Rebel Girl

35} I Hope They Serve Tacos In Hell

© Amber Kalkes 2015

Song: "Fire Up The Batmobile" By Liz Phair

Chapter Thirty-Five: I Hope They Serve Tacos In Hell

The ringing of his phone wakes us both up. I don't plan on moving a muscle and instead of getting off him, I tighten my arms around his torso. He doesn't complain, either. Instead, he pulls me closer as he starts to sit up closer. My head is on his stomach as he picks up the phone and puts it to his ear. I keep my eyes closed and I'm trying to go back to sleep but once he starts talking, I know that's impossible.

"Hello?" He asks in a raspy morning voice.

I curl my toes under the blanket just listening to it. I really love Lou, more than I ever thought I could. A smile comes across my face at the thought and I'm so glad that he can't see it right now. His fingers are brushing through my hair but stop when the person on the other line starts to talk. I feel him tense against me and I frown, though my eyes stay closed.

"Oh, hey." He says hoarsely, this time sounding nervous. "Uh, I don't know. Let me see."

Lou taps my shoulder and I turn around with a pout. He quickly steals a kiss and I pop open one eye to look at him. His face has morning scruff covering his jawline and his dark green eyes are half lidded with sleep. I can't stop my goofy grin and he echoes it quickly before his eyes avert to the phone against his bare chest.

"Are we doing anything today?" He asks quietly.

I shake my head, "Not that I know of. Why?"

"My parents want to know."

I sit up too fast and my head spins a little. Clutching it, I try to take a few deep breathes. When I don't feel like I'm going to vomit I open my eyes and gape at him. Parents? What does he mean parents? Why do they want to know?

"Something wrong?" He asks with a smirk. He knows exactly what he's doing, the asshole.

I narrow my eyes at him and hiss, "I can't meet your parents today!"

"Yes, you can."

"No, I can't."

His look turns challenging and he puts the phone back to his ear, "How does noon sound? We'll have lunch."

I hear some low chatter on the other end of the phone.

"Yes, I'll bringing my girlfriend."

How do they know about me?!

Lou's eyes flicker to me for a second, "Yes, its serious. Yeah. Okay. I'll see you then."

He hangs up the phone and I'm split between killing him or just beating him beyond recognition. The second one wins out and I tackle him. Lou catches me and spins me around so I'm pinned under him on the bed. As he does this, I'm punching his shoulder as hard as I can but he acts like it doesn't even hurt.

"What the hell?"

"Why did you do that?!" I yell in his face as he tries to pin me down.

"What?"

I try to punch him again, "You know exactly what you douche bag! You can't just invite me over to your parents! They could see me!"

He laughs as he buries his face in my neck, "That's kind of the point."

"They won't like me."

"I don't care."

"They'll tell you to break up with me," I insist.