprises and mood swings, aren't you?" "No, just glad we all got that out in the open, and it's no big deal," grinned Kyle. "I feel bad about failing, but I'll do better mom. I promise." "Yeah, better because you'll be studying with the stud muffin," laughed his mother. "It'll be studying, then maybe a date. Grades first, and that will be right at the table where one of us can observe. Am I clear about that?" "Crystal," smiled Kyle, looking in his pocketbook. "But can I have my phone now?" "No, but it's in my bag," said his mother as they walked out. "After church possibly, but let's get that far?" "Not even for a second? just to chat with my wonderful brother?" Kyle smirked as he got in the backseat. "I miss him! You know we haven't chatted since prom, mom?" "After church, and after we have brunch with Johnny's family," said his mother, backing out of the driveway. "I'm sure once Johnny sees his pretty little honey has come to see him that should keep those fingers and probably lips busy enough until then, but I expect you on your best behavior." "Like I'd be kissing a boy or holding hands in church," said Kyle, rolling his eyes. "Not funny!" "Like I was joking, and don't say a word please, mom," said his mother, scolding him and looking at her mother in the passenger seat. "And it's church and family time. Be respectful, or I'll knock the blonde right off you before you can make out of the place." "Yes, mom," replied Kyle, glaring out the window. As they got there and into the church, Johnny's family hugged them, happy to see them and as they sat down, Johnny made eye contact, giving Kyle a wink. After church outside he'd shyly accept a quick kiss on the pavement and then his mother would invite Johnny to ride with them in her car. Johnny was a delight, answering all of Nana's and his mother's questions about last night as Kyle just sat there smiling, awaiting his chance to rip his sister about having to go to summer school. They all shared a nice lunch, and then Johnny hugged him goodbye, but then oddly Johnny's mom would join him in the backseat, instead of her son. "Ok ready for a little girl time, honey," said Johnny's mother, tapping him gently as they got in. "You haven't told her yet, have you Holly?" "Well I wanted to, but I needed her to admit a few things first," said his mother, glancing back at him in the mirror. "But now that she has!" "Now that she has, then what mom?" asked Kyle, quite suspicious. "Well you can thank Victoria and Nana," said his mother as she drove. "Personally I would have said no after all the shit you put me through, but they wouldn't let me pass it up for you? I got overruled, and you know your grandmother can be a bully?" "Not my Nana?" replied Kyle sarcastically, reaching up, touching Nana's shoulder but not liking the sound of that today. "And pass up what exactly?" "Pass up that I got you in, honey," said Victoria, reaching over and squeezing his hand, all excited. "Oh gawwwdd I'm so excited for you. It's so hard, but those pictures from last night did it, and we got lucky they had a girl drop out, so we just found out?" "Found out what?" Kyle was getting concerned. "Whatever it is do I have to do this now? Like today?" "Not today, honey," said Nana. "Today's exciting, but just the shopping part?" "Ok," replied Kyle confused. "And what did we find out that we'll be shopping for?" "Found out you're about to do what you've been torturing me to do for years now, but we haven't been able to get you in," said his mother. "And trust me, your grandmother's been trying hard." "And stop torturing her then! We found out you got accepted to walk in your first pageant next weekend, sweetheart," said his Nana. "You're going to be a pageant girl just like I was, and of course all my daughters were. I told you before it wasn't as hard back then, so don't be disappointed it took so long, but trust me first time you walk across the stage, it'll be worth it." "Oh?" Thought Kyle, annoyed his sister was getting a bit of good news. "Yeah that will be very nice Nana." "That's all you got?" said his mother, shaking her head. "After all the whining and torment about this for years. That's your excitement?" "No, I'm really excited," said Kyle, sliding a big smile on his face. "I guess I just feel bad about being rewarded after lying about summer school." "Oh my gawwdd, what a doll this kid is," said Victoria, touching her heart. "What a job you've done raising her?" "Thank you," said Nana, speaking up. "Yes she is?" "I think she meant me, mom," laughed Holly, rolling her eyes at her mother. "Possibly?" laughed Nana. "But I politely corrected her." "Yeah, when she's sweet as can be around company, that's all your doing mother," said Holly, sliding down her sunglasses and glancing at her. "The little bitch that comes out at home is all me, right?" "Precisely, and of course an exaggeration from the original drama queen," laughed Nana. "Now please. Let's focus on what's important. You won your share of pageants Holly, and it's my granddaughter's turn." "Yup! Back in the pageant circuit again. Can't wait?" said his mother sarcastically, pulling into a big lot. "This should be a joy with this one!" "Like right