Smile Like You Mean It 6/?

[oh_amelia]

Title: Smile Like You Mean It
Author: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Beta: elyxer
Chapter: 6/?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mpreg, crack!fic, cross-dressing, squick, Passions inspired. So not everything has to make sense. And since COWLIP can make things up I don't see why I can't. Summary: It’s all about decisions, and how they can change your life. This is an AU of my AU fic The Perfidious Lover. You don't need to have read it to get this though. Just know that Nathan is MINE! :) *sees Rena coming and runs for my life!*
Disclaimer: QUEER AS FOLK is property of COWLIP and SHOWTIME. I own nothing.
Author’s Note: I don’t know what made me write a fic about everything I normally try to avoid, but I just couldn’t help it. No offense is meant to the people who LIKE to write serious mpreg fics. This is all in good fun.
Author’s Note 2: Yes, those names are Marco del Rossi and Paige Michalchuk from Degrassi: The Next Generation, but have no bearing on the actual characters themselves.
Status: WIP
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5



Amanda looked through the rack of clothes and pulled out a pink leopard print skirt. It looked long enough, and the cut was what Marilyn told her to look for. She draped it over her arm and continued to look for more skirts and blouses. After a while, she got on a roll, and before she knew it, she had an armful of clothes. She called Marilyn over to show her what she’d found.

Marilyn took the clothes from Amanda’s arm and looked through them with a concerned expression on her face the entire time. She pushed some clothes back on a rack and hung Amanda’s pieces in the cleared space before turning her attention back to Amanda.

“How many fingers am I holding up?” Marilyn asked, holding up three fingers.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Amanda was confused and her face did nothing to hide it.

“Humor me, sweetie,” Marilyn requested.

“Three,” Amanda answered.

“We’re in more trouble than I thought.” Marilyn shook her head.

“Trouble? With what?”

“Well, I was kinda hoping that the pregnancy was causing you temporary blindness,” Marilyn answered. “Now, I just know it’s your own bad taste.”

“What’s wrong with my taste in clothes?” Amanda asked, crossing her arms.

“Do these clothes remind you of any one?” Marilyn held up a couple pieces of clothing for Amanda to look at.

Amanda looked at the clothes and immediately thought of her Ma. The bright vibrant colors and loud prints screamed Debbie Novotny.

“They make me think of my Ma,” Amanda answered.

“Exactly!” Marilyn exclaimed.

“What’s wrong with that? I don’t think there’s anything wrong with my Ma’s style,” Amanda defended her Ma.

“Sweetie, do you really think the world is ready for two Debbie Novotnys?”

“Fine.” Amanda threw her hands up in defeat.

“Fantastic!” Marilyn smiled and draped her arm around Amanda’s shoulders. “Why don’t we come back to clothes later? We need to get you a proper bra. I, for one, don’t really want to explain why there’s pudding smudges on the inside of the clothes.”


~oo00oo~


Amanda’s hands griped the arms of the stylist’s chair so tightly that her fingers were turning white. She liked her old wig, but Marilyn said it mad her look like Florence Henderson. So, Marilyn surprised her with a new wig and insisted that they have it cut by a professional stylist. Now she sat in a chair at Marco’s with her eyes closed and her breath held.

Every once in a while she would peek in the mirror at Marco and inwardly cringe when she saw the man cutting her hair while he talked to Marilyn, not seeming to pay attention to how , or where he snipped.

“So when we finally got back to his place, he had me wait on the couch while he went to the bedroom,” Marco said to Marilyn as he pulled a strip of Amanda’s hair up and trimmed the end. “When he finally did come back, he was wearing nothing but a diaper and holding a paddle. He told me that he wanted me to spank him like the bad little boy he was.”

Marilyn smirked and shrugged her shoulders. “I did try and warn you about this.”

“No, you didn’t.” Marco shook his head and snipped at another piece of Amanda’s hair. “You gave me some… mysterious warning about a baby coming into my life.”

“Well honey, if you want the future handed to you on a platter go to Straightforward Stan,” Marilyn said.

