Summer Birdie

Q

"So when I asked if you two had kissed and made up..." She teased you, smirking from the rim of her beer can, her eyebrows crooked as her gaze flittered between the two of you. After your romantic kiss with Hawks, and the abrupt appearance of your mother through the doorway, you hair was stuck in a dark shade of red all night long and your mother noticed. "You really did kiss and make up!"

You could feel your face burning with embarassment as her gaze burns into you. Under the table you could feel Hawks' fingers intertwine with yours which only made the red brighter. Abundantly aware, your mother chokes on a bit of sushi and quickly washes it down with her beer.

"So..." She says, arching over the table imitating an intimidating gangster. "How long?"

The sudden movement in your neck as it twists towards Hawks causes it to crack, and he jolts slightly from the noise. You both knew that she doesn't remember Hawks from your childhood, but you blush even brighter when you remember that you two weren't officially together. You feel Hawks squeeze your hand reassuringly.

"Ma'am, I've known them for a long time now, and they are very dear to me." He smiles at you before facing your mother with a rather stern expression. "If I can have your blessing, I want to be an item with them."

He humbly bows giving you a secret wink as he does so. You feel your face burning up. Was this how he was going to ask you out? It felt oddly traditional.

"And how do you feel about him?" Your mother asks, taking a stern sip from her beer can before slamming it down onto the table. Realising she wasn't being serious, you see her pursing her lips together to stifle her laughter. Very traditional, I like him. She mouths at you, giving a chef kiss guesture before Hawks rose from his bow to witness it.

"I..." You squeeze Hawks' hand, was she really going to force you to say it? You stare at her and she raises her eyebrows at you, patiently. She wasn't going to let it go until you said it...

"I like him too..." You can feel the blood rushing to your face, you stare down at your thighs, unable to face the fact that you said it.

"That settles it then." She smiles at the two of you before guesturing to the food. You feel too embarassed to eat but pick up your chopsticks. Realising you were still holding Hawks' hand you go to release his hand when he tightens his grip on your interlaced fingers. "Ambidextrous." He winks at you again. His thumb strokes yours lovingly as he uses his left hand to eat.

Indescribable. 

Is the word that you would use to describe how the rest of the evening went. It didn't go particularly bad, however the utter chaos was something that only eyes that witness the scene could understand. After you carried your mother upstairs to her bedroom, completely blackout drunk, you head back downstairs to clean the mess left.

"I'm so sorry you hand to witness that..." You apologise on behalf of you mother as you noticed Hawks was using his feathers to clear the beer cans as he was delicately cleaning up the vomit. You offer to clean it instead but he insists.

"At least she didn't vomit on me." Hawks grins and insists that he has this and that you should clean yourself up. After you take a quick shower, you come back to the living room, clean of the disaster and Hawks slumps onto the sofa, exhausted.

"That was fast." Hawks says flopping his head towards your direction.

"I only took a shower, I didn't want to leave you with all the mess." You look around, "but it looks like you've beat me to it." You pick up the left overs on the tabletops, wrap them and put them away in the fridge for the next day. The light pitter patter of rain on the kitchen window catches your attention, you look outside and see the inky starless sky.