Wanderlust [ editing ]

22. Montreal

  I'm sitting on Abel's couch typing up a paper that's due in 3 days. My hair is up in a loose bun with strays of hair falling out. I'm sitting cris-cross and am currently wearing a pair of Abel's basketball shorts and a navy blue tank top. 

  "Kris" Abel says as he's walking towards me with a plate of food and a bottle of water "Here. C'mon take a break." He closes my laptop and sets it on the big chair next to me. I sigh in surrender and take the plate from him.

  "Did you cook this?" I ask not taking my eyes off the bagel with eggs, sausage, bacon, and cheese. I'm practically drooling.

  "Yeah. It takes like 15 minutes to make. Why you so surprised?" He takes a seat next to me as I take a bite of my bagel. Abel leans towards me with his mouth open and I place the bagel in his mouth and he takes a small bite.

  "Never saw you as the cooking type, that's all." I continue eating then drink water.

  Abel puts his arm around me "How's your paper coming along?" he sips my water.

  "Good, actually. I'm almost done with it. It should be done by tonight." I say

  "Good." He smiles.

  "Good? Why is that good?" I eagerly sit up and look up at him like a little kid.

  "Because" he leans his body up as he grabs something from his back pocket. He holds 2 plane tickets infront of me.

  "'What's this?" I anxiously ask. I can barely contain my excitment. 

  "One for you" he hands me the ticket "and one for me" he holds the other ticket to his chest.

  I look at the ticket and I nearly faint right there. 

  "Virginia?!" I squeal.

  "Yeah. I know I was confused last week about Kyle, but Christmas is coming up and I'd hate for you to not be with you favorite guy" he kisses me "besides me of course."

  "We leave tomorrow and I'm coming with you. I want to be with you during the holidays." he smile and grabs my hand gently "And I really want to meet Kyle." 

  I give Abel a bear hug "you honestly don't know how much this means to me." 

  I fall for this man more and more everyday. I can't believe he loves and cares for me so much. No one has ever cared for me like this before in my life. I'm nothing but grateful.

  Abel walks to his kitchen and grabs a beer out of fridge. He then comes back to where I'm sitting and sits next me. He opens his can of beer and takes a gulp. 

  "You know you're going to have to meet my parents" I say crossing my arms and Abel nearly spits out the liquid in his mouth.

  "Shit" He quietly mumbles. 

  "May I remind you my mom is Mexican and my dad is Filipino. You're going to have to step it up. First rule" I grab his can of beer, walk to the kitchen sink "No more of this for now" I hold the can and slowly dump the liquid in the sink, then turn on the faucet and watch the beer go down the drain.

  "Chill" Abel says getting up to go to the fridge.

  "Babe, you know I don't control what you do, but these are my parents we're talking about. I don't want you to go to my house high and buzzed." I close the fridge just as he's opening it.

  After what seems forever Abel sighs and his body relaxes "Okay, fine. Anything for you" he grabs my waist and kisses me on the lips.

  "Your lips taste gross" I wipe my lips "I hate beer."