Coffee Shop | Elizabeth Olsen

30: Upset

"Hi." I greeted her. "Hi, thank you for having us over again." She said as she came in. I took her coat and purse putting them away for her before leading her through to the lounge. "Cassie and Lizzie are just getting ready," I say sitting down in the corner. "Okay." Mum looked around like she did the other night taking it all in. "So there's this science summer programme thing running at Stanford, it's a two-week programme and Cassie's teacher suggested us signing her up to it." "Sounds good." "Yeah, it's $3500." "We can't afford it." "I could talk to Jr, see if between us we could figure it out," I suggest. "I have some savings." "They're your savings." "This programme could really help her get into a good school." "You got into a good school without the private education and extra programmes." "And I lasted three weeks." "That wasn't on you." "I left," I say bluntly. "I did it, it was on me." "I'm not having this argument with you." "Then don't." I shrug. 

"Can I get you a drink?" I asked her changing the subject. "A soda water please." I nodded and stood up passing Lizzie on the way through the hall. I could tell mum was already in a bad mood and so was Cassie so maybe tonight wasn't the best time to tell them about Lizzie and me. I should have told them Tuesday night at dinner, they were both happy then. "We can cancel." "I don't want to." She forced a smile. "You're upset," I observe. Her arms wrap around my waist. "That parties tomorrow, have you picked out what you're wearing." I rolled my eyes at her lame way to change the subject. "Nothing." "Now that's something I'd like to see." She whispered against my lips and I leant in kissing her. "I'm borrowing a dress." "Oh you are, are you?" "Yes, please and thank you," I say peppering her face with kisses. 

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We were sat at the dinner table eating in silence the only thing filling the air is our appreciative moans over the food. Lizzie was an amazing cook, everything she made me reminded me how much I love food. I had one hand rested on Lizzie's leg holding one of her hands. I wanted to comfort her knowing she was upset. Plus I was kind of nervous and I needed the comfort myself.

Mum and Cassie came over for dinner Tuesday and I chickened out on telling them about Lizzie and me. I got all worked up and in my head about it. And I'm doing it again, I mean Cassie clearly isn't happy with Liz and me being friends never mind more than that. I didn't want her to explode on Lizzie because then I have to pick a side and I hate picking a side. Liz is my girlfriend but Cassie is my sister and it's a difficult situation. But Lizzie deserves me to tell them about us, they're my family. The worse that's going to happen is they'll be surprised I'm with a celebrity. Because it's the complete opposite to me. Her life is so public and I'm not. I mean I'm getting all worked up over telling my mum I have a girlfriend that's how private I am. 

"I went to see dad on Monday," I say randomly. Mum coughed and looked up at me. "You did?" "Cleaned it up a little." "That's nice, sweetie." I nodded and spooned rice into my mouth, Lizzie squeezed my hand gently supporting me. Mum was waiting for me to keep talking. "Lizzie came with me." I highlighted and Cassie scoffed. I looked over at her concerned. This is going to be awful. "Really?" Mum was shocked. I nodded. "We spoke a little." "What did you speak to him about? Did you tell him about the clothing brand you're photographing? He'd be proud of that." "I didn't actually, it completely slipped my mind." I frown and pout, I should go talk to him about that. "I told him about a girl I'm seeing, dating... I told him about my girlfriend." I say deciding on the right words and putting my fork down. "I told him about my girlfriend," I repeated more clear and confident. "Girlfriend?" Cassie questioned. She had already put the pieces together. "That's nice sweetie, what's her name." "Mum?" "Yes." 

We made eyecontact. "I'm in a relationship with Lizzie. Lizzie and I are together." She raised her eyebrows and looked between us. I gazed at Lizzie and she was chewing her inner cheek. It felt like forever before mum spoke. "Don't hurt her." She warned. "I won't," Lizzie said. "I'm talking to my daughter." She says to Lizzie. "I wouldn't." "You have the tendency to just leave."