Falling for You | BOOK #3 OF ITS YOU TRILOGY

3. wingwoman

"You want me to be your wingwoman?"
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Parker

Stranger Things is playing on the TV, and I just hear drugged up Robin and Steve in the background as I continue washing the dishes. No one else is home, my Ma and mom are at the store, it's just me.

Sometimes, I feel like books, shows, and movies understand me more than people. The characters that I call comfort, I relate more than anyone else in the world. I guess that's why I like being alone most of the time. I have time for myself, I get to think, and I get to just not worry about anyone.

I turn off the faucet and I grab the sponge to scrub the plates in my hand. I laugh to myself, remembering when my brother used to splash the soap on me whenever I would wait for him to wash the dishes.

A sound of a knock on my door is made and I drop the dishes down to run to the door. I pull it open to see Blake standing in front of me, hands in his hoodie and his messy hair in his eyes.

"Oh, Blake," I say in surprise. He looks around behind me then down at me. I get a rush of chills on my arms from the breeze in my t-shirt and shorts so I step aside to let him in.

"Just you here?" he asks, stepping into the kitchen. He sits down on the stool by our island and I continue washing the dishes.

"Ma and my mom went out," I say, trying to fit all the dishes on one side of the sink instead of colliding with the other dirty dishes.

He nods, taking a look around. His eyes stop on the TV, a small smile settles on his lips. "Still on season 3?"

I shake my head, rolling my eyes even though he can't see. I see him walk to the fridge, grabbing a water bottle to drink.

"Have you found a job yet?" he asks out of the blue and I shake my head with a sigh.

"Unfortunately no, I might ask Melly if I can help out." I reply. Jobs lately have been rough around our town. Most don't need people hired and plus, they just don't think I'm right for the job because of what they heard from my family. He nods, and the silence continues.

"So," I begin, "How do you feel about prom starting?" changing the subject.

He shrugs his shoulders slightly, "Finding a date is the hardest part." he chuckles. He stands right next to me, his hip leaning against the counter, one arm on the countertop, facing me.

"Oh, please. Girls are out there waiting for you to ask them." I snort. He crosses his arms.

"But those girls only want me for one thing, nothing more."

"Oh, I don't know Blake. There are some pretty decent girls out there." I say. It is true. He has girls falling for him left and right but most use him for his popularity or body.

He shakes his head in disagreement. Then, his eyes light up with the greatest idea in his mind. Whatever it is, it's probably going to be stupid.

"Wait a minute," he says to himself quietly. I turn off the sink, taking off the gloves now turned to face him.

He steps closer to me, eyes with a teasing glint. "How about you find me a date?" I choke on spit and I take his water bottle for a sip. He pats my back as I cough.