Lucas, My Love

Chapter Thirteen

Amelia's POV

I worked all day yesterday so Luke and I couldn't hang out. I just woke up, 10:17, to the sound of my phone ringing. 

"Hello?" I asked, still groggy and asleep.

"Were you sleeping? Your voice is so cute." He giggled and then stopped as if embarrassed for speaking his thoughts. 

"It sounds like someone took a chainsaw to my throat, but thanks. What's up?" I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand and then ran my hand down my entire face to gain some awakeness. 

"Uh, how would you like to meet my parents tonight over dinner?" He seemed nervous but calm at the same time, and I secretly hoped he would never get over his nervousness when asking me things. 

"Uh..." I despise eating in front of people. Plus, I don't really get how you can get to know someone when you have food in your mouth the entire time. I chewed on my lip, contemplating my answer. "I mean, I could just come over. We don't need to be eating."

"I guess, but if you're over you might as well stay." He wasn't being pushy, he was just being oblivious. 

"But I wouldn't need to. No body has to do anything special just cus I'd be there." I tapped my finger against my matress.

"Well Jack is coming over tonight so we'd be making extra anyway." Jack, his brother. Great. Another source of familial pressure. 

I swallowed my pride and agree, hoping to make Luke happy. "Yeah, okay. What time?"

"You could come anytime between four and five; we'll probably eat around five-thirty or six." I could see him in my mind chewing on his lip ring. This isn't the first time he's said this; he's practiced. 

"Let me ask my parents, but I'll plan to be there around four-thirty." A rush of worry washed over my face-- I don't want to do this. 

"Great. I can't wait to see you. Oh, and you don't have to dress up to impress my parents or anything; I think they're already pretty impressed with you." He spoke quickly, anxious to get the compliment out of his mouth.

He's so adorable. I smiled to myself. "And how do they know anything about me?"

"It's not like I don't talk about you..." My face flushed pink, and I just wanted to be next to him in this moment. 

We were silent, as usual, before I broke it with a sarcastic remark-- as usual. "Well, flattery will get you no where, my dear Lucas. I shall see you this evening."

"Yeah, see ya, Amelia." His smile spread into his voice, and it stirred my heart. 

We hung up, and I cupped my face in my hands. It'll be just fine; eating isn't even that big of a deal. You should be more worried about your first impression. I told myself. 

I sat up in bed, adjusting my shirt that had gotten crooked over the night, and went downstairs. 

"She's alive." My dad exclaimed from his seat at the table. I dismissed his comment and sat down.

"Morning, peanut." My mom greeted me cheerfully, which was a good sign; it means they haven't fought yet today. 

"Morning." I mumbled. 

"Do you want me to make you something?" She offered, but she was clearly busy with something else.

"No, it's okay." I made my way to the pantry where I retrieved some cereal, which I poured and ate with milk. "Hey, mom?" I looked up at her, preparing to ask a question.