2p!America x male!reader- Different (part 3)

After hanging up with Nancy, you thought on a reason you would have to go to your sister's room. You looked around and noticed she forgot her drink. Being the considerate person your sister was, she would have to leave the room to also get her friend something to drink as well, leaving you with a good two to four minutes with the boy. This amazing plan of yours then went into action.

You knocked on your sister's door before entering seeing her laid out on the floor, on her stomach and Al sitting next to her. "Hey sis. You forgot your drink in the living room."

"Oh yeah! My peace tea! Yo, Al, you want some of it?! Bruh! This shit taste like child joy and rainbow sparkles! This shit taste like world peace and endangered animals happiness."

"Uhm, sure?...I think..."

"Awesome! I'm gonna get it! You need this drink in your life," she left the room still mumbling to herself. "Taste like fairy sprinkles and sugar coated baby laughter."

"So," you began. "My sister seems to really like you."

"I guess."

"You know, my mom told me to watch you with her."

"...You know your sister's gay, right?"

"Yeah, but mom doesn't."

"You know, your sister talks about you a lot."

"She does?" you and your sister were pretty close but you didn't know she talked about you to her friends. 

"Yeah. Both of y'all are gay."

"Oh, she told you that?" You smiled a little. "My sister's always so helpful."

"You know, I'm kind of getting the feeling you want to flirt with me."

"Why, what would give you that impression?"

The boy smirked at you. "Sorry to break it to you, but I'm not gay. Actually, your sister told me that you don't even date freshman."

"I usually don't."

"Yo! I got the tea!" your sister came marching back. "Oh! (name). Did you want some?"

"Huh? Oh no. I'm good."

"You sure? This stuff taste like angel dust...The kind that won't make you die."

You pat her head. "Nah. Thanks anyway for that appealing description."

"I know right? They should let me do the commercials for this stuff." She walked into her room and handed Al the cup in her hand and kept the can for herself. You closed her door.

"That boy will be mine," you assured yourself as you walked off. 

A few hours passed and it was already dark out. You heard your sister open her door. You watched as she and her friend left her room. "See ya later, bruh! Stop fucking texting me at awkward times at night with your weird stories of recent happenings too!"

"I gotta tell somebody about when Francis takes me and Matt places. They're kickass stories so I don't see why you're always complaining."

"Cause it be like four in the damn morning and I actually do school work at school, instead of sleeping at my desk."

"Hater."

She rolled her eyes then pushes him out the door. "Later."

"Next time you should come over my house."

"Your house sounds fucking weird!"

"You'll like it."

She pushed his shoulder. "Bye!" then closed the door on him. "Weird as fuck."

"Dyah!" you hit her back and smile brightly at her. "How would you like yo help your awesome big brother."

"Ok, big brother!" she sarcastically did her moe voice and batted her eyelashes. She then smacked her teeth at you. "Don't play with me. What you need, shawty?"

"I told you to stop calling me that!"

"Iight lil mama."

"Y-you are so mean."

"What you want?"

"Help me get your friend!"

She blinked a few times. "...Get him to do what?"

"To go out with me."

"What?! No!" she sounded offended by you asking then started walking off. 

"Why not?!"

"I'm not letting you date one of my friends! He's my friend!"

"Just because he's your friend, doesn't mean he can't also be my bit-"

"(name)!" she cuts you off then slams herself down on the couch with folded arms. "No! I'm not letting you! Don't even try! Plus, he's straight anyway."

"Dede!" You grab her arm and cuddle her. "Dede! Come on, sissy. Help big brother."

"No, (name)!" she pulls her arm away from you, "I will not let you."

"There's no need to be this mean, Dyah! Just let me!"

"Don't you yell at me!"

"I'm not yelling!"

"You're yelling!"

The front door was then opened, revealing your dead drunk mother being supported by your uncle Ivan. "Hello Kids," your uncle greeted you both.

