Parent Trap - Part 4 (Final)
Title: Parent Trap - Part 4
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 658 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 hopefully not far from the truth.
1 P.M
After opening her eyes, Lindsay immediately squints them shut again, warm rays of sunlight pouring in the open window. Once reoriented and wide eyed, she looks around to find herself alone in the bedroom. She sighs and sits up, craving a cigarette but is too exhausted to remember where she left them.
The skin around her eyes feels swollen, and the sockets dehydrated from crying. She rubs at them as she looks at the clock and considers going back to sleep.
Getting up to close the curtains, she hears the sound of drawers opening and cupboard doors slamming from the kitchen. She stands still for a moment, contemplating her next move. Sleep, or try talking to Samantha?
Ignoring the light shining in, she turns and walks out of the bedroom, realizing she’ll be unable to fall asleep knowing Samantha is in the next room and not next to her.
Her entrance into the room goes unnoticed. She finds Samantha’s face stuffed in a newspaper, her hand carefully holding a spoonful of sugary cereal, droplets of milk hitting the table. Lindsay feels invigorated by the smell of freshly brewed coffee - a special blend she bought in Paris months ago. She grabs a mug from the cupboard and inhales sharply as she pours the dark, steaming beverage. She jumps, almost spilling, when a carton of milk is set on the counter beside her.
Looking up, she sees the back of Samantha’s head as she rinses her breakfast bowl and spoon, her hair messy but irresistibly cute. Lindsay smiles, opening the carton. “Want some coffee?” she asks, as she pours just enough to create light swirls in the murky drink.
Samantha shakes her head, drying her hands carefully and still facing away. “I don’t like that kind. I made it for you,” she says, finally facing Lindsay, her expression full of unnecessary guilt.
In mid-sip, Lindsay feels her heart beat faster and butterflies form in the lower part of her stomach. “I’m sorry,” she says, and swallows her mouthful. It burns all the way down her throat, but she feels more clear-headed already.
Again, Samantha shakes her head, this time her expression much softer. “I’m sorry. I know how hard it is to tell your parents something like that. Whenever you’re ready to tell them is fine with me,” she says, nervously stuffing her hands into jean pockets.
Lindsay steps forward and places gentle hands on the DJ’s soft face. She looks into her eyes intensely, leaning forward and kissing her quickly on the cheek. “I called my dad back last night. He knows everything,” she says, her voice raspy and even. “Doesn’t mean he likes it, but he knows. My mom knows, my sister knows. I want everyone to know, Samantha.”
Samantha swallows hard, feeling a strange sensation in her throat.
“I love you, and I want the whole world to know it,” the usually vivacious redhead says, her voice quavering slightly.
The two exchange more meaningful words and passionate kisses before they get ready for the day.
Lindsay dresses herself in a pair of black jeans, one of Samantha’s t-shirts and sports an SR ring on her hand. Samantha wears a faded pair of skinny jeans, a red t-shirt and her beloved Foreigner sweatshirt.
They have nowhere in particular to go today, nobody special to see, no important errands to run. Just a day for themselves.
After driving around Los Angeles, car stereo playing in the background of their laughter and conversation, Samantha stops the Porsche in front of Lindsay’s favourite sushi restaurant. She jumps out quickly, running to the passenger side to open the door. Lindsay giggles at this act of chivalry and steps of the car, pushing strands of long hair away from her face.
Smiling at Samantha, she smoothly slides her fingers between the DJ’s own and grasps tightly as they walk along the crowded sidewalk. “The whole world, Miss Ronson. I mean it.”
:)
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 658 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 hopefully not far from the truth.
1 P.M
After opening her eyes, Lindsay immediately squints them shut again, warm rays of sunlight pouring in the open window. Once reoriented and wide eyed, she looks around to find herself alone in the bedroom. She sighs and sits up, craving a cigarette but is too exhausted to remember where she left them.
The skin around her eyes feels swollen, and the sockets dehydrated from crying. She rubs at them as she looks at the clock and considers going back to sleep.
Getting up to close the curtains, she hears the sound of drawers opening and cupboard doors slamming from the kitchen. She stands still for a moment, contemplating her next move. Sleep, or try talking to Samantha?
Ignoring the light shining in, she turns and walks out of the bedroom, realizing she’ll be unable to fall asleep knowing Samantha is in the next room and not next to her.
Her entrance into the room goes unnoticed. She finds Samantha’s face stuffed in a newspaper, her hand carefully holding a spoonful of sugary cereal, droplets of milk hitting the table. Lindsay feels invigorated by the smell of freshly brewed coffee - a special blend she bought in Paris months ago. She grabs a mug from the cupboard and inhales sharply as she pours the dark, steaming beverage. She jumps, almost spilling, when a carton of milk is set on the counter beside her.
Looking up, she sees the back of Samantha’s head as she rinses her breakfast bowl and spoon, her hair messy but irresistibly cute. Lindsay smiles, opening the carton. “Want some coffee?” she asks, as she pours just enough to create light swirls in the murky drink.
Samantha shakes her head, drying her hands carefully and still facing away. “I don’t like that kind. I made it for you,” she says, finally facing Lindsay, her expression full of unnecessary guilt.
In mid-sip, Lindsay feels her heart beat faster and butterflies form in the lower part of her stomach. “I’m sorry,” she says, and swallows her mouthful. It burns all the way down her throat, but she feels more clear-headed already.
Again, Samantha shakes her head, this time her expression much softer. “I’m sorry. I know how hard it is to tell your parents something like that. Whenever you’re ready to tell them is fine with me,” she says, nervously stuffing her hands into jean pockets.
Lindsay steps forward and places gentle hands on the DJ’s soft face. She looks into her eyes intensely, leaning forward and kissing her quickly on the cheek. “I called my dad back last night. He knows everything,” she says, her voice raspy and even. “Doesn’t mean he likes it, but he knows. My mom knows, my sister knows. I want everyone to know, Samantha.”
Samantha swallows hard, feeling a strange sensation in her throat.
“I love you, and I want the whole world to know it,” the usually vivacious redhead says, her voice quavering slightly.
The two exchange more meaningful words and passionate kisses before they get ready for the day.
Lindsay dresses herself in a pair of black jeans, one of Samantha’s t-shirts and sports an SR ring on her hand. Samantha wears a faded pair of skinny jeans, a red t-shirt and her beloved Foreigner sweatshirt.
They have nowhere in particular to go today, nobody special to see, no important errands to run. Just a day for themselves.
After driving around Los Angeles, car stereo playing in the background of their laughter and conversation, Samantha stops the Porsche in front of Lindsay’s favourite sushi restaurant. She jumps out quickly, running to the passenger side to open the door. Lindsay giggles at this act of chivalry and steps of the car, pushing strands of long hair away from her face.
Smiling at Samantha, she smoothly slides her fingers between the DJ’s own and grasps tightly as they walk along the crowded sidewalk. “The whole world, Miss Ronson. I mean it.”
:)