Stereotypical

IV| He, Who Couldn't Be Fooled

Mood:

Stereo Hearts

-Gym Class Heroes ft. Adam Levine

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Big thanks to the people who have read and are still reading. I was honestly only expecting like five reads, so this makes me super freaking happy inside. Thanks again!

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Parker locked his front door and looked at me. "Why're you all quiet now?" He kicked out of his shoes and padded past me. 

I shrugged, hesitantly sliding out of my own shoes. His house was as blandly decorated as it was on the outside. White walls, a painting or two, and a hella lot of expensive looking furniture. I was approaching a framed picture above their fireplace when Parker caught me by the elbow. "My room, nosy."

"Sorry," I mumbled, following him upstairs. When we made it to the upstairs hall, he made a sharp right, dragging me along behind him. His room was on the far wall and had a poster, unlike the other white doors. It was black and covered the entire door. I smiled softly when I noticed the little lights that had been installed. What did it look like with them on? Parker nudged me into his room and shut the door.

Light and cool air pooled into the room from an open window. His bed was made neatly, and nothing was out of place. I wasn't entirely surprised to see posters of all sizes and shapes scattered along his walls. There was an old camera on his dresser, worn and ancient. Beside it stood a newer camera with shiny lenses and smooth exterior. Other than that, he had a desk with a chair and a computer, and a television hanging on the wall in front of his bed. It seemed as though he rarely even used the room. "Get me that laptop," Parker commanded, pointing at his dresser.

I gave him a look. "You're closer."

"And you're in my house. Get it!" He threw his bag to the side and fell onto the black comforters of his bed. I took the blue laptop and set it next to him.

"You know, it works differently in most households. When you're in someone else's house, they do everything for you." I breathed out and let my bag down gently on the floor. Silence fell over the bedroom. I spoke again. "So how are we going to start this?" Then, sarcastically, "Watch YouTube porn?"

Parker smirked and lifted his head to look at me. "That would be a naughty thing to do, Carson." As an afterthought, he added, "But you could use the practice, and you sure as hell aren't practicing on me..."

"Shut up." I went to the desk and sat gingerly on the chair. "Shouldn't we be out looking for girls instead of this?" I gestured to him with a wave of my hand.

"Yes," he answered, "we should. But I was thinking that we come up with a game plan so we can go to school and sweep people off of their feet!" As he spoke, his fingers flew over the keyboard, his eyes scanning the screen of the laptop. 

I chortled softly. "The only extra thing you'd need is virginity." I pretended not to see the warning in his eyes. "And a better attitude." He opened his mouth, but I cut him off. "No more of this 'I'm God's gift to Earth' shit. Girls want a humble and sincere boyfriend. Being a hot piece of ass is just a bonus."

His expression melted into a smile. "You think I'm a hot piece of ass?" When I didn't reply, he jumped up. "Hah! I knew I had an effect on you!"

I jumped up as well, holding my hands out. "That's not it at all. You're attractive and all, but that doesn't mean I'm actually interested." I added, "I admit that Justin Bieber isn't butt-ass ugly, but it doesn't mean I'm a fan."