Chapter Seventeen (Awkward Confrontations)
*RECAP*
"What did you need to talk about kid?" My dad asked me. I brushed my poorly self- cut hair and began applying the bleach.
"It's something highly important, I need you to take this very seriously." I told him matter- of- factly.
"When do I not take things seriously?" He asked jokingly.
"Shut up. Dad this is really important."
"What is it kiddo?" He asked more seriously.
"I think I might actually be in love…" I said trailing off.
"Why do you think that?"
"It's just whenever I'm around this person I feel different. I feel happier and more care free. As stupid as it might sound, I've been having dreams for a couple of days and they are leading me to believe that I truly am in love." I stared at my dad and returned it. After a minute he asked the question I dreaded most.
"Who do you think you're in love with?"
"Loki…" I responded quietly trailing off and avoiding his glare.
*PRESENT*
The silence in this room was literally enough to kill someone. It was awkward as hell! I kept trucking through it to finish my hair. After I got all of the bleach in I washed my hands and turned to my dad.
"You don't mind if we stay here for an hour do you? That's how long I'm gonna wait before I wash the bleach out." I asked my dad, not even acknowledging what I told him earlier.
"That's fine, but you're also not leaving until you tell what you mean by 'I think I'm in love with Loki' shit you just told me. Either you're madly in love with him, or he's just a friend…. What is it?" Oh shit!
"Well I mean yeah, I do have feelings for him…. But I know better than to believe that he feels the same way." I said trying to not look my dad in the eyes.
"Aubree look me in the eyes when you speak, it's rude not to. Now have you talked to Loki about this?"
"No but-" I started but he cut me off.
"Well then don't start getting all bitchy about it. You don't know how he feels, don't make assumptions. That's just rude. I think the logical answer to all of this is you need to go speak to him about it."
"Dad that's the thing, I can't just speak to Loki about anything. It makes me wanna shit myself… It's scary." I said whisper yelling so Loki didn't hear us.
"Okay, well don't do that. That's just disgusting. I suggest just sit him down and take it step by step. Have you guys ever kissed… or more?" He asked winking.
"You're gross dad…. I did not need that. But to be truthful we've kissed like twice, but not all of the time."
"So go tell him about how you feel about all of this, it's a good idea trust me kiddo." My dad told me, giving me a much needed pat on the back.
"Okay, but if something awful happens that is your fault and I will never forgive you. Got it?" I asked him sternly.
"Sir yes sir!" He said. I laughed and pulled him in for a hug. I walked out of the bathroom and back to where Loki was. Once I was in the living room I saw him there in all of his misunderstood sexy glory.
"Hey Loki, can we talk?" I asked him quietly.
"Sure love." He purred back. We both got up and walked past my dad, into the spare bedroom: closing the door behind us. "What's wrong?" he asked me.
"I need to tell you something, it's really important."
"Okay, continue…" Loki motioned me to keep going.
"I think I might be love-" I started but before I could finish he had already interrupted me.
"Who is it? I swear once I find I'm gonna kill him!" Loki yelled rather loudly.
"Well, unless you commit suicide then you won't be killing anyone." I stated.
"What do you mean?" He asked now confused.
"I think I'm in love with you, Loki." I said gradually looking away and the atmosphere becoming quiet and awkward. Maybe I shouldn't have told him….