Authors note – All of this is based on Rainbow Rowell's novel Fangirl, all credit goes to her where it's due. She rocks. Let me know what you think of this. I really enjoyed writing it.
"Dad, it's me, Cath, call me back when you get this message,"
"Dad, seriously, call me back, I'm worried,"
"I'm not going to call you anymore after this, just…call me back,"
She'd been at Levi's for four days now, enjoying her time on their ranch. Cath was only just getting used to the fact that Levi woke up at seven every morning to milk cows and collect the hens' eggs, or like, shave a sheep or something. Except on Sundays. She didn't think they had sheep, anyway.
Her dad had called her the first night she got there, just like they'd planned. He was supposed to yesterday, but hadn't returned any of her calls yet. Talking to Wren didn't do any good since she was staying with Jandro the next couple weeks too.
Now she laid on an air mattress in Levi's family's basement. Light was peeking through half windows, making Cath wince.
"Good morning, sweetheart," Levi smiled, walking in and sitting down on her air mattress, making her side blow up considerably.
Cath rubbed her eyes, "Stop smiling, it's eight o'clock in the morning,"
His grin grew stronger, "The family is requesting your omelets," he said, "I told them how great they are,"
A bubble grew in Cath's stomach, now they were all expecting some five-star breakfast.
"Don't worry," he said, "Even if they suck my family loves you anyway,"
He was right. Reagan hadn't been completely wrong about Levi's mom, but she had been partly wrong. She seemed to warm up to Cath just fine, although she didn't want them doing anything, you know, mischievous, around her. Pretty expected from a normal parent though, not that Cath had ever had one of those. Maybe Reagan's persona had just given off a bad vibe to her. Probably.
"Alright, just let me get dressed and stuff," Cath yawned.
"No need to, everyone's still in their pajamas," he said.
"Except you,"
"I like to get an early start on my day," he grinned.
She grimaced, her stomach boiled at the thought of accidently giving them all food poisoning.
"You get to use the eggs I just gathered!" Levi said.
"Great," Cath replied, "Are they sanitary?"
Levi laughed, "What do you mean are they sanitary?"
"Like, are they clean? Can people put them in their mouths?"
"Cather, I'm starting to think you're not talking about eggs anymore,"
"Ew, gross, Levi," she covered her ears, burrowing back into her pillow.
"I was kidding!" he pulled her back up, "Come on, Cath. Please make them omelets, they'll be so happy,"
"Fine," she groaned, pulling herself up off the air mattress.
Levi held her hand until they reached the top of the stairs, brushing his thumb lightly over hers, making knots reproduce in her stomach. He let go reluctantly, and she followed him into the kitchen.
The green walls and black and white checked floor reminded Cath of a 70's kitchen, the vintage kind that teenage girls would probably die for if they knew it existed.
"Good morning, Cather," Levi's mom greeted her, sipping a coffee with her left hand and getting ready to smack Levi for spilling tea all over the counter with her right.
"Good morning," Cath replied, stepping further into the room.
"Here's your eggs," Levi smiled, motioning to a basket on the counter.
"Thanks," she said.
"We have ham, bacon, cheese, and all sorts of stuff in the fridge," his mom offered.
"Thank you," Cath said, his mom smiled. She began gathering her ingredients and throwing eggs into a greased pan. This process was so ingrained in her mind that it was almost relaxing.
"Have you heard back from your father yet?" she asked.
"No, not yet," Cath fumbled with the cheese, spilling some on the counter.
"I'm sure he's just been busy with work," she said.
"Yeah…me too," Cath said, thinking of everything that could have gone wrong by now. Last night she'd almost asked Levi to drive her back home just to check on him, but she didn't want to seem like she didn't like it here. He could be drenched in toothpaste right now for all she knew, trying to write an ad for fucking Kelly.
Fucking Kelly.
He was probably keeping an eye on her dad; he had said he would. Cath tried to let the worries pass her, but something stayed lumped up inside her.
She finished the omelets, letting Levi and his family dig in, not eating anything herself. Because she knew that if she did it would all come out the wrong way.
"Cath again, please call me back,"