Be More Chill; Michael's Uncle
Michael was getting dressed and heading down to breakfast as usual when he spotted someone else sitting in his usual place at the table. The person turned around with a wide smile.
“You must be Michelle! Anne told me so much about you it’s so nice to finally see you again!” He got up pulling Michael in a hug as he stood there, very confused.
“Your Uncle Arvin, remember? He used to come over all the time when you were little.”
“Only for my most favorite niece in the world! Look at how big you’ve gotten! Oh but why is your hair so short? It was so pretty when it was longer.” Through the hug Michael glared at his mother. Of course she hadn’t told him. She never tells anyone and then gets angry at him for correcting them.
Michael’s dad did sense how awkward this was becoming for his son and put a hand on Michael’s shoulder. “It’s almost seven, if we don’t hurry up you're going to be late for school. Go upstairs and get dressed.” Michael shuffled up the stairs as the adults looked on. “Arvin, can you leave for a second? I need to talk to Anne about something.”
“Sure, sure your house.” He left the kitchen as Anne looked over to her husband.
“I know I should have told him.”
“Yes, do know how awkward Michael must be feeling right now? His uncle still thinks he’s a girl. You know how much he hates being called Michelle!”
“Don’t get on your high horse David. You know damn well I couldn’t have just mentioned it conversation. Oh Anne how are you doing today? Just fine, by the way my daughter's actually my son now so if you could just call him a boy now that’d be lovely!”
“I know it’s hard for us, but it’s even worse for Michael. Imagine being called something you hate everyday.”
“He’s my brother David, he’s only ever known Michelle. I don’t think he’d be open to the idea of his only niece turning out to be a-!” There was a crash from the hallway where the two looked over to see Michael, who had been listening the whole time. “Michael…how much of that did you hear?” He ignored the question grabbing his bag and heading towards the front door. “Michael!”
“I’m staying over at Jeremy’s tonight.” With that the door slammed shut as she heard him get in his car and leave.