Anxious

It was Saturday evening and Callie was still on the phone with Ximena. They were talking about anything and everything. She was surprised that Mariana hadn't woken up yet, but she had had a busy day and was sleeping like a log.

"So, are you available Sunday?" The Latina asked, "We could hang out at my place, if you want."

"Yeah, yeah that'd be awesome. I'd just need to ask my Moms."

Making a route to the kitchen, Stef paused in front of the doorway, staring at her daughter. She was smiling wide and her face was red. The blonde smiled and walked inside thr room, "Hey, Cal." She whispered, gently touching the girl's shoulder.

"Hold on X, I gotta hang up for a second. I'll call you in a sec?" Then she ended the call and turned to her Mother, "What's up?"

"It's two in the morning."

"Is it?" Callie unlocked her phone's lock screen and frowned, "Oh, it is. I'm sorry, was I too loud?"

"No, not at all." Stef assured, "Who were you talking too?"

"Ximena."

"Really? You've been talking to her a lot lately. How come I've never met this girl?"

"Because I've always been just meeting her places. Why, should I not hang out with her anymore? Is there a problem?"

"No, I just want to meet my daughter's new girlfriend."

"Girlfriend? No, she's just a crush." She admitted, "No big deal."

The blonde nodded, "You really like her though, huh?"

"Yeah, I do."

"I'd still like to meet her though."

Callie nodded, "I'm going to her house tomorrow. I could ask her to pick me up."

Stef nodded again, "That works. Now, you can call your friend and say goodnight but then it's off to bed, yes?"

"Yes."

Smiling, the police officer kissed her daughter goodnight then left the room. The brunette dialed her friend's number and told her that her Moms wanted to meet her, then said goodnight.

Ximena arrived at Callie's house at exactly one-thirty in the afternoon the next day. Opening the door for the Latina, the brunette quickly hugged her friend before leading her inside.

"Um, Moms?" The 17-year-old called, "Ximena's here."

Both women walked into the living room and smiled at the Latina. Lena walked forward and shook the girl's hand, "I'm Lena and this is my wife Stef. I have to tell you it is so nice to finally meet our daughter's new girlfriend."

Eyes widening in horror, Callie shook her head 'no'. Oblivious, the biracial woman continued, "She has said so many wonderful things about you over the last few weeks. I am speaking for both me and my wife, I would just like to say that you see an excellent young lady. Now, just remember to treat her well. Her last relationships with guys haven't ended so well. But I must say it's great to see her dating again."

"Mama!" Callie finally shouted, "She's not my girlfriend!"

Blushing red, the brunette stomped out of her house and onto the front lawn, Ximena on her tail. Seeing the brunette, the Latina sat down next to the girl.

"I'm sorry." The brunette said, "That must've been pretty embarrassing, huh?"

"No, not really. I mean, we have been talking a lot so I don't blame your Moms for thinking we're together."

"So... you aren't like, scarred for life because of all that shit Lena said?"

"Girl, please." Ximena said, grabbing the brunette's hand, "And to be honest, I have been into you ever since we met."

"Really?" Callie said, shocked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't think you were into girls." She paused, "So... will you go out with me?"

"Yeah. I mean yes, absolutely. I'd love to."

"Great, c'mon." The Latina grabbed the brunette's hand and led her to the car, the two of them laughing as they sang along to the music.

They arrived at Ximena's house just a few minutes later. She led the brunette into her bedroom and pulled her onto the bed. Grabbing the remote, she turned on a movie that Callie wasn't familiar with.

As the opening credits began to roll, the brunette snuggled closer to the Latina. The older girl wrapped her arms around Callie's waist and pulled her even closer (if that was even possible). The brunette leaned her head into the crook of Ximena's neck, smiling wide at the girl she liked so much.

"What?" The Latina asked, pulling away.

Callie just bit her lip, not stopping the smile on her face.

"What?"

"Nothing." She said, squeezing the Latina's hand and leaning on her shoulder once again. Raising her eyebrows, Ximena shoved the girl off her, "Tell me girl, what?"

"It's nothing, I just haven't been in a relationship in a while. I kind of forgot what it felt like."

"And what does it feel like?"

"Awesome." She bit her lip, "This is a relationship, right?"

The Latina smiled, leaned in and kissed the girl.

"That's a yes, I hope?" Callie asked, smiling wider now (if that was even possible). Ximena nodded and allowed the girl to snuggle back into her arms again.

"So, tell me about your past relationships? Were they all girls?"

"No, my first relationship was with a guy. We just weren't clicking and when I realized it was because I was gay, it explained a lot."

"So how 'bout your girlfriends? What were they like?"

"I only had three girlfriends. They all turned out to be total asses, by the way. The first one- Taylor, I found out she was only dating me on a dare from her friends. I was into her, but she wasn't into me."

"Wow, what a bitch."

"Yeah. The second one, Bailey, was sweet at first. But then like, a week later she became super needy and would guilt trip me out of doing my homework. Y'know, the stuff I should be focused on." The brunette paused, "And the third one...that was the worst. Her name was Hayley. We dated for a year and a half. Things were getting serious and I thought I was in love with her. She told me she loved me back, which was utter bullshit by the way since I caught her cheating on me with Bailey."

Ximena grabbed the brunette's hand, kissing her lightly on the forehead. Callie smiled, "Why are you asking me these questions anyway? Are you jealous?"

"Not jealous, just curious."

"Yeah, because you're jealous."

"I am not."

"Yes, you are!"

Fed up, Ximena jumped on top of Callie and kissed her. Over and over and over.

"The movie's nearly over." The brunette observed, pushing the latina off herself and watching quietly.

"Just so you know? I'm not like any of those loser exes you've dated. I really, really like you Cal."

"Yeah. I really, really like you too."

The Latina exposed all her pearly whites and kissed Callie lightly on her cheek, pulling her close. The brunette rested her head against Ximena's side, hands wrapped around the Latina's waist.

She was nervous about this relationship, true. Though it was also true that she really liked this girl.

All she had to do now was hope this relationship wouldn't blow up like the others did.