So....

Here's an update!

Sorry for taking so long to do so.

College is a pain in the butt when you have two three hour classes.

Yeah...

That has been my January😂😂😂

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Please read my story Traumatized Love!

It's almost over, but it needs some love.^_^

Here we go!

Growing up, I always  wanted to be a detective. 

Stories like Nate the Great and A topic Z Mysteries inspired me to do so and I prayed to the God I believe in every night and day.

My parents even got me a magnifying glass and detective outfit on my eighth birthday so I could pursue my 'detective dreams'.

As I grew up, I moved on from the stories and began to watch shows like Sherlock, NCIS, Bones and any other shows that had to do with being a detective.

I always convinced myself that I knew how to solve a mystery.

That is...

Until I found out that the Robinson family is hiding something.

They never hid anything from me.

I knew everything that is to know about Gerald, Kirstie, and Mitch yet they are hiding this one thing from me and it's killing me.

What could it be?

Even when I couldn't find out a secret they had, Mitch always told me because I asked if he could. His childish mindset always gave me the answers I wanted. That might seem like I'm taking advantage of his mind, but I'm really not.

Am I?

I hope not.

I was thinking this as I walked over to the Robinson house, whistling to myself as I saw Kirstie and Mitch walking out. They were both laughing , their arms linked together as they walked to Kirstie's car. As I got closer, I saw that tears of laughter were welling up in Mitch's eyes and I couldn't help but laugh myself.

Until I saw what was on Mitch's cheeks.

When I got even closer, I saw tears and a black substance on his rosy cheeks. That meant only one thing.

Mitch is wearing...

"Oh, Mimi. Your mascara is ruined," Kirstie commented sadly, giggles still shaking her petite body. She took out a makeup wipe, handing it over to her younger brother as she smiled up at me. "Look at what the cat dragged in!"

"Wyatt can't drag Scott. Scott has too many muscles," Mitch pointed out, giggling some more. He wiped through mascara gently, smiling the biggest smile he could manage. "Hi, Scott-Scott. How are you today?"

I meant to say one thing, but I said the other.

"Why are you wearing mascara, silly? Makeup is for girls."

Mitch frowned, opening his jaw to argue but closed it quickly when Kirstie glared at me. She sighed heavily, shaking her head before she unlocked her car.

"We're going to the mall. Hopefully on the way there, you'll realize how heteronormative your statement is.  Come on, Mimi. Let's go."

Mitch nodded, hopping in the back as I sat in front. Kirstie started her car and Hamilton started to play from the speakers. Guns and Ships started to play and Mitch tried to rap along with Lafayette, giggling when he couldn't say half the words. Kirstie laughed too, sighing as she looked at her younger brother.

My heart broke when she looked at me with a sideways glance and back at her brother, a small tear rolling down her cheek slowly.

Why is she crying?

Who made her cry?

And why?

~~~

"I want to go to the Disney Store! Could we go?! Pleaaaassseeee?!"

"I don't know, Mimi. Daddy wants us home by dinner time and it's almost 4:30. If you hurry up, we could go. We just have to hurry up and look around Forev-"

Kirstie didn't even get the -er 21 part out before Mitch took off running to the store with illuminated letters. I smiled and was about to walk to the store when Kirstie grabbed my wrist, pulling me back softly. I looked back at her and was about to ask her what was wrong when I stopped myself.

Tears were welling up in her hazel eyes once more, a sob escaping her lips delicately before she continued to speak.

"Scott, there are some things you need to know about my precious sis-brother before you start saying things like the statement you made back at our house. Mitch is a special person and there is something about him that my dad and I know and we want to keep it that way. If you try to get that secret out of him like you always do, I will not hesitate to hurt you. You keep your 'detective skills' to yourself or there will be hell to pay."

I nodded, gulping as Kirstie let go of my arm. She wiped her eyes and smiled to herself, walking over to Forever 21 as I walked behind her timidly. Kirstie may be small, but she is very intimidating and you don't want to get on her bad side.

Let's just say that the last person that got on her bad side had to be on crutches.

For six months.

I walked into the store, looking around at all the expensive clothes that many girls wanted to have and wanted to have now. Mitch was looking at the crop top sweaters, giggling as he picked out a white one. He tapped Kirstie's shoulder, getting her attention right away.

"Daddy wouldn't let me wear this. He would yell at me and tell me that belly button should be playing hide and seek."

"He would, wouldn't he?" Kirstie asked, giggling as she picked out a floral skirt. She clicked her tongue, handing her brother the skirt with a bug smile on her face. "You try it. You rock floral print."

Mitch gasped, a big smile on his face as he took the skirt and skipped to the dressing rooms. Kirstie took a dress off the rack and followed her brother, going in the dressing room next to him. I sat down and hummed to myself, waiting for the siblings to come out. As I did though, I heard sift sobs coming from Mitch's dressing room. Concerned, I walked to the door and knocked on it, hoping for a response. The sobs stopped and I smiled, hoping to get a response when a shy voice spoke first.

"Please go away, Scott. I want to be alone."

I frowned as Kirstie left her dressing room, twirling around in her dress before she heard another sob. She frowned, knocking on Mitch's dressing room door lightly.

"Go away, Scott!"

"It's Kirstie."

Mitch quickly unlocked the door, letting his older sister in before slamming the door in front of my face. I sighed as I put my ear next to the door, putting my detective skills in action.

All I heard were sobs until...

"I hate being a boy, Kirstie. I hate it."

"I know, Michelle."

What?!

