The sun crept through my blinds, gently waking me up. Excitement rushed up my spine as I felt Derek’s arm wrap around my waist. I could not believe he actually slept over last night. Heat filled my cheeks as I pressed my body against his. It was completely crazy for me to be this excited about someone I barely knew. Hell, my best friend, Cammy was the only person in my life that knew he even existed.
A hard knock made me jump. The only person I knew that knocked that loud on my door was my mother…Terror. Instant terror spiked through my veins. “What time is it?” I asked, awkwardly fumbling for my phone.
Another set of angry knocks attacked my door.
“Paris, open the damn door!”
I froze at the sound of my mother’s voice. Dammit, I forgot it was Doughnut Wednesday.
“Who the hell is that?” Derek asked.
You’re beautiful. Please don’t talk. I said to myself, trying not to panic. “You need to go out my window right now.” I said.
“Haha, funny.” He said, rolling back over.
I ripped the blankets off and started throwing his clothing at him. “I’m not kidding, my mom is here and will kill me for having a one night stand.”
Another attack of knocks echoed through my apartment, my poor roommate.
“Paris, I’m not going out the window. You live on the third floor!”
“It will be just like rock climbing,” I said throwing my clothes on. “But different…” I slid the window open, then ran to my bedroom door. “K, it’s been great. Call me!”
“Are you crazy?!” He yelled at me as I shut the door.
Oh, you gorgeous idiot she probably heard you!
I half trip to my front door. “Hi, mom!” I yelled, opening the door.
“What the hell took you so long?” She asked, inviting herself into my apartment. “I got you maple bars!”
A crash from my bedroom made her eyes widen.
Shit.
“What was that?” my mom asked.
“Oh, I broke my blinds the other day. They probably just fell down again, I’ll fix it later.” I stood up straight, proud of my improvised lie.
My mom set the box of doughnuts on my counter. “Oh, don’t be silly. I’ll fix them for you.” Before I could think of another lie, my mom was already half way to my room.
“No, really! They’re fine!” I yelled. “Don’t go in my room, it’s disgusting!”
“Sweetie, you lived under my roof for 18 years, your room is always disgusting.”
I ran in front of my bedroom door, blocking her. “Mom, I just forgot I am actually deathly ill and you need to take me to the hospital right now.”
“Paris, stop. You know I was just kidding when I said you had syphilis; I support you, and only slightly judge you for hooking up with your ex.”
I wonder how much she would judge me for hooking up with a stranger.
My mother’s strength always surprised me. Not emotion strength, like everyone says, but actual physical strength. She pushed passed me easily and walked straight to my window. That idiot really did break my blinds.
“Paris,” My mom said. “Please tell me you know this half naked man clinging to your window.”
“I forgot it was Doughnut Wednesday.” I said, dropping my head in my hands.