This Is Me

Macaroni and Cheese Time!

] Parker's POV [

I laugh at Aaron when she calls herself a hypocrite. I feel better now, I mean, about the whole 'losing her to some other guy because she's pretty' thing. She pulls the pillow away from her face. Her expression is deadly serious. Oh God.

"I want more cookies," she says flatly, and I burst out laughing at the way she changed the subject almost immediately to food.
"Really?" I say, but she already has one in her mouth.

I snort, but she just shrugs it off. I grab one too, and eat it quickly. I glance at the time on her clock. 5:48. Aaron catches me looking, and asks if I want to stay for dinner.

"Okay, as long as your mom agrees, and I don't know if she will..." I trail off. Aaron shakes her head.
"She just wants her little girl back," she says, and I nod.

I stare at her for a few seconds, admiring her beauty. And it's not like she tries. She doesn't wear make-up or anything. She coughs awkwardly.
"I guess I'll go ask her now," she says, sliding off the bed, and exiting her room, leaving me here to look around.

Dark blue. Lamp right there. Clock right there. Trophies everywhere, certificates. Softball gloves. Boxing awards. Posters of softball players. Bruno Mars poster on this wall. Usher poster on that wall...

She steps back in the room. She nods.
"You can stay," she says. I smile.
"Yay," I say quietly, and shake my hands around for effect. She laughs.

"You're such a weirdo," she comments, through laughs.
"Ah, you love it," I smirk. She smiles, raising an eyebrow.
"Do I now?" she challenges.
"I doth know..." I trail off, and I feel her eyes on me.

I turn back to her, and she seems to be staring at me. As a whole. I mean, it's not like she's looking at my face, it's like she's staring at my soul. Creepy. She's more looking inside than outside. She smiles, pecking my cheek, and runs out of her bedroom.

I have no choice but to follow after her. We end up in the kitchen, and she tosses me a water bottle. I catch it, silently congratulating myself because I'm not very good at that. I mean, I'm pretty good at baseball, but catching other stuff, not so much.

She pops into her garage, and I keep on trailing after her, and close the door behind us. She grabs two gloves, throws one at me, slides the other on her hand, and grabs a softball. She tosses it up in the air, and catches it in her glove. She wriggles her eyebrows.

"Let's practice," she says, smirking like she knows some thing I don't. I frown. Uh-oh. She exits the garage, and jogs through her house, finding the back door and swinging it open dramatically. She stares into the backyard that has freshly cut grass, a net that I'm not sure what it's used for, and a swing set.

"THIS, is my backyard..." she says, holding out the last word for effect. I laugh, stepping past her and onto the grass, and she yells,"THINK FAST!" so I spin around and catch the softball which had been spiraling towards me. I grunt when it hits the middle of the glove instead of landing in the net. I toss my water bottle aside.

There's a small pain there because of the power of the ball.
"Hey..." I whine, but Aaron just chuckles.
"Next time, catch it correctly," she says, motioning to my glove hand.

I scowl.
"It's not my fault you decided to hurl a ball at me, and simply say,'think fast', so quit your talking," I say, but Aaron simply rolls her eyes. She holds her hand out, ready for the ball, I slap it on her hand, and give her a playful glare, which she returns.

I jog backwards, holding out my glove, and she throws it gently.
"Just warming up, soon enough you'll be crying like a baby 'cause I broke your hand," she explains, and I raise my eyebrows.