“No, thanks. All Stan wants to tell me is how I’m going to die a slow and painful death,” Marco said as he sprayed some more water on Amanda’s wig. “I think he’s been reading a bit too much Harry Potter. He fancies himself the next Trelawney.”

“Could you two please stop talking?” Amanda asked. “You,” she said, looking at Marco, “are not watching what you are doing. I’m surprised I’m not bald yet.”

“Are you questioning my hairstyling abilities?” Marco asked, greatly offended. “Girl, you already look ten times better than you did when you first walked in here. And I ain’t even half way done yet.”

“You’ll have to excuse Amanda,” Marilyn said, patting Marco’s shoulder. “She’s going through some difficult transitions lately , and not really quite herself.”

“Pre or post?” Marco asked quietly.

“Hey, Marco,” a voice from the other side of the room called out. “Isn’t it about time to rinse out my hair?”

“Oh, I completely forgot about you!” Marco exclaimed. He set the comb and scissors down on the vanity and rushed over to rinse his other customer’s hair out. “You should have said something sooner.”

“Well I would have, but your conversation was so scintillating,” he answered. “It almost made me forget the intense burning pain on my scalp.”

“You’re the one who picked out the color,” Marco said, defending himself. “I just poured the peroxide.”

“Yeah, well,” Nathan said as Marco wrapped a towel around his head and lifted it up, “you didn’t have to use so damn much of it.”

Amanda froze in her seat and her legs went numb. She couldn’t believe that Nathan was there in the salon with them. How much had he heard, and did he connect any of it together? Amanda’s stomach did flip-flops and she didn’t know how much longer she could hold down her lunch.

Marco led Nathan to the chair next to Amanda and towel dried his hair before, once again, wrapping the towel around Nathan’s head. “Let it dry some more before I come back to it,” he told the new blond.

“Hey, Amanda,” Nathan said, as he watched as Marco went back to work. “What’s up?”

“Nathan, hi,” Amanda said nervously.

“I like the new hair style. Little less Carol Brady, little more…Roseanne Barr.”

“Thanks,” Amanda said dryly. “I think.”

“Oh you two are friends,” Marco said, a hint of mischief in his voice. “And both getting makeovers for ‘someone special.’”

“You’re too cute, Marco,” Nathan said as he took the towel off his head and slapped Marco on the ass with it.

“Oh, I forgot,” Marco said with a nod. “You’re a straight one.”

“What are you talking about Marco?” Nathan asked as he wrapped the towel back around his head, a ‘what the fuck are you talking about’ look on his face.

Marilyn shot a look at Marco, hoping he would get the message. Fortunately, he did.

“You know, a straight-e,” Marco said, trying to think of what to say to cover up his mistake. “A straight shooter. You don’t mess with all the bullshit.”

“Oh, okay, whatever.” Nathan shrugged, accepting the explanation. “Anyway, the only reason I’m doing this to my gorgeous head of hair is because Justin said I wouldn’t.”

“Really?” Marco asked curiously.

“Oh, yeah,” Nathan said with a smirk. “And now he has to go skydiving with me.”

“Skydiving? Are you crazy, honey?” Marilyn asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Why?” Nathan asked. “Do you see something that says we shouldn’t? Tell me!”

“No, not at all.” Marilyn shook her head. “I just think that anyone who jumps out of a plane at 30,000 feet must have a few screws loose.”

“Or adventurous,” Nathan countered.

“Ah, potato, po-tot-to.” Marilyn shrugged her shoulders.

“It’s gonna be a surprise; a belated birthday present,” Nathan explained. “We’re going to Philadelphia to visit an old friend, and then I’m gonna blindfold him and take him up in the air.”

Amanda stiffened in her seat. She really hoped that Nathan and Justin had another friend in Philadelphia other than Ben. Please don’t be Ben. Please don’t be Ben, she chanted to herself.

“Ben’s great,” Nathan said. “At least he was before he moved away with his little twat of a boyfriend who is monopolizing all of his time so that he can’t even bother to answer his fucking phone.”

