Live Laugh Levi

Chapter Twelve

I woke up wrapped in my sheets and comforter with my arm hanging off the bed that lead to it hurting a lot when I tried to move it. Still wearing my dress, I stumbled to my desk to retrieve my phone. My phone was blown up with Facebook and Instagram notifications, mostly from Nikka, Allison, and Miranda tagging me in pics from the bonfire a couple nights ago and then there were a few messages from Levi and one from Foster.

One message popped out. It was from Levi saying that he was going to be at my house in 20 minutes and that was sent 18 minutes ago. I went into sheer panic, I had raccoon eyes, my dress still on and my hair was a rats nest. I ran down stairs to tell my mom to tell Levi that I was getting ready.

"Mom tell Levi-" I started before I seen Levi leaning over the counter wearing an apron.

"You look just like you did when I went into your room," my mom laughed.

"Why were you in my room?" I quizzed getting mad at Levi staring at me like this.

"To tell you that Levi was here for you, he offered to help a while to let you sleep in," I narrowed my eyes at him. He couldn't help but crack some sort of a smile. "Why don't you go take a shower?"

I took my shower, did my makeup and French braided my hair into two braids. I tried my best to cover up the fact that just 20 minutes ago I looked like a homeless mangy raccoon. When I went downstairs they all had abandoned their duty of baking to playing Uno at the kitchen table.

"Do I look better now?" I joked.

"I don't know I think I was liking the raccoon look you had before better," Levi laughed.

"Want to help me finish the pies?" My mom asked gingerly being careful to use her puppy dog eyes.

"Of course," I replied.

"Hey Levi I bet I can beat you at Call of Duty," Reese exclaimed jumping down from the chair and retreating upstairs in his bedroom.

"Come get me when you are done," Levi said quickly before running after Reese up the stairs.

"Weird could have sworn that Levi came over for me,." I acknowledged. "What are you making pies for anyways?"

"The country club is hosting a party for Babs," she grumbled. "I would really appreciate your support."

It's funny because in a party situation one does not need support. Then again if it mean dealing with Barbra Montgomery than I was happy to help my mother. She always rubs me the wrong way every time I see her, she makes a comment on how I need a beau or that sports is ruining my body. Babs always made her birthday parties and charity events b.y.o.d (bring your own dish) so she can silently or not to silently judge other people's food without them knowing.

"You can bring your own date as well, how bout Levi?" My mother insisted taking out the bowl of chilled pie crust.

"He has a girlfriend for the millionth time, and I have a boyfriend." I fussed tying an apron around me.

"She is a member of the country club?"

"She is a Martin,"

"Oh I didn't know that,"

"I thought dad would have told you,"

"Nope,"

I picked at the apple peels eating a few here and there while also sneaking pieces of the first over cooked pie crust. Eventually there was a hole where there once was crust so it was noticeable that I had been sneaking pieces. Then mom started to take little nibbles of the pie crust until it was gone.