"H-hey kiddies!" your mom tosses her hand in the air that drops back down as she giggles. "I-I had...a ball! Lets do it again, Ivan!"

"Sis. I think you should lay down."

"No!" she debated. "I'm so energized! I-I wanna dance!"

"S-sis."

She struggled until her boobs hit your uncle in the face so hard, he had to let her go and hit the floor when she ran off to middle of the living room and started dancing. "Oh!" you and your sister collectively cover your mouths with your fist after your mom hit him.

"O-ok! I-I think we can get mom to sleep, uncle Ivan," you stated before cautiously approaching her, not wanting to get what your uncle just got to the face. "M-ma?"

Dyah helped your uncle off the ground. "I-I feel both hurt and uncomfortable by that."

"It's ok, uncle Ivan. We got it."

"Ok. You both are helpful kids. Your mom's lucky she has the two of you."

"Thanks. We try our best," Dyah flipped her hair after getting him on his feet. Once he left out the door, she went to help you.

"I-I don't want to get knocked out by my mom's breast. How will I explain that to the hospital?!" you panicked.

"Alright. Mama?" Dyah got on the other side of you.

Your mom giggled as she reached out to you both. "I-I love you guys. Why are you so cute?!"

"Aww! I like drunk mama!"

"Dyah!" you nagged her then went off to the kitchen where you grabbed a colorful candy box and went back to your mom. "Mama. Look at all the colors!"

"Oohhh!!" She started walking closer to it. "I want it! I want it!"

You began backing up towards her room. "Follow the box! Follow the mysterious box!"

"I shall follow that box!"

"Good work, (name)!" your sister gave a thumbs up as she followed behind your mom. You opened her rooms' door then sat the box on the bed. She stood still and squinted her eyes at the box.

"Get the box, mama."

"....I want the box...b-but, I don't know how!"

You and Dyah hit your faces. Then Dyah just pushed her where she fell onto the bed. "Alright. Job done."

"Dyah! You can't just p-" You were stopped when you heard your mother snoring. "...Good work, sis." You turned off the lights then closed the door behind yourselves.

The next Monday, you and Dyah didn't talk on the ride to school. She stayed with her eyes looking out the window the whole ride. When you made it to school, you poked her arm as you both walked. "...Dyah?...You not mad, right?" She crossed her arms. "Come on! You flirt with Nancy all the time!"

"That's different! She would never go out with me!"

"So you're saying he would go with me?"

"S-shut up!" she stomped her way off inside then down to her hall.

You sighed, "...Hmm...I gotta find a way to do this without Dyah being mad at me now, too. Ugh! So complicated! Why am I doing this again?"

"Because you promised me a sex tape!" Nancy mentioned behind you.

"Nancy!...Oh ho ho! You're helping me!"

"I am? What do I have to do?"

"Go out with my sister."

"What?! Hell no!"

"You gotta so she can see that we'll stay awesome friends even though you both are dating. You don't even have to do much! Hold her hand, kiss her cheek. Little things."

"I'm not dating your sister! She's weird."

"Then I guess you don't want this yaoi."

Nancy opened her mouth to say something but then paused and looked down biting her lip. "D-damn."

"You now you want this yaoi."

'Hmm!!"

"From beginning to end." She looked as if she was thinking hard. "I'll even show you how I turn him into my personal uke."

"Ok! You win!...I-I'll ask your sister out. Ack! It even feels wrong rolling off the tongue!"

"Save your sexual talk for my sister."

"You dirty pervert!"

"Oh my gosh! (name's) being a pervert?!" Tyler came running then attached himself to you. He rubbed his cheek against you. "Hey (name)."

"Oh god! It's Tyler!"

"I love you too!" You managed to push him off then start running like hell. "(name)! (name)! Come back! (name) please! I'd suck yo d-"

"That's my cousin! I'm leaving now!" Nancy covered her ears as she ran off in the opposite direction.

