Basketball is Not Life

Chapter Forty-Two

The following week when I was at the house, Larry looked at me and said, "why did you even move out? You are here all the time anyway."

I rolled my eyes at him; I could see Parker was waiting to see what my answer would be. "I just needed to."

Parker shooted him a look to say, "chill out, dude." But I was ok with Larry. I knew that I seemed weird, but if anything, it had made Parker and I more secure in our relationship. Summer was quickly approaching, and we had yet to discuss what we would be doing.

"You're going home, aren't you?" Parker asked me.

"That would be the plan," I said, "that is where I live."

He groaned. "Just live with me."

"What are you saying?" I asked him slowly.

"Just move back in with me next year. You can stay here all summer."

I smiled at him. "How long have you been thinking about this?"

"Hmmm," he said, giving me a look. "Only since you moved out." He looked at me with a smile that I love so much. He whined, "it is just so much better when you are here."

"It is? Isn't it?"

He kissed my lips. "Just think about it."

I was thinking about what my parents would say. I had two more years to finish out and did not want to be put in a situation where Parker and I broke up, and then I was houseless in the middle of the year. My mother said she was good with whatever I thought was right. She was not going to interfere with my happiness, she said.

The next day I woke up next to him, and he kissed me. "Or we could just get married." His eyes sparkled when he said this.

I laughed and then stopped when he didn't say anything.

"I'm all in Ringer."

I groaned. "Oh my gosh. I'll move in, but seriously, stop talking about marriage. We are too young for that."

He laughed. "About damn time you decide to move in."

"You just asked me yesterday!" I yell back at him.

He smiled at me before he got out of bed. 

I was going to totally regret this decision.