Small Town Boy

Chapter 19

It was Thursday night, the day before our second last football game. Mom and Dad had left for a conference in Denver leaving Parker and I to, yet again, fend for ourselves. After football practice in the morning, as it usually was on Thursdays, the night was free. For me, at least. Parker was spending every moment he wasn't at practice or working out hunched over his books. While it seemed as though he would be going to Wisconsin to play football, he'd already told me that it wasn't his future. 

I, of course, was bored. I could have called Ben, but we'd hung out last night and I knew he had a project due on Friday. Instead, I called Wyatt. It'd been a while since we'd actually seen each other, but now Mom and Dad were away, there was a chance. 

"Hey, what's up? Is everything alright?" He answered the phone. 

"Nothing's up, can a man not call his boyfriend?" He responded. 

"I mean, you can, you usually prefer to message me though." He said. 

"Well if you want me to call more often, I will." I declared. 

"Sure. You do that." He teased before continuing. "So if nothing is wrong, why did you call?"

"I'm bored," I told him. 

"Hi Bored!" He mocked, his laughter following. 

"Shut up." I groaned. "You are not as funny as you think you are." 

"Wow. That's mean." He pouted.

"Get over it," I said dismissively. 

"So, you're bored. What do you want me to do about it?" He asked. 

"I don't know, if I knew, I would have told you," I replied. 

"Sometimes, you are the most annoying person in the world." He sighed. 

"You still like me though." I reminded him. 

"Somehow." He chuckled. 

"What are you doing tonight?" I asked. 

"Uhhh." He paused. "Not much, I think. I don't have practice, and I've already done the homework that is due tomorrow."

"Do you want to come over?" I asked. 

"Sure, why not." He responded. 

"Should I ask to be dropped over, or is your bother going to pick me up?" He asked. 

"Give me a minute," I told him before I dashed into Parker's room. Parker was at his desk, an exercise book over on one side of the desk and a textbook open on the other. He didn't notice me as I entered; he only turned around once I was right behind him, jumping slightly with surprise. 

"What?" He asked. 

"Are you busy?" I responded. 

"Does it look like I'm busy?" He asked rhetorically. 

"Yes?" I answered, unsure. 

"Well, then there's your answer." He sighed, placing his pencil on his desk. "What do want?" 

"Can Wyatt come over?" I asked, giving him a pleading look. 

"How's he gonna get here?" He asked. 

"You see," I explained. "That's where I might need a bit of help." 

"Are you asking me to drive you over to his house, and then drive you back here, and then drop him back later tonight?" He enquired. 

"Kind of?" I answered. "I mean he said he could ask his parents, but he doesn't think they're going to want to do it."