After school, you followed Nancy but secretly so your sister wouldn't see you. Dyah was walking with her hot friend when Nancy found her. "Oh wow," she muttered. "Oh! U-uhm! Dyah."

"Hey Nancy."

H-hey, I was just wondering, you know...."

"Act sexier!" you yelled whispered even though no one could hear you.

Nancy touched your sister's shoulder. "If like maybe, you'd want to go on a date with me."

"...A date?...No thanks."

"What?!" everyone couldn't believe that Dyah turned down your friend.

"Sorry. You're straight though, right?"

"So! If you don't take that girl's ginger ass so I can have your friend's drop dead gorgeous looking one, I will beat you in the kneecaps and make sure you never grow an inch taller, missy!" you exclaimed to yourself.

"W-well, I was."

Dyah shakes her head, "You're unsure. You don't really like me, Nancy. I'm just the only gay chick you know."

"S-so! I'm fucking hot! Just go out with me!"

"I can't. Plus you're my brother's friend and I never really liked you. Sorry, if it seems like I was leading you on."

You huffed, "That didn't work."

Al laughed to the side of her. "I-I wasn't trying to be mean! I really am sorry! A-Al, stop laughing!"

"It's so funny though!"

"How dare you refuse me! I'd be the best you've ever had!"

"I-I'm not trying to get you mad, Nancy! You're just not my type."

"You have no fucking type! Now, you're dating me damn it!"

"Wow. Nancy's really getting into this...I should go stop her," and with that being said out loud, you walked over to the scene. "Hey Nancy."

Nancy grabbed your sister by her shirt. "You're dating me!"

"O-oh my gosh! (n-name)! Help me please!"

"N-Nancy! You can't force my sister to date you!"

She shook her. "The little priss said I wasn't her type! I'm everyone's fucking type!"

"I-I'm so scared (name)!" your sister whined.

"Damn. Your friend really wants to get fucked by Dyah, huh?"

You try to pry Nancy off your sister who hides behind Al after you get Nancy to release her. "W-why didn't you help me?!" she punched her friend's arm.

"You don't get to see that everyday. I wanted to see how it would all play out."

"Why am I friends with you?!"

"N-Nancy, calm down!" you try to help soothe your friend. She takes deep breaths. "You good?"

"I-I'm ok."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"Good." Nancy glared at your sister. "Nancy!"

"S-she's gonna kill me in my sleep!"

"I'm leaving now..." she walked off.

"I didn't know Nancy was so crazy...and she's my friend."

Al then pats Dyah on the head. "I'll see you tomorrow. Try not to make anymore bitches loose they shit over you."

"T-that was really creepy."

"And bye (name)," he said to you and smirked. You were a little thrown off as for why but then he walked passed you and almost as if on purpose, his hand grazed yours.

"U-uh..." you looked at your hand then at your sister. "Dyah?"

"What?"

"...N-nothing. Lets go home."

"Alright."

The next day, you and your sister were finally back talking like how you would after you said sorry and offered her candy. Now you were riding back to school together, singing to the radio.

At school, you walk together down her hall since you both were having a conversation. "And that's why all the boys in my grade be fighting over my dick." you concluded.

"Well that was informative."

"I'm glad." She begins opening her locker when the back of her head is hit by a hand you didn't even see coming.

"Damn it! Hey Al," she says before even turning to make sure it was him.

"Sup doll. Aye, you know the girl from biology class?"

"The one who looks like a rap video vixen?"

"Yeah. I heard she wasn't wearing a bra and went right down that hall."

Dyah immediately closes her locker. "Bye (name)!" She ran down the hall.

"I didn't know she ran." you mentioned as you saw her booking it down the hall like a track race.

"I should go and get her. See ya later." Al passed you and slyly touched your neck. Your grabbed at it then pointed to him as he walked off.

"A-are you flirting with me?!"

"Why, what would give you that impression?"