This Is Me

The Sit-up Contest Reveals My Secret

Aaron grabs my wrist and pulls me along with her after she agrees to let me meet her parents.

"By the way, you should know that you'll only see a mom today," she mutters. I blink. Oh.
"You're dad..." I try to get her to explain.
"Left my mom and I right after I was born, he didn't even want to see me," she growls.
"Sor-"
"Don't apologize, please."

Her voice is softer now. I can see tears in her eyes. "Aaron?" I let my hand fall from, her grasp.
"Are you okay?" I ask gently. She bites her lip. That makes me want to kiss her. I settle for a hug instead.

She wraps her arms around me just under my arms. She's THAT short. She pulls away, smiling.
"Thanks," she whispers. I nod my head and put one arm around her waist as we walk to her house. We arrive at a one story building and I stop short.

Okay, you're just going to meet her mom, you're okay. You're okay. You're okay. Not okay.

] Aaron's POV [

After running from Parker, having him catch up with me, talk to him about my dad, then hug him, and thank him, I'm pretty sure he's a good guy. I mean, he scared me when he kissed me, but now I know he gets it.

He stops in front of my house, seeming to have a mini- heart attack. His eyes are wild with fear as he looks at my front door. I'm about to ask him what's wrong, but he recovers quickly by shaking his head.

I turn the door knob, and open the door. I walk into my house, and my mom is singing at the top of her lungs. I sigh.
"Mom! CHANNING TATUM IS HERE!!!" I shout at her. I hear her gasp really loudly. She runs to where we are, and I roll my eyes at how gullible she is.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Aaron! Did I embarrass you?" she says, her eyes wide.
"No mom, in fact you made me the proudest daughter ever," I say sarcastically.
"Oh, good."
"Note the sarcasm, mom," I have to explain this kind of stuff, ugh.

Parker realizes where his hands are, and he immediately let's go of my waist. We shuffle apart from each other. Mom mouths the word, oh, and introduces herself..

"My name is Ally, I'm Aaron's mom, obviously. Aren't you a handsome young man?" she starts to walk towards him, but I step in her way before she can use her baby voice and start pinching his cheeks.
"Mom, DON'T. YOU. DARE." I shoot her a warning look, and she understands, walking away from us with her hands up.

"Protective, aren't we?" Parker smirks.
"Ehhhhhhhh..." I try to deny it, but it's true. He smiles at me, and I drag him into my room. It's a dark shade of blue. It makes everything that isn't dark pop out.

I like the way things stand out in my room. I lay down on my bed, running my hands down my face. I make that weird horse sound, blowing out through my lips. Parker stares at my actions, and I decide I better lay down on the floor.

I roll over, and land on my hands, my hips still on the bed, and my feet sticking up in the air. I flip over, landing on my knees, then I fall face first onto the floor, resting my forehead on the carpet.

Parker lays down next to me, his hands joined behind his head, but he's laying down with his back to the floor. I hit I my head several times on the floor, and Parker stares at me the entire time.

"What the heck are you doing?" he ask finally.
"Trying not to die of boredom."
"Sit-up contest?" he suggests. I roll over onto my back, ready.

He smiles at me, and then,"GO!" I immediately pull myself up, feeling my core tighten. We count together, before Parker goes down and doesn't come back up. He stops at 68, and I beat him with 92.

"I crushed you!" I shout. I drop back down to the floor, panting. I lift my tank top up a little, so that the cool air presses against my bare skin. I catch Parker looking at my abs.

"You beat me," he says in shock.
"Yeah."
"You have abs," he admires. I pull my tank top down really fast, he's not supposed to see that.

I frown at my ignorance. I cover my face with my hands. I look at him and he's not mad or disappointed that I don't have just a flat stomach. He...likes it?

"No! I think you're better that way. I like girls like you. A lot," he winks at me. I exhale loudly. Um, that's called sigh. Duh. Anyway, I rest my forehead on his chest, and kiss him. He smiles and kisses me back.

"I thought-" he starts, but I cut him off.
"My mom's here," I raise both eyebrows at him. He snorts.
"I wasn't going to!" he protests. I smile and hug him.

I didn't hug him for any certain reason. I just like to be inside of a ball of warmth, which is what he is. He folds his legs Indian-style. I sit in the space in his legs, cuddling, and pressing into him. He wraps his arms around me, and rests his head on mine.

This feels good. I like it. I've never felt this way, but I freaking love it. He cups my face in his hands, and kisses me over and over until I can't breathe. Then, my mother, being the privacy-invading person she is, opens my door.

"Aaron- oh my god! I'm so sorry!" she blabs. I smile against Parker and dismiss her with a wave of my hand. She closes the door, mumbling to herself about how grown-up I am. Yep, that's right, mom.

Resting my hands on the back of Parker's neck, I shove him against the wall, slowly lifting my legs out of his entanglement of his legs. Now I'm leaning on him, sitting on his lap, facing him. He grabs my hips, but I don't care anymore.

My body is moving up and down with my breaths, and that means that every few seconds, Parker's hands are on my butt. The other seconds, they're on my hips, but STILL. My butt.

I think we've been kissing for a couple of minutes before I have to stop to catch my breath. Leaning back, onto the floor, I slide out of Parker's grasp. He isn't too happy about it, but let's me go.

"I didn't know you had that in ya', Soldier Grand," he says.
"Right back at you," I reply, and he snorts.
"Well I did."
"Uh huh," I mutter.

"I'm hungry," I say quietly.
"For what?" he asks politely.
"You." I smirk, and he crawls on top of me.

"Hold on, let me catch my breath," I protest.
"Oh, don't worry, I'll make it easy for you," he smiles, and lays down on top of me.
"Sarcasm," I squeak. He is so heavy. I tell him that, but quietly because I can barely talk.
"Mhm," he dismisses, lifting himself up, and I gasp for air. Then he plops back down again.

I grunt, but I can breathe better now. Wait, he doesn't know that. He probably thinks I'm still having a hard time. Yes. A plan has been conceived.

"Ow, Parker, you're hurting me," I whisper, trying to make my voice sound in pain.

] Parker's POV [

"Ow, Parker you're hurting me," Aaron whispers, and I immediately get off of her. I didn't mean to hurt her. I turn my body to look at her. She has her hands in front of her face, covering her eyes, and I assume she is crying.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to-" I start apologizing. She cuts me off by flipping me over and straddling her legs on either side of me.

"Sucka," she taunts. She moves up slightly, and then plops down on my stomach, knocking the wind out of me.
"Would you believe me if I said this hurts?" I groan.
"Yep."
"So you'll get off of me?"
"Nope."

I sigh, and she leans down to kiss me. I flip her over, so that I'm still in control. Until she flips backwards, taking me with her.
"Jesus! You're strong!" I exclaim.

"I know."