now I'm trying on dresses?" asked Kyle as they pulled into a big parking lot and he saw the big dress store. "With all of you? Really?" "Now that's the excitement I was expecting!" replied his mother, getting out. Suddenly he was part of their clan of women, as inside the big dress store they went. Long gowns, elaborate designs and more bling than he could imagine would be everywhere as they began pulling things from racks as he stood there having them held against him. It would be constant quarreling between his mother and grandmother, but before long he'd be walking to the dressing room, trying things on. He could care less what they picked as this would soon be Allie's problem, and he was actually more enjoying their debate then what they'd ask him to put on. His biggest issue would be keeping them from coming into the dressing room to help, so he'd toss a bit of attitude and then go it alone getting dressed. He'd be used to his grandmother fussing with the fit and twisting him anyway, so it would just be out in the open now as she'd zip him up while his mother and Victoria looked on. His struggle would be handing much higher heels, as they had him step on a platform as they evaluated the look and made him walk a bit. His head was spinning after walking out in the first few dresses, and after three there seemed to be little consensus. He knew quickly this would be quite a long stay since they hadn't agreed on one, and he needed four dresses. When he was asked for his opinion, it almost seemed to not matter as all three women would give him some odd looks at the choices he just randomly picked himself. Both Victoria and his Nana were so nice they pushed him to try them on, even though he could tell they didn't love them, while his mother would never hide her distaste with her pointed comments, rolling her eyes. By the time he walked out in his personal last choice, even Nana was barely paying attention as they were all already at their wits end with the process. Finally they'd all take a break to regroup as it seemed destined they'd probably be headed out of this dress shop to the next store, and his mother was googling on her phone. "Go change back into the gold, Allie, for the last time and I'm going to go make a few calls," said his mother. "That's the only thing we all agree somewhat on so let's see that again, but let's take a five minute break first please." "Ok," said Kyle. "But can I at least check my phone then?" 'At this point, why the hell not?" said his mother, opening her bag and handing it over. "Five minutes, and in the gold dress, please." Inside the dressing room he went like it was Christmas, thrilled to get his phone and then immediately dialed his sister but it went straight to voicemail. He checked his texts and then texted her to see when she'd be home. "You home yet?" texted Kyle. "Please just be there when I get back before Nana fits me into more of your clothes." "But you look so great in them! LOL!" texted Allie with some hearts. "Not funny, Allie," texted back Kyle. "Your phone is going right to vm?" "No shit, sherlock?" texted Allie. "Text me, I can't talk now" "Fine, and you better be nice to me or you'll wind up in this," texted Kyle, snapping a picture. "WTF? Is that a Tinkerbelle costume?" texted back Allie, reacting to the green frilly dress. "As if." "As if be even nicer, because after your fuck up failing school, which you also failed to mention to me, you're damn lucky since Johnny's mom got you into one of those stupid pageants you've always dreamed about," texted Kyle. "Ridiculous?" "OMG!" texted Allie. "I so so luv her, and that's amazing news! YEAAAAHHH!" "Big F-ing deal, but I am happy for you," texted Kyle. "You're going to be a freaking pageant queen next weekend after of course .. you're stuck in summer school all week LOL! That part is awesome!" A frown emoji she texted back, followed by the symbol of a middle finger and then it read. "And you find that funny?" "Oh it's funny, and behave or I'll pick the ugliest shit ever that you'll be stuck wearing, Tinkerbelle," texted Kyle. "Best Day Ever, sis!" "I wouldn't do that if I were you, and trust me it's not, so don't steal my line," texted Allie as then a picture came over. "Well???? unless you like being in plaid pleats." He glanced at it as it looked like a mix of straw and then another followed with a hand holding a series of shiney blue oval like chips. "OK?" texted Kyle confused. "And like? What is that?" "What I fucking had to do for you, so you're the one that should be nice to me, princess!" texted Allie. "I don't understand?" texted Kyle. "Look closer! That's all the blonde I spent an hour on last night in the first pic, and those are my nails I had to soak off," texted Allie. "You think I wouldn't rather be trying on dresses and fighting with mom?" "I'm so confused?" texted Kyle, staring at the picture. "Well you'll be less confused in pleats in summer school tomorrow, since you already aced seventh grade," texted Allie. "That's a lot of my fucking hair I had to cut off, and those were my gorgeous nails. I'm stuck on the train on the way to baseball camp moron is why I can't talk on the phone! I hate fucking baseball!"