Meet the parents
Who: Tim, Sam, TIm's family
Where" Tim's house
When: Friday afternoon
Tim was sober for once, and pacing around his room, which he called the tower. It was a couple of hours before the Requiem, and he was a little stressed.
Sam was sitting on the floor, looking through a comic book.
"Ok, Princess... how do I tell my Mom that I want to go to high school for a year?" Tim had been homeschooled since he was seven.
"Well, you have to be sneaky," Sam said. "Like ... you say, 'Okay, Mom, you know how I'm supposed to be respectful and understanding of other cultures?'"
"She's going to ask me whos going to watch the munchkins, and I know she's going to say no. I'm supposed to be a gay artist, remember? I'm not supposed to need school."
"You could always try to get emancipated, and move out," Sam said.
"I can't abandon the munchkins" Tim said "That's the only problem."
"That does make it kind of tough," Sam said.
"I'm not gay." Tim said, not for the first time. "But, I think I'm kinda girly. So, I can join sports, right? That'll kill some girly habits."
"Possibly," Sam said. "That's a start. But you still need to get past not being around the munchkins all the time."
"But I can't leave them." Tim frowned "THey're like... my kids."
Sam shrugged. "I don't know what to tell you, hon. You can't bring 'em with you to the high school."
"Is daycare really expensive?" asked Tim
"I think so," Sam said. "But ... " Sam said. "Maybe we could figure something out, if you wanted to go that way."
"We could?" asked Tim "Because... yeah. And I kinda don't want to get a perm"
Sam blinked. "No perm. Girlfriend veto."
"Nadia bought a kit." Tim explained
Tim looked out of his window. "She's home!... ok... I can do this, right?"
"Totally," Sam said.
Tim took a deep breath, and headed out of the tower. A mousy woman, and a guy with perfect hair and makeup, bright designer clothing, and a strut were walking into the house.
Sam understood why all the kids were adopted.
"Ok, ok kids- Mom and Dad are home!" called the guy "Now, come tell us about your day- well, hello, you're new. Honey, did we adopt another kid? Never mind, We HAVE to do something with that hair. Zaraya, be a doll and get my bag."
Zaraya, a small asian girl, headed off to get the bag.
Sam blinked. " ... my hair's fine, thanks," she said. "I'm Sam, I'm a friend of Tim's."
"A friend?" asked the woman "Oh... yes, your sister came by. Red hair,right? She was worried about TIm, but he's gay, so, it's not a problem."
Zaraya returned with a bag.
Sam put her hand to her hair self-consciously. "Anna came by, really?"
"My name is Gary." said the guy "COme here, Sam, sweetie. This won't hurt, I promise- just something to help with the frizz. Oh, Mara, just let her be. Every fag needs a fag hag." He put some kind of goo in his hands, and started playing with Sam's hair
"I need to talk to you guys." Tim said "Dad, use the glitter. She's got a party tonight."
"Oh how fun!" Gary smiled
"Did the kids break rocks for my sculptures?" asked his Mom
"I want to go to high school." Tim said, bluntly
"Ohh!" Gary said "Are you going to be a cheerleader? I always wanted a son that was a cheerleader."
"Who's going to watch the kids?" asked his Mom "And high school isn't going to help you find yourself. Do you need more money? You're not high right now, are you?"
There was a time when Sam thought her family was really, really screwed up.
"No." Tim said "I want to be around people my age... ad the kids should go too. It'll really broaden their horizons. Like, totally. I heard kindergarten was really fun, you know, for Celia and Cori. They're the right age for it."
"I'll introduce him to all my friends at school," Sam added. "Most of them are gay."
"Really?" Gary asked "Plug this in, Cori. When I was in school, they were so mean to me, and I don't want that happening to my Timmy- though he does need a good boyfriend."
Tim's mom looked like she was going to cry.
"We all kind of look out for each other," Sam said.
"Oh relax." Gary said, using a flat iron on Sam's hair "Let them have fun. It'll leave us more time to work on art and music."
"But... this is my family." she said "We're a family of artists. We're not supposed to conform."
"I have a friend writing a paper on us!" she added
"Penelope?" Gary said "It'll be fine. Trust me. Have I ever told you wrong? Oh my god, your hair, Sam." he held up mirror for her.
Sam raised her eyebrows. "Wow ... that looks relaly nice. Thank you!" It was straighter, and sparkly, and it looked longer, somehow.
"Oh, not a problem." Gary said "Tim can probably show you how to do it. Now, what are you wearing?"
"I'm going with her." said TIm
"Black minidress," Sam said. She'd raided Nica's closet again.
"Silver heels." Gary said "I have them, just hold on a sec!" he rushed up the stairs
"How could you do this to me?" asked his Mom "I gave you everything."
"Mom..." Tim frowned "It's just for this year... to help me figure out what I want to do."
"You don't need school. You're an independent gay artist."
"I don't know if that's what I want to be Mom." Tim said
"But it's what you are. I raised you to be that."
"I'm not an artist, and I'm not gay, Mom." Tim said "Maybe bi- but I'm not gay." he walked over, and kissed Sam
The kids all made sounds of disgust.
"Okok... shoes!" Gary said "These look like your size. Try them on."
Sam grinned, breathless. "No, he ain't gay," she said.
"Look, we all have identity crisis every once in a while." Gary glared at Penelope. "Let him go. Ok, Sam. Shoes."
"Cool." They were pretty cute, actually.
