Our Forbidden Love

VIII - Parental Unit's Visit

Fallon's POV

"Just wear something casual. It's not like you're a celebrity," I retorted to Clay, who decided it was nice to bug his younger sister and call her at 2 AM when she's busy watching Modern Family.

"But Gayle said this teal one suits me better," he replies, holding the teal shirt and exposing it on the camera. "Why are you still awake, anyway?"

"I was reviewing for the first semester, I just don't want to be killed by our lovely parents. Also, Mr. Clay Denbrough Parker, please let me watch my show!" I complained.

"Is Harriet there? This friend of mine told me he has a crush on her,"

"Well, too bad for him. Harriet is dating someone she has a huge crush on, and I am sure as hell that this person she's dating is so much better than your musty-ass friend," I retreated.

He chuckles. "Dumbass, that was deep. Don't worry, I'll invite him later to come with us. He'd love to meet the almighty Harriet and her slow-brained bestie, Fallon,"

"Consider yourself lucky, if you were here I would have punched your nose. Good night, Sir Clay." I yawned.

"Sleep well, pillow princess." he blew a kiss as I feign disgusted.

As soon as I ended the call, I continued the show while making myself some spicy noodles.

"Why are you still up?" Harriet appeared behind me, as I dropped the fork.

Just my issues with my fast reflexes whenever anyone appears from nowhere to somewhere close in my personal bubble. "I am hibernating."

"But, doesn't hibernation means sleeping longer than usual? You're watching a show while making yourself a happy meal,"

"This, is how I hibernate. I eat, I watch, I sleep," I plastered a smile on my face. "Do you want anything to eat?"

"Sure. Is your girlfriend's best friend available?"

"I wish. I want your girlfriend's best friend too,"

"Ah shut it, you're a minor,"

"But Hannah is a minor too, so unfair..." I mumble, as I mixed the noodles with the seasonings.

She settled on our couch, turning on the TV to watch music videos on her favorite music channel. It was Taylor Swift's I Know Places.

"'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes," she sang.

"And guns," I sang along, using the spatula as my microphone as she held the remote control of the television as hers.

"They are the hunters, we are the foxes, and we run,"

"Baby, I know places we won't be found and they'll be, chasing their tails tryna track us down but I-I, I know places we can hide, I know places..."

...

"Why am I nervous," Harriet whispers to herself, while drying her hair on the vanity.

I took my towel and toothbrush, then stood behind her. "Let us just imagine that it's them visiting us in our own places. They'll just swing by, and then they're gone."

I held both of her shoulders and gently squeezed them. "You don't have a lot to hide. Just make sure you have no hickey,"

"It's gone when I woke up," she stated. "Go and shower already. They must arrive in 20 minutes."

Pressing the button to adjust the temperature of the faucet water, I unlocked my phone and played some music from the playlist my lady had made for me last night. Such a romantic.

Hey by Pixies is the first one to play. I brushed my teeth, then soon took off my clothes and indulged in the cold water. Even if the winter season is around the corner, I would still prefer a cold bath since I am trying to maintain my nice skin.

I smelled sweet vanilla that I almost wanted her to kiss me in the neck. My mind kept wandering about her. Would we ever get to do intimate things together aside from cuddling and kissing each other's nose before broad daylight?

As soon as I stepped out of the shower stall, I looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I noticed my tiny moles. I remember how my mother used to tell me that I have a lot of them in my bare back. I turned my back against it, looked over my shoulder, and realized she is indeed right. I wish someone would connect these dots to form constellations.

If someone ever get to be so lucky to see these stars, they must be someone special, not just anyone; because the thought of making love or making out with strangers disgust the hopeless romantic in me.

I dry myself with my towel and wore my orange sweater that has a printed image of a Halloween lantern on it. A pumpkin with carved eyes and mouth.

After some minute of contemplating what to wear for my bottom, I grabbed a khaki cargo pants and some socks.

I held the bathroom door open and almost passed out right after realizing who was standing right in front of me.