Jaimie/JJ: LatinMature

I was sat on the bed I'd claimed as mine. It was a large bed, maybe a king size, but it didn't look like I'd be needing it much... I was sulking, not that I meant to but I was. Suddenly, an old quote popped into my head 'Imus ad magum videndum, magum Ozi mirum mirissimum', which roughly translates as 'We're going to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Oz'; my Latin teacher at school had been rather obsessed with the film.

I jumped as my phone vibrated in my back pocket repeatedly. I pulled it out and answered, grimacing at the caller ID.

"Hello mother," I said monotonously.

"Jaimie, why have I heard that you're in London?" she demanded, her shrill voice piercing my ear drums.

"Well, mother, perhaps it's the fact that I am in London."

"Don't be sarcastic with me, boy," she scolded.

I sighed and got up, not listening to whatever it was she was spouting at me now. Leaving my room, shutting the door behind me, I went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. Holding the phone to my ear by my shoulder as I got a glass and held it under the flowing tap.

"--even listening to me?" was the only bit I heard of the whole rant.

"No," I said absent mindedly, putting the phone on speaker and setting it down on the worktop as I raided the cupboards for something decent to eat.

She let out a sharp breath, getting more and more angry. "Jaimie, call me back when you've grown up--" I smirked to myself, knowing she couldn't see. "--you're such a child, even after all we did for you, especially accepting your sexuality."

"For fuck's sake, Mother, I'm bisexual, not gay. There's still a chance you'll have grandchildren."

"Don't use that language with me! And anyway, I wouldn't be surprised if I already had a few grandchildren, the way you've been the past three years."

I let out a sharp laugh. "Goodbye, Mother!" I said, hanging up on her. Which I would most definitely regret later on.

I picked up my phone and stuffed it back into my back pocket. Turning around, Robin and Kyle were both staring at me from the living room. I could tell I was blushing slightly.

"'Mother'?" Robin asked curiously.

"Posh family," I said dismissively.

I accidentally caught Kyle's eye and I felt my face redden at the same time as his.

"You heard all of that then, I'm guessing," I said. They nodded.

"I take it you don't like your mum then," Robin said.

"Never have. She sent me to a private boarding school, and forced me to learn Latin. Latin! Of all the things an eleven year old could learn."

"Say something in Latin," she ordered.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Anything," she shrugged.

I thought for a moment. "Deinde arbor fugit."

"What does that mean?"

"Then the tree runs away."

She raised an eyebrow, causing me to smile. Maybe we'd be friends after all...

The End

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