“Perhaps they’re just extremely busy getting settled in,” Amanda suggested through gritted teeth. “You can’t blame everything on the poor boyfriend.”

“Oh, I think I can,” Nathan scoffed. “I never thought I’d see the day when Ben became whipped.”

Amanda took a deep breath before opening her mouth to speak. “How do you know he’s whipped? Maybe they’re just so happy in their new life, together, alone with no meddling friends around, that they want to bask in the joy of it all.”

Nathan scratched his chin and appeared to be thinking over what Amanda just said. “No,” he said after a few seconds. “I know how Ben is when he basks in the happiness of love. He wants to tell everyone in sight about it.”

“People can change,” Amanda said vehemently. “It happens all the time.”

“Well, for Ben’s sake, I hope that’s true,” Nathan acquiesced. “You don’t even want to know how long I spent trying to talk Ben out of taking Michael with him. I practically bribed the man with a new loft just so he’d go alone.”

“You did what?!” Amanda shrieked. She quickly regained her composure before anything more came out of her mouth.

“Oh yeah.” Nathan nodded his head. “I love Ben to death and want him to have the best in life.”

“How is being away from his partner best for him?” Amanda asked.

“Well, if you knew Mikey then you’d understand what I’m talking about. Unfortunately, they moved before you could meet them,” Nathan explained.

“Yeah, what a shame,” Amanda said sourly. She crossed her arms and slouched in her chair.

Marilyn could only sit back on the couch and hide her amusement behind her long black hair.

“Up! No slouching,” Marco scolded her. “You will mess up my beautiful work!”

After a few more snips, Marco got out a hairdryer and a big round brush and began to style Amanda’s hair. The wig became silky smooth and really accentuated Amanda’s bone structure. It was one of Marco’s best transformations.

“And we’re done!” Marco removed the smock from Amanda and handed her a hand mirror before spinning her around. “Take a look!”

Amanda held the mirror up and admired Marco’s work. It was truly incredible. The new hairstyle was almost enough to improve the bad mood that Nathan put her in. “I love it.”

“And you, Blondie,” Marco said turning to Nathan. “If I didn’t love you so much I would have been deeply hurt and offended with the Roseanne Barr comment.”

“You know you can’t resist me,” Nathan said, smiling sweetly. “No one can.”

Amanda repressed the urge to throw up in her mouth. She handed Marco the mirror back and stood up. “I’m ready,” she announced.

“Thanks, sweetie. Come back soon. Paige will take care of you up front,” Marco said with a wave. He turned back to Nathan and raised his eyebrow. “What was that all about? I never knew you to be such an ass.”

“I’m not being an ass,” Nathan defended himself. “I’m simply being…mischievous.”

“Uh-huh,” Marco said, shaking his head.

“Come on,” Nathan said, narrowing his eyes. “You know there is more than meets the eye with Amanda. I just don’t know how I missed it in the first place.”

“So, what’re you gonna do about it?” Marco asked as he began working on Nathan’s hair.

“I don’t know yet.” Nathan shrugged his shoulders. “But I will…soon.”


~oo00oo~


“Why didn’t you…? How could you just…?” Amanda growled and turned to face Marilyn. “I’m so mad I can’t even think straight! Why didn’t you defend me?!”

“And what exactly was I supposed to say?” Marilyn asked. “‘Nathan, if you’re gonna say something about Michael, do it behind his back, not to his face?’”

“No, of course not,” Amanda sulked.

“Cheer up,” Marilyn said as she draped her arm around Amanda’s shoulders. “You don’t really care what Nathan thinks about you, do you?”

“No…yes…I don’t know.” Amanda sighed and ran her fingers through her hair.

“Let’s go back to your place,” Marilyn suggested. “We can look through all your beautiful new pieces and mock Nathan.”

“Okay,” Amanda agreed. “But I need to make one more stop before we go.”

Twenty minutes later Amanda left Eddie’s Electronics with a large bag in her hand.

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