Becoming Kennedy

20- Meet the Parents

I wake up to the intrusive sunlight, and a sharp knocking sound. I sit up, and look around, slightly disoriented.

What time is it?

I look at my phone clock, which reads, seven o'clock.

In the morning.

I throw off my covers, and stomp down the stairs. I fling the door open, and Luke pushes past me, rushing inside, "Did you just wake up? I told you I was going to be over at seven, Kennedy." I roll my eyes, and rub my face, "I was up late, wondering if a group of your dedicated fans were going to find my house, and slit my throat."

Luke laughs shortly, "Yeah? Try dealing with management." I sit down at the kitchen table, as Luke paces the floor, "What do you suggest we do?" I bring my phone screen to life, and shrug.

"Maybe we can move out of the country, I don't want to face Abigail and the rest."

Speak of the devil.

I notice I have eighteen unread messages, and half of them are from Abigail herself.

"This isn't funny, Kennedy, this is serious." It's too early for this, "Look, Luke, I'm going to go take a shower, and maybe after I've woken up, I'll have an ingenious plan for you, okay?" Luke visibly tenses, but nods his head, "Ten minutes." A laugh escapes my lips, "You think I'm going to get showered and dressed in ten minutes?"

Luke's aggravated expression falters, as a small smirk pulls at the corners of his mouth, "You don't have to get dressed. Clothes are optional." I roll my eyes before heading towards my bathroom, "Sure thing, Hemmings."

As soon as I get out of the shower, get dried off, and dressed, I walk into the kitchen, and stop dead in my tracks.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it.

Rock star, Luke Hemmings, sitting at my kitchen table, sharing coffee with my preppy parents.

I feel like I'm about to pass out.

My dad is the first to notice my presence, "Oh, there you are, Kenny! You never told us you were having company over this morning! I didn't know you knew Luke and the boys. I've been trying to get a hold of them since they arrived!" I force a smile as my overly-cheerful mom pours more coffee for Luke. Wyatt stabs at his scrambled eggs, and my dad's eyes scan Luke's 'bad-boy' exterior. He's probably loving it. Dad's always looking for new, 'clients', if you will.

"So let's talk music." Dad's voice sounds extremely interested, and Luke smiles, "I'd love that." My dad nods his head as Luke chatters about the band. He almost seems like a fangirl. It's weird.

"So where are your little band friends? We'd love to meet them too, wouldn't we, Frank?" Again, my dad nods his head, and gives a little grunt. He's probably already scheming ways to get to listen to Luke's band, "I've got to go to work. You all have a good day."

He smiles before moving towards me and giving me a little side-hug, his words directed at Luke, "Thanks for hanging out with our little Kennedy. We knew this move would be hard for her." He looks between the two of us, and Luke reaches out to shake his hand, "It was nice to meet you in person, Mr. Collins."

My dad laughs, and pats Luke on the back as if they're best buds, "No need for formalities, Luke. You can call me Frank." Luke's face practically radiates like the sun as he and my dad exchange numbers, and goodbyes. He's such a suck up.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes as I take a seat at the table.

Wyatt, who's been quiet this whole time, finally speaks up. And being the young person that he his, he simply points his fork at Luke, and blurts, "So are you dating my sister or something?" Kids. So innocent. So blunt. No subtlety, and certainly no finesse.