Vodka Over Love

{04} Kiss This

"She's already here?"

"Yeah"

"Can she meet us outside?"

I looked over at Jessie and shot him a classic 'did you forget to take your stupid pills this morning' expression, "we aren't meeting her parents for the first time, where just going to church with her."

Jessie and I's 'important conversation' was going to have to wait on account of my mom had signed me up for my least favorite Sunday activity.

Jessie rolled his eyes and threw his hands up, "You're the one who's been stalling for ten minutes."

I looked at the clock and realized he had a point, "Maybe so, but I'm sweating, I'm just trying to rid of the pit stains before we enter the Lords sanctuary."

"It's mid February, and you're in a summer dress how can you possibly be hot." He tugged at my spaghetti strap teasingly, revealed for the time being as I aired out my cover up.

"For one, prick, this is all I had that could pass as dressy, and two it's a nervous sweat." I tried to hide my smile as we continued to play fight.

"When's the last time you even went to church with her, hasn't it been forever?"

I thought about it for a second and then straight face responded with, "When I wore makeup for the first time and got told that God would condemn me to hell if I didn't straighten myself up."

I paused and waited for Jessie to explode into fits of laughter, he looked strangled, holding back. A quick burst of air broke through his lips and I rolled my eyes as his golden voice filled the car.

"Shut up," I smacked him and quickly swung myself out of his little white vehicle, "we're doing this to prove that I won't set ablaze when I walk in and then we never have to come back."

"How about next time you just put your Twitter on private so your grandma can't see it." He joked, twisting his neck so he could see me outside of his door.

Previously in the week my grandma had signed up for a twitter account and immediately searched for my page, most of my tweets being about parties and sexual jokes towards Jessie, God bless her Jesus loving soul, she ran to my mom upset and convinced I needed to spend some quality time with the lord and all of his sheep at my old church, "What 68 year old woman has even heard of Twitter?"

Jessie shrugged and again sneaked a peek at the small brick building, "So is today the day we sacrifice a small child to the lord and savior, or is that only on Good Sunday?"

Ignoring him I slammed his car door shut and sped walked to the door, wondering why I hadn't invested in any winter dresses.

I heard him running behind me to catch up, "no but seriously, aren't Pentecostals crazy."

"Define crazy."

"Like kart wheels for Jesus during service, crazy."

I smiled at him and slipped my fingers between his, "I love you, and no, they go harder than that, we bible thumpers like to do back-flips for the Lord."

"Full gymnastic routines?" I nodded, He took a deep breath as we came up to the glass door, "Sweet, I'm excited."

We shuffled inside, not late but not early either, people turned to smile and wave and I couldn't help but grin back, it was so nice seeing everyone again, even if they thought I was just a newcomer. I saw the soft grey bun of my grandma and dragged Jessie to the front of the pews, slipping around a family that needed to be told about the magic of condoms and took a seat beside her, "Good morning, Grammy." I hugged her tightly and kissed her rosy cheek. Her eyes lit up at the sight of Jessie and I, I couldn't remember the last time someone had agreed to attend church with her. My heart melted when she began to speak of how excited she was to see me there, I turned to Jessie who seemed just as smitten as I was to see her so upbeat.