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“Not exactly.” She squirms.
“Spit it out, Kaley.”
“I may or may not have told my parents that you were my live in boyfriend and that my sister can stay here.” She says quickly and hides her face in her shirt.
“Whoa, okay. Back it up. Where is your sister going to stay? We only have two bedrooms.”
She looks at me, waiting for me to catch up to speed. And when I do, my eyes widen and I’m actually speechless.
“So, they think that you and I... we’d have to share a room? Which probably means that we would have to share the same bed and did you really not think this through? Did you say your sister can stay here? How old is she? Where am I going to sleep?” I run off question after question as I push myself off the bed and look around my room. “Is she staying in my room? That means I have to sleep in your room. Kaley, you need to talk a little more.”
“Slow your roll. Okay, so I didn’t think it all over when I was talking to them. I was kind of half listening and just agreeing with whatever they were saying.”
“Well, this is great.” I run my hand through my hair.
“It’s only for a couple of weeks and they’ve never been to Seattle before, which means that they may just never be around, they may just come over here and sightsee the entire time.”
“How many weeks exactly are we talking here, Kale?” I steady myself by placing my hand on the top of my dresser.
“Three.”
“Three.” I mumble.
“I’m sorry.” She looks at me, her eyes full of emotion. I can see the war waging in the right or wrong and with guilt for choosing the wrong.
“So, what do we have to do?” I ask resigned, knowing that there’s no changing the situation.
“Well, either I move into your room or you move into mine. My room is more lived in, you really should decorate in here.” She says looking around.
“Your sister?”
“She’s sixteen, but not the cool type. She’s a bookworm, kind of shy and probably, alright most likely, will stay with us to spy on me for my parents.”
“Sleeping situation?”
“Together.”
“And you and I?”
“We’re in a serious and committed relationship.”
“Why wouldn’t I have met your parents before if we were serious?”
“Since we’ve lived together, how often have I gone home?”
“Good point.” I nod.
She hasn’t gone home since I’ve met her, and I met her through my sister two years ago.
“Let me get this straight, you and I are together and shacking up. Your conservative parents are okay with that?”
“They wouldn’t want me living with a guy unless it was... you know.” She shrugs.
“I know what?”
“You know, heading somewhere.”
“Oh geez. This is a mess you got us in, you know that, right?”
