Can you please write something where all the kids have been reincarnated and are at school. Mary gets asked out on a date by a really popular boy. When Mary tells Aragon that she’s going on a date, Aragon freaks out.
“Mary! My favorite big sister!” Elizabeth all but yelled as she approached Mary’s lunch table. “How are you doing on this fine, fine afternoon.”
Mary rolled her eyes at her sister as the young girl threw an arm over her shoulder. “Whatever you want, I’m not giving it to you Bo.”
Elizabeth gasped dramatically, her free hand clutching her heart. “How dare you think so low of me.” She accused the older girl. “But since you asked. I need-”
“Mary-” Patrick Warner approached the table, but stopped when he saw Elizabeth talking to her sister. “Shit sorry, did I interrupt?”
Mary shook her head ‘no’ and Elizabeth nodded her head ‘yes,’ confusing poor Patrick. “My idiot sister here was just shaking me down for money.” Mary eventually explained.
Elizabeth raised her hand. “I would be said idiot sister. Technically half sister. You’re cute, but not my type. Let me know if you have a hot sister.”
“Elizabeth Boleyn!” Mary chastised, pushing the younger girl slightly. “Don’t be rude!”
Exasperated with her sister, Mary turned to give her full attention to Patrick. Speaking of, quick side note on this Patrick guy: he’s the most popular guy around. Not only is he captain of the rugby team, he’s also been called the most attractive guy in school. Needless to say, anyone that is seen with Patrick, becomes the talk of the town, metaphorically speaking.
Which brings us back to this moment, where one Mary Aragon, a not so popular girl that is newly single after splitting with her messy ex girlfriend, is about to gain some instant notability.
“I was just thinking…” Patrick started nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “What are you doing on Friday night?”
Elizabeth’s eyes went wide and she sat back, watching in amusement.
Mary froze for a second, but quickly came to the conclusion that there was no harm in hanging with the guy.
“Absolutely nothing.” She told him with a sweet smile.
“Cool, cool.” His confidence was obviously boosted. “Would you maybe want to go out with me on Friday night?”
Mary thought for a second, not wanting to just jump at the opportunity. After a few, excruciating for him, seconds, Mary gave him an answer. “I’d love to.”
“Alright, I’ll pick you up at six.” He grinned, waving goodby to the rest of the table before going back to his own.
As soon as he was gone, the table broke out into whispers of “oh my god” and “the Patrick just asked you out” and “Mary, you’re so lucky.”
Mary seemed pretty content with the interaction, feeding into her friends whispers. That was until she noticed her sister was still there.
“What do you want, Bo?” She asked the younger redhead.
Elizabeth was grinning ear to ear. “Nothing anymore.” She chuckled.
Mary sighed, ready to take anything her sister dished out. “Alright, out with it, what’s so funny?”
Elizabeth shrugged, barely holding herself together. “Your mom is going to kill you.”
Mary’s eyes widened. She totally forgot about her mom. Her mom was chill about her girlfriend, but because she was a girl. As far as the kids are concerned, the only man their moms can tolerate is Edward.
“Keep your mouth shut.” She warned the younger girl.
Elizabeth just continued to grin as she stood up and walked to her own table.
“Catherine guess what!” Elizabeth called out as the four kids came home from school.
Mary immediately smacked the back of her sister’s head, preparing for the lecture she was about to get.
Catherine met the children, confused as to why Elizabeth had called her.
“What is it Lizzie?” She asked expectantly, looking to each child in search of evidence of trouble.
Mary was terrified but she kept her composure, ready for her sister to expose her.
“I just wanted to tell you that today we learned about you in history class.” Lizzie smirked, glancing at Mary who glared back at her.
Catherine looked surprised, but not suspicious. “Tell me more.” She prompted Elizabeth.
Elizabeth walked with Catherine back to the living room, explaining her history lesson. Mary stayed behind, reviving from her mini heart attack.
The rest of the afternoon went the same. Lizzie would tease Mary, almost telling Catherine, but never would. Finally, Mary had had enough and decided to just rip the bandage off. At dinner. With everyone. Surely that would keep her mom calm.
