And now we have a Tongue and a Willy

So lately a couple of friends have been, for want of a better term, weirded-out by my relationship with Quack. Now, I made friends with Quack a bit over three years ago, and as TOM brought us closer together we decided, on a whim, to be married. We would walk around school holding hands, kissing on the cheek and for a time there were legit lesbian rumours going around about us. Then it just became the norm. We use pet names and profess our love for one another and we spoon at sleepovers. Just yesterday she announced in class 'I still love Victoria, even though she's nerdy'.
Over time we've also developed a familial relationship. I'm considered entirely to be a part of her family. Just last week her mother insist it's my sacred duty as a sister to attende her birthday dinner and was surprised to find I wasn't automatically invited to the family outing to Macbeth. I call her parents 'Mummy' and 'Daddy', even to my own parents, and I'm totally the favourite daughter.
So our relationship for some time has been that of quasi-lovers and sisters (interestingly, I turned down her offer of friendship) and our behaviour is oft ignored by those around. Lately, with our ocnstant jabs at two male Christian friends about their romanctic sleepovers and whatnot, they've started commenting on the oddities of our relationship. It's not as though I don't understand what's odd about it, I just see it as so normal now it seems more odd to find it odd. If you get me?

Toongen, xo.