~~~

I refused to speak a single word as Kirstie drove quietly, Hamilton not as loud as it usually is. Mitch was still sniffling, wiping his eyes as his words echoed in my mind.

I hate being a boy, Kirstie. I hate it.

And why did Kirstie call him Michelle?!

His name is Mitch.

Always has, always will.

Right?

I think so.

I sighed once more as my thoughts attacked my mind, my heart almost leaping out of my chest as Kirstie pulled up to their house. She looked at me, smiling weakly as she turned her car off.

"Want to eat dinner with us? Dad said he'll get out an extra plate."

I smiled back, nodding as I unbuckled my seat belt. Who doesn't love Gerald Robinson's cooking?

"Sure. What are you having?"

"Spaghetti and meatballs, Mitch's favorite."

I nodded, looking back at the quiet boy. He had dry tear tracks on his cheeks, his breathing shallow as he looked around him. I put a gentle hand on his knee, but he still flinched even though he saw me doing it. I frowned, putting my hand under his chin to make him look at me.

I hope he's okay.

"What's the matter, Tiny? Are you okay?"

Mitch shrugged his shoulders, looking down at his lap. He played with the strings on his hoodie, sighing loudly as he got out of the car. Kirstie sighed to herself, smiling sadly as me as she unbuckled her seatbelt.

"He just needs some time away from people. He's going to his introvert stage."

I nodded, unbuckled my seat belt as I watched Mitch enter the house. I hopped out of the car and closed my door, waiting for Kirstie to walk with me as I watched Mitch's retreating back. He opened the door and closed it, making my heart break as I looked at the closed door.

What could be going on in his pretty little mind?

"Don't worry about it, Scott. It's okay. You'll know soon enough. You know, unless you heard us talking in the dressing rooms. I will be very mad if you did so."

I gulped mentally, not wanting to tell her what I heard in there. I just heard those two sentences, but they could mean nothing.

Maybe Mitch was just joking around when he said he hated being a boy.

He is funny like that.

But who would joke around like that?

"I didn't," I lied, hoping Kirstie didn't catch me. When I lie, my right eye twitches and everyone knows it. Luckily, I have trained myslef not to do that anymore. "I'm very interested in knowing though."

"It's just sibling stuff. We do consider you as a sibling, but it's between Mimi and I and we want to keep it that way. Maybe some day we'll tell you. Not just right now."

I huffed to myself as Kirstie walked inside, welcoming her father happily. I walked upstairs, walking to the restroom to have sometime to think to myself.

What did Mitch mean by that?

I feel like an idiot for not knowing about what's going on with Mitch. I wish I could know more about this amazing boy that has made my life amazing.

As I walked into the bathroom, I didn't notice that there was someone in there.

I heard a loud gasp and I widened my eyes at the scene.

I couldn't believe what I saw.

"Scott?!"

"Mitch...what the heck?!"

I couldn't believe it.

A/N: Hmmm...wonder what it could be? ;) My cliffhangers are coming back! Make sure you check out Traumatized Love! It'll mean a lot to me if you do so! Anyways, I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter and remember that I love you all.:)

-Maddie🐶💕🎤