“I have a date on Friday.” Mary suddenly announced, drawing all attention to her. Elizabeth’s jaw dropped, she didn’t think Mary would actually do it.
Catherine didn’t seem to react. “Oh yeah? Who’s the lucky girl?”
Mary swallowed thickly and looked up to the ceiling. “His name is Patrick.”
Catherine dropped her fork and looked up. “A boy?” She asked, her voice rising in pitch. See, in most families you would have difficulty with telling parents about same-sex attraction, but in this one it was much harder to be a girl attracted to a boy.
“You can’t see him.” Catherine demanded. “You cannot see a boy. You know what boys do.”
“He’s not like that.” Mary quickly defended the absent boy. “He’s actually kinda sweet.”
“And like super popular and he’s got great hair.” Elizabeth added. “I actually like him.”
Catherine shook her head. “No, I won’t allow it.” She told her daughter with conviction. “Boys are nothing but tricksters and I won’t let my baby be hurt by one.”
“I’m not you mom!” Mary shouted, exasperated. “And he’s not Henry!”
“How dare you speak that name.” Catherine chastised, standing from her chair. Mary stood as well, challenging her mother.
“Henry.” She said out of spite. “Henry Tudor. My father. Scum of the Earth. I will say what I like. I’m not afraid of him. And Patrick is the exact opposite.”
Catherine clenched her jaw. “You are not going out with this guy.”
“Yes I am.” Mary spoke with finality, storming off to her room.
The rest of the queens and the kids remained silent, unsure of what to make of the conversation.
Jane, ever the peacemaker, was the first to speak up. “Don’t you think you were a little hard on her?”
Catherine collapsed into her chair. “No, no I wasn’t. You know what a man is capable of.”
“I also have a son.” Jane said, glancing at Edward who was trying to make himself as small as possible. “We have a son.”
“Obviously I don’t mean Edward.” Catherine sighed. “He saw his father for what he was and is the exact opposite. Ed is the exception.”
“I don’t know, maybe this guy will be an exception too.” Kat added in. “And that’s coming from me, someone who knows all too well how awful men can be.”
“Kat is right, we won’t know until we try.” Jane told her wife, grabbing Catherine’s hand. “How about we meet the guy first and you can cast your verdict then.”
Catherine looked into her lover’s eyes, seeing the sincerity and letting it calm her anger. “Fine.” She mumbled. “But if he is off in anyway, I’m pulling the plug.”
An hour later, there was a knock on Mary’s door. Thinking it was Elizabeth trying to get into their shared room, Mary ignored it. Then the knock came again.
“Go away Bo!” Mary called out from her bed.
“It’s your mother.” Catherine told her from the other side, this time without a knock.
After a moment of hesitation, Mary sat up. “It’s open!”
Catherine came into the room, making sure to shut the door before she crossed the room and sat on Mary’s bed.
The mother and daughter sat in silence for a few seconds, Mary trying to figure out what else Catherine had to say and Catherine trying to figure out what to say.
“I’m sorry.” That’s what Catherine settled on and what she started with.
Mary was taken aback, but accepted the apology and urged Catherine to continue.
“I got scared. My experience and the experience of your other mother and your aunts with men has been…less than stellar. Hell, even your sister has been through a lot at the hands of men. I am terrified that you, my baby girl will fall into a similar trap.”
Mary felt her anger towards Catherine’s outburst fade away now that she understood the legitimate reason why she had been angry.
“Mama, I am so sorry about what you and the others went through, I am. And I am no stranger to mistreatment at the hands of a man, maybe just not to the same degree.” Mary told her mother softly. “But I would never, ever consider dating a man that I thought might do those things to someone.”
“I trust your judgment, but I cannot get passed my fear.” Catherine admitted to the teenager. “Let me meet him before the date, it will ease my worries.”
Mary nodded. “That’s understandable. I’m sorry I made you worry mama. I love you.”
Catherine pulled her daughter in for a hug. “I love you too sweet girl.”
Turns out Catherine loved Patrick. Unfortunately the couple did not last past two years, but the fact that it had happened eased the worries of not only Catherine, but all of the queens.
