You decide to head out to the cinema for a change.

"Okay. That... that was weird!" you told him as he closed the door, having never before had to endure as strange and uncomfortable an interaction as that. "Really, really weird!"

"Tell me about it," Randall agreed, padding back over to the couch and flopping himself down. "I definitely wasn't prepared for that today. It's hard enough keeping the act up in front of her at the best of times, without your ass being there to complicate things as well!"

"What the hell happened?" he then asked you, making it seem like somehow it was your fault. "I thought you said you weren't coming over today?"

This wasn't entirely true, having been rather vague about it. But Randall did have a rather selective memory when he wanted.

"I never said I wasn't. I said I didn't know if I'd get a chance or not. Anyway, you never mentioned anything about Aisha coming over..." Surely he was as much to blame as you.

His answer to this was, as with you, that he didn't know she was. Aisha apparently (as well as constantly sending him stupid little texts about absolutely nothing) liking to just pop in unannounced. Usually in the hope of dragging him out somewhere. "...Not after last time though," he told you. "As cool as it was seeing her in her bra and panties, there's only so much talk about clothes and shit a guy can take!"

You imagined this was very true. In the last forty five or so minutes you'd been stuck in here with them, the main topic of conversation had basically been clothes, shopping and more clothes. It that alone had been enough to drive you up the wall, then you could only imagine what an actual shopping spree with her would be like (shopping with your mom being bad enough). It was no wonder then that he preferred to stay in and shoot the shit instead.

"Still, you should have checked your phone," you told him, taking a seat as well. "Then I would have known she was here and we wouldn't have had to be subjected to that."

Randall just sighed. "It wouldn't have mattered anyway, dude. If I'm supposed to be your Auntie now, stuff like this is bound to happen eventually. We can't keep everything separated forever you know."

He was right, you couldn't. He was Joan Burton now, your Auntie, and you were his nephew (as strange as that was to admit). The two of you might have been living out a pretty unspoiled and secretive relationship for the moment, but it presumably couldn't stay that way. Your Auntie had friends. You had friend's (as well as family if they ever came round to your way of thinking). Your two separate lives were destined to cross eventually. Whether you wanted it to or not.

"I know. It's just really strange having to call you 'Auntie' and stuff. Somehow it just doesn't seem right. Plus, seeing the way you were acting around her. It was... surreal."

"Hey, I was doing my best!" he said in his defense. "This stupid brain of mine doesn't tell me how to act you know."

"I know. And I didn't mean it like that," you told him, having actually been kind of impressed by his acting (in a weird way). "You did pretty good... considering. I mean, it's not exactly like her, but then I know it's really you under there." Your perception of his performance was bound to be different from everyone else's. seeing as you knew about the transplant and the agreement. As well as the fact that you'd been hanging out with him nearly every day for the last two weeks. Who knows how Aisha and the rest of your Auntie's friends saw it. They didn't have the knowledge you did after all. "It seemed to fool her anyway."

"Thankfully," Randall smiled. It being obvious that he was kind of proud of himself. Having not taken too kindly when he had thought you were knocking him.

Turning your attention to what exactly you were going to do now then - it being a Saturday, so you could actually stay a little later today - Randall had a suggestion. After the awkwardness of 'Auntie and Nephew time' with Aisha and you both having come to the agreement that acting that way was something you were both going to have to do a whole lot more, he put forward the idea of perhaps getting out of the apartment for now and getting a little more practice.

"Practice? How'd you mean?" you asked, not entirely sure where he was going with this.

"Well we're always in here - playing video games or watching TV. How about we go out somewhere? To the cinema or something? That way we can do something else for a change and at the same time get a little more comfortable being seen out in public like this. As Auntie and nephew."

"I... I guess," you told him, figuring that he was probably right, and that now was as good a time as any. "There are a few movies that I have been hoping to catch."

With that settled then, he jumped up off the couch and grabbed his things. Apparently no longer able to go anywhere without at least one of your Auntie's handbags (due to all the extra junk he now had to carry).

Climbing into your Auntie's Beetle a few minutes later, the two of you then set off towards the cinema, practicing a little on your journey at calling him "Auntie Joan". Part of your ****, you assumed, and the reason it felt so difficult, was apart from the obvious fact that you knew he was really Randall, was that it seemed like a slight to her memory. Like you were somehow pretending that she'd never existed and he was your real Aunt. This was nonsense of course. You hadn't forgotten her for one moment. How could you with Randall walking around looking like that? Nor did you have them in any way confused. Though he was wearing her form, Randall was still just Randall. Same as your Auntie would still always be who she was. You just had to try and trick your brain into believing this as well.

Arriving at the cinema then and heading inside (this being the first time either of you had been out in public like this), you couldn't help but feel slightly nervous as you looked around at all the various other people coming and going. Worrying perhaps that you might be found out as some kind of fraud, which was kind of ludicrous. Randall meanwhile, seemed a lot more comfortable than you, having obviously done this before at work and at the store and such, telling you then that he'd buy the tickets and the food - assuming that was what your Auntie would normally do when you were at the cinema together (which admittedly hadn't been since you were like 12).

"Thanks," you said, after he returned from the cashier with two tickets for the latest sci-fi blockbuster and two buckets of popcorn.

"Thanks... Auntie," Randall quietly prompted, giving you a nudge with his elbow.

"Jesus, dude. I don't have to say it every single time you know!" you hissed, looking around to see if anyone overheard. Randall seemingly being a bit too gung ho.

"I know. I just thought it'd be good to be ready," he shrugged, passing you your popcorn.

In truth though, your interactions with other people was severely limited and this outing was more about getting the two of you comfortable being seen out together in public than anything else. The two of you pretty much acting exactly the same with one another as you usually did - throwing bits of popcorn and laughing at all of the terrible trailers - albeit a little more quieter and more discreet.

It was only after coming out of the movie, two and a half hours later that you had to quickly up your game, running into none other than Allison Lowry in the foyer, with two of her friends.

"Hey Tim!" she grinned, spotting you as you approached. Looking as cheerful and as beautiful as she always did. "What are you doing here?"

Stuttering a little, feeling like you were suddenly in a repeat of the whole Aisha situation (only worse), you nervously replied, "Uh, heh-hey Allison." Telling her then as her eyes drifted towards Randall beside you, "I was just watching a movie with uh... with my ...Aunt." Even with all that practice earlier, the word still didn't come out easy. Made no less difficult by the big smile now painted on his face.

"Hello," Randall said, relishing this encounter. It not only being with someone he'd known and now had no idea who he was, but also the current object of your affection.

Not than Allison noticed this. Replying politely, "Nice to meet you" , in a manner which she would most definitely never would have had she known it was really Randall. He's got to be loving this. Turning her attention back to you again, she said, "Me and the girls are just going to see the new Tom Cruise movie. What did you guys see?"

Telling her what it was - explaining that it was basically an excuse to see a load of stuff blowing up - she then began chatting away to you a little about school, while Debbie and Shawna (her friends) began to have their own conversation in the background. Randall meanwhile you could see still grinning away to himself out of the corner of your eye, making you feel more than a little uncomfortable. Being able to tell exactly what he must be thinking...