Parent Trap - Part 1
Title: Parent Trap - Part 1
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 644 words
Summary: Lindsay struggles to tell her parents about her relationship with Samantha.
Rating: PG 13 (for some language)
Disclaimer: This is not real, but Michael Lohan really is an idiot.
3 A.M
Lindsay lies in bed, lights dimmed, re-reading the pages of a Marilyn Monroe biography. She rubs her tired eyes and gets up for a moment to walk around. She wants to be awake when Samantha gets home. After spending days apart, she hopes the two will make up for lost time.
She grabs a can of sugar-free Redbull from inside the fridge, and cracks it open. Taking that first gratifying sip, she spits some of it out as her phone rings loudly. Startled, she puts her hand on her chest to slow her beating heart - she hates being in this big house all by herself. I hope it’s Samantha, she thinks to herself, smiling as she runs back to the bedroom to answer the call.
Without looking at the incoming number, she accepts the call and says a cheery ‘hello’.
“Linds? It’s daddy calling…” says a man’s voice through the phone. The girl becomes quiet, her expression unimpressed. He is the master of sporadic contact. After not hearing from him for nearly a month, he calls her at three in the morning when, under normal circumstances, she’d usually be sound asleep in Samantha’s arms.
“Oh, what’s up? Is something wrong?” she says.
“Well, actually, yes. I’ve heard some things about you in the news. Anything you’d like to tell me before I start asking questions?”
Lindsay thinks for a moment and shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t think so. Plus you know all the tabloid shit is fake anyway,” she responds, taking another sip from her aluminum can.
Her father coughs loudly, showing disapproval of her foul language. “Where are you right now? Is Samantha with you?”
“I’m at her house. She should be home soon. What’s going on?” All of this mystery is causing Lindsay to stress, a feeling she experiences during most phone calls with her father.
“I’ve been told you’re gay, Lindsay. That you’re a lesbian,” her father says, in a most professional and demeaning voice. “Is this true? Are you and Samantha…sleeping together?”
Lindsay utters a quick ‘ha’, sitting herself down on the bed and sliding her smooth legs beneath the covers. She warrants this question with no further response.
“Lindsay, this is no laughing matter. You know how I feel about homosexuals. I want the truth, baby. Is Samantha your girlfriend?” the man says, sounding unnecessarily worked up.
Lindsay hears a sound that startles her, but remembers the dog is in the other room, and turns her attention back to the conversation with her father. “We’re just friends, okay? Relax. I would have told you otherwise,” she says to him, feeling guilt rise in her throat. She hates lying about her relationship with Samantha, but what she hates even more is her father manipulating his insider knowledge to get a foothold in the media. Sighing, she tells him she’s going to bed and she’ll call him in the morning.
She looks at the clock and sees nearly half an hour has escaped her, and picks up her phone to call Samantha.
“Who were you just talking to?” says Samantha, her voice not as calmly intonated as usual.
Lindsay feels her face flush and looks up to find the DJ’s disappointed face staring back at her. “My dad called…for once,” she says, hoping a long night at work is the reason for Samantha’s facial expression.
“And, we’re just friends? You were talking about me right?” the girl says, stepping further into the bedroom, her overactive hand gestures showing her anger.
“You know how he is, baby. I can’t tell him yet.”
“You’ve been saying that for months. Is it really that important to you that nobody knows about us?”
“Your parents know,” Lindsay manages to squeak out as she refuses to make eye contact, unprepared for Samantha’s reply.
She nods in Lindsay’s direction, throws a fresh package of Parliaments onto the bed and storms out of the room.
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Of course there's more to come :)