Misfit Angels

31 (Final)

The sound of a doorbell ringing 7 billion times, pulled me from my sleep. My eyes lazily opened, adjusting to the bright, unfamiliar room. The ringing continued and Vic shifted underneath me, my head still laying on his chest, hot against his bare skin. I sat up as everything came back to me. We were in our house and Vic and I had sex last night. Or apparently, that was all my brain thought mattered.

I averted my eyes to my sleeping Vic whose hair was a mess upon his pillow and a bit on his face. I chucked, reaching out and pushing the stands away. He sighed, contently. He looked so peaceful, I just wanted to lay back down and stay with him for hours, but the doorbell began to ring again. I jumped, startled because I had getting so enthralled in Vic for the moment. I stood and began looking for my clothing. I found my jeans and quickly slipped them on while making my way to the door. I didn't know who it was, but they needed to go away.

When I opened the door, I was met with none other than my parents and fortunately, just them.

"It's about time," my dad said. He was holding a box of most-likely my crap.

 It was hot now. I could feel the heat from only just opening the door, and I was glad that I wasn't wearing a shirt at the moment because then I would have sweat right through it like my mom and dad have with their clothes. I hated summer. I hated feeling all sticky and uncomfortable. That was why I mostly slept during the summer, and was what I wanted to do right now. I wanted my parents to leave so I could crawl back to Vic and sleep the day away.

"What time is it?" I asked with a yawn. When they said they were going to come today, I thought they meant at a more reasonable time.

"9, now let us in, this box is getting heavy," Dad said, already walking forward, causing me to move over so he could let himself in.

"9!?" I exclaimed. How can anyone even function before-"  I then remembered Vic was in the living room and probably naked as I was complaining. I quickly turned around, abandoning my mom, but leaving the door open for her and made my way to the living room. When I got there, my dad was already putting the box on the ground and Vic was gone. That boy sure moves fast. I sighed in relief, thinking that he probably went up stairs.

"You two slept down here?" My mom asked, coming into the room and gesturing to the blankets on the floor. I nodded in response as she went over to them in attempts to pick them up, but her belly made it a bit difficult.

"Mom, it's okay. I got it," I rushed over to where she was, taking over.

"Why are limping?" Was I? Now that I thought about it, I was really sore. My legs were aching and honestly, my ass hurt a little. And of course my mother would notice this. She catches everything.

"Oh, yeah, the floor made my back hurt," I said, quickly gathering the pillows and covers. "I'm going to get cleaned up, I'll be back," I said, making my way upstairs to look for Vic.

I went directly to our room, assuming he was in there, and was right. He was standing by the restroom just putting his shoes on, his hair and overall appearance looking better. He looked over to me and smiled, brightly then made his way over to me. I put the covers on the floor before meeting him halfway.

"Good morning," he sang. He reached out for me, holding onto my arm and pulling me close to him. He went for a kiss, but I turned my head away. I could smell his breath like mint, assuming me used the water bottle as a water source that I could see was on the counter in the bathroom.

"Ew, no, Vic. I haven't brushed my teeth yet," I stated.

"I don't care," he said, still holding me, closely. I laughed and pushed him away.