A/N: Oh my dears, I really would like to apologize for the chapters being so short : You see, I work almost nonstop and I never get a chance to really update a full chapter—I should just morph those three chapters together ha-ha. Anyway, I have to open the store tomorrow at 8 AM and its almost 11 so I must get to bed soon so I’m going to try my best and well, give you all a significant update. Thank you all so much for reviewing I love you all! With that said, enjoy chapter three of Gesundheit!

Gesundheit!

Chapter 03: Rubber Gloves and a Clothespin?

Rylee stood still. His eyes remained on the ground as he slowly took off the curly red wig. He placed it casually in front of his exposed “manhood” in attempts to conceal himself. Abie still remained silent, as she looked him over. His real hair was slightly tawny and messy on account of it being wet. His cheeks were scarlet, matching the wig that was clenched tightly in his hands.

“We need to make a room change.” Abie said finally as she walked over to the phone. Placing the phone on her shoulder she began to dial but was quickly disconnected by Rylee who ran over (wig still in place, mind you) and slammed his fingers down onto the cradle of the phone.

“Please—you can’t tell anyone!” He had a great deal of wary in his voice and his face was completely pale, almost as if he had seen a ghost.

“I’m not going to tell anyone—I’ll just say we aren’t getting along.” Abie said as she shooed his hand away from the receiver and began to dial once more. Rylee pouted and walked over to his bed and placed the wig on his head once more.

After a few moments someone at the front desk finally picked up. “Yeeeeesss?” the shrill, drawling voiced answered. Abie rolled her eyes.

“I’d like to get a room change, please?” Abie said as she twirled the phone cord around her finger.

“I’m sorry my deeeeear, but the deeeeeeadline for a rooooom chaaaaaange ended just yeeeeeeesterdaaaaayyy.”

Abie sighed as she finally figured out what the lady at the front desk was saying. “Thanks.” She responded quickly and hung up the phone.

“Seriously,” she thought out loud, “I’ve heard of people sounding like broken records but that’s a little too literal!”

Abie then looked over at Rylee who was now fully dressed and looking through his purse. He cocked his eyebrow.

“So, what exactly were you looking for?” he asked as he zipped up his purse.

“I don’t know, driver’s license, school I.D.—something to prove me right.” Abie said as she took her blond hair out of the hair ties and placed them on the table beside her bed. She then glanced up at Rylee, who looked somewhat perplexed.

“How did you know?” Rylee asked. “I thought I made a pretty hot girl, if I do say so myself.” He puffed up the luxurious amber locks of hair around his cheeks smiling brightly.

Abie couldn’t help but laugh despite her dilemma. Her laughter soon faded as she got up and shoved her hand in Rylee’s face.

“You see this?” Her hand was covered in a scarlet rash that covered her entire hand. “And this?” she proceeded to shove her face into Rylee's as she pointed to her cheek which was also covered in the same rash.

Rylee quickly pushed her away, “Dear lord, get away, how do I know that’s not contagious?”

Abie was now at this point infuriated. “Allergies are NOT contagious!”

“Allergies?” Rylee questioned. “Well, then what the hell are you allergic too?”

“You!” Abie yelled. “I’m allergic to people like you!”

“People like me—You mean guys?” Rylee asked inquisitively, raising his eyebrows. Abie sighed and looked at the ground.

“Oh my God! I was just kidding, are you serious?” Clutching his stomach, he fell onto the bed laughing; Abie did not share his enthusiasm. “Wow, shit, that must suck!”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Abie mumbled under her breath.

The laughter remained and with tears in his eyes he slyly glanced over to her. “So I guess it’s safe to assume—you’re a virgin?”

Abie glared at him and hurled the closest thing straight at his head; the closest thing happened to be the telephone.

“That’s NO way for a lady to talk!” Abie growled as she turned away from him; her face beet red and hands clenched in fists.

“Point taken.” Rylee groaned from the floor.

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Things were calmer now. The night dragged on and both of them sat on their own beds facing each other, waiting for someone to break the silence. Abie was the first to take the hammer to it.

“So, what’s your story?” she asked, cocking one eyebrow. “This is an all-girl’s school—and if you were gay I would assume you’d go to an all-guy’s school—

Before Rylee could speak he was interrupted.

“Oh my God!” Abie yelled, “You’re just trying to get some tail—what a pervert! I should report—

“Oh come on, you have to give me more credit then that.” Rylee put his head in his hands; his head, which was now bandaged due to the unexpected flight plan of the telephone.

Abie’s eyes widened as she anticipated an answer. “Well?”

“It’s my passion.” He explained rather dolefully. “Ever since I was a kid I’ve always wanted to come to this school—design clothes—be center stage—see MY clothes on models as they walked down the runway.”

Abie remained silent and egged him on to continue.

“My dad wouldn’t have it—He sent me to Andrew’s School of Business and Marketing.” He took off his wig and clenched in his hands. “He wouldn’t listen, ‘No son of mine is going to study fashion! What are you a girl?’ Shit, I can just hear him saying that, he just doesn’t understand.”

Abie sniffed slightly but remained intent, listening. She couldn’t help but feel sorry for him despite the trouble he has caused her.

“That’s why you can’t tell ANYONE.” He said looking up at Abie, with a hopeful look in his eyes.

Abie held up her pinkie. “I swear, I won’t tell a soul.”

Rylee then held out his hand. “You promise?”

“I’d rather not shake on it—if it’s ok with you.” Abie’s voice carried a sliver of irritation. Rylee laughed as he lay down with his hands behind his head.

“You know,” he began, “I feel a lot better, you know, now that you know and I don’t have to really hide it anymore?” Abie’s head sunk into her pillow.

“Yeah, now that we solved your problem—how about mine?” she questioned, her voice was muffled as she buried her face into her pillow.

“Oh, right.” Rylee said thoughtfully. “Got any wooden clothespins?”

“Excuse me?” Abie questioned as she lifted her head out of her pillow.

“You know, just stick one on your nose, and just wear—I dunno—rubber gloves?”

“Genius.” Abie said sarcastically as she pulled the covers up to her eyes; looks like she was going to have to deal with the itching and the sneezing for the night. ‘For the night,’ she thought, ‘I hope.’

“By the way, is your name really Rylee?”

“Ryker.” He said simply as bared a toothy grin and turned off his light.

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tbc in the next chapter of Gesundheit!

Well, now something must be done to help Abie in this situation. Classes start in the morning and things start to get crazy as the assignments are piled on—not to mention the doozey of a project in their fashion lab—and when Abie is left with the short end of the stick, so to speak, she soon finds that Rylee…errrr Ryker may be more use than harm. Hmmmmmm….

A/N: Thank you readers! I love you!!! I must get to sleep—it is getting late and I have to open up the store early tomorrow—this extra long chapter is just for you guys XD Hope you enjoyed it and with that said—good night my darlings.