"We'll see about the school thing. Now, kids, go get ready!" Gary made shooing motions
Where" Tim's house
When: Friday afternoon
Tim was sober for once, and pacing around his room, which he called the tower. It was a couple of hours before the Requiem, and he was a little stressed.
Sam was sitting on the floor, looking through a comic book.
"Ok, Princess... how do I tell my Mom that I want to go to high school for a year?" Tim had been homeschooled since he was seven.
"Well, you have to be sneaky," Sam said. "Like ... you say, 'Okay, Mom, you know how I'm supposed to be respectful and understanding of other cultures?'"
"She's going to ask me whos going to watch the munchkins, and I know she's going to say no. I'm supposed to be a gay artist, remember? I'm not supposed to need school."
"You could always try to get emancipated, and move out," Sam said.
"I can't abandon the munchkins" Tim said "That's the only problem."
"That does make it kind of tough," Sam said.
"I'm not gay." Tim said, not for the first time. "But, I think I'm kinda girly. So, I can join sports, right? That'll kill some girly habits."
"Possibly," Sam said. "That's a start. But you still need to get past not being around the munchkins all the time."
"But I can't leave them." Tim frowned "THey're like... my kids."
Sam shrugged. "I don't know what to tell you, hon. You can't bring 'em with you to the high school."
"Is daycare really expensive?" asked Tim
"I think so," Sam said. "But ... " Sam said. "Maybe we could figure something out, if you wanted to go that way."
"We could?" asked Tim "Because... yeah. And I kinda don't want to get a perm"
Sam blinked. "No perm. Girlfriend veto."
"Nadia bought a kit." Tim explained
Tim looked out of his window. "She's home!... ok... I can do this, right?"
"Totally," Sam said.
Tim took a deep breath, and headed out of the tower. A mousy woman, and a guy with perfect hair and makeup, bright designer clothing, and a strut were walking into the house.
Sam understood why all the kids were adopted.
"Ok, ok kids- Mom and Dad are home!" called the guy "Now, come tell us about your day- well, hello, you're new. Honey, did we adopt another kid? Never mind, We HAVE to do something with that hair. Zaraya, be a doll and get my bag."
Zaraya, a small asian girl, headed off to get the bag.
Sam blinked. " ... my hair's fine, thanks," she said. "I'm Sam, I'm a friend of Tim's."
"A friend?" asked the woman "Oh... yes, your sister came by. Red hair,right? She was worried about TIm, but he's gay, so, it's not a problem."
Zaraya returned with a bag.
Sam put her hand to her hair self-consciously. "Anna came by, really?"
"My name is Gary." said the guy "COme here, Sam, sweetie. This won't hurt, I promise- just something to help with the frizz. Oh, Mara, just let her be. Every fag needs a fag hag." He put some kind of goo in his hands, and started playing with Sam's hair
"I need to talk to you guys." Tim said "Dad, use the glitter. She's got a party tonight."
"Oh how fun!" Gary smiled
"Did the kids break rocks for my sculptures?" asked his Mom
"I want to go to high school." Tim said, bluntly
"Ohh!" Gary said "Are you going to be a cheerleader? I always wanted a son that was a cheerleader."
"Who's going to watch the kids?" asked his Mom "And high school isn't going to help you find yourself. Do you need more money? You're not high right now, are you?"
There was a time when Sam thought her family was really, really screwed up.
"No." Tim said "I want to be around people my age... ad the kids should go too. It'll really broaden their horizons. Like, totally. I heard kindergarten was really fun, you know, for Celia and Cori. They're the right age for it."
"I'll introduce him to all my friends at school," Sam added. "Most of them are gay."
"Really?" Gary asked "Plug this in, Cori. When I was in school, they were so mean to me, and I don't want that happening to my Timmy- though he does need a good boyfriend."
Tim's mom looked like she was going to cry.
"We all kind of look out for each other," Sam said.
"Oh relax." Gary said, using a flat iron on Sam's hair "Let them have fun. It'll leave us more time to work on art and music."
"But... this is my family." she said "We're a family of artists. We're not supposed to conform."
"I have a friend writing a paper on us!" she added
"Penelope?" Gary said "It'll be fine. Trust me. Have I ever told you wrong? Oh my god, your hair, Sam." he held up mirror for her.
Sam raised her eyebrows. "Wow ... that looks relaly nice. Thank you!" It was straighter, and sparkly, and it looked longer, somehow.
"Oh, not a problem." Gary said "Tim can probably show you how to do it. Now, what are you wearing?"
"I'm going with her." said TIm
"Black minidress," Sam said. She'd raided Nica's closet again.
"Silver heels." Gary said "I have them, just hold on a sec!" he rushed up the stairs
"How could you do this to me?" asked his Mom "I gave you everything."
"Mom..." Tim frowned "It's just for this year... to help me figure out what I want to do."
"You don't need school. You're an independent gay artist."
"I don't know if that's what I want to be Mom." Tim said
"But it's what you are. I raised you to be that."
"I'm not an artist, and I'm not gay, Mom." Tim said "Maybe bi- but I'm not gay." he walked over, and kissed Sam
The kids all made sounds of disgust.
"Okok... shoes!" Gary said "These look like your size. Try them on."
Sam grinned, breathless. "No, he ain't gay," she said.
"Look, we all have identity crisis every once in a while." Gary glared at Penelope. "Let him go. Ok, Sam. Shoes."
"Cool." They were pretty cute, actually.
"We'll see about the school thing. Now, kids, go get ready!" Gary made shooing motions