Stereotypical

V| He, Who Couldn't Resist Rain

Mood:

"Don't Want An Ending"

-Sam Tsui

I slid my hand out of Parker's and bowed my head as water cascaded down. It felt like an endless bucket of water was tipping over above me.  My hair, which had been tied in a knot (per usual) was heavy with water, and my clothes hung off of me. I scanned his backyard, finding a tree in the far right corner, a small shed in the back left corner, and a pool installed in the center of everything.

"You have a pool," I chuckled. "Shall we swim as well?"

Parker stopped his twirling (ever see a guy twirl in the rain? You'll love it) and snapped his fingers in my direction. "Fucking genius!" Without a second's hesitation, he peeled his soggy shirt off and tossed it to the side.

"What are you doing?" I exclaimed, stepping back. "Its raining already!"

"Which makes swimming all the better," he countered, unbuttoning his pants.

I turned my head to the side. "Couldn't you just go inside and get a pair of trunks then?"

"What would be the point in that?" Parker scrunched his nose at me and kicked his jeans next to the abandoned t-shirt. "Come on." he encouraged. "Get rid of that jacket and jump in!"

I shook my head. I stepped back again, only to step on a stray pebble. Hissing softly, I rubbed the heel of my foot and looked at Parker. "You have fun though. I'll just...chill."

He approached me. "What better way to chill than to submerge!"

I snorted, holding my hands up in defense. "You use big words like submerge? I'm proud." My moment of safety was over when he stooped over and snatched my waist. I clenched my jaw to keep from squealing when he lifted me over his shoulder. "I'm too heavy!"

"Too heavy?" He carried me with nothing but a grunt to the side of the pool. "You weigh less than half the girls who make me do this."

"So you like kinky girls?" I teased. "Should put that on your profile, Mr. Chains and Whips." High-five, me.

He didn't reply for a moment. Then, with a loud, melodramatic sigh, he spun around so that his back was to the pool. "I will launch you into the water," he warned. I stared down at the water and felt my heart hammering in my chest. Can't swim. Can not swim.

"I, uh, actually can't—"

"Can't what? Cause I can't hear your apology." Parker called teasingly.

"I am so not sorry for that one," I countered. As he began to tip backwards, I tried to wriggle out of his grip. "But I can't swim so please don't!"

Parker stopped. Turned so that my back was to the pool. "You can't swim?"

"No..."

He lowered me halfway so that he could look me in the eyes. His look was serious, for once. "You wanna know what my father did to help me learn?"

"Floaties?" I asked hopefully.

He shook his head. "Nope. My old man took me by the waist like this," he gripped my waist tightly, "and told me to believe."

And with that, Parker-fucking-Winston jumped, taking us both into the water. I'd never clutched so tight to someone who wasn't family. Only seconds after we went under, he had kicked us back to the surface. "I wish you'd trust me, Carson." he said.

I shook my head, still recovering from the sudden shock. The water was cool—the perfect temperature for swimming. If I could swim... I was too shaken to even muster up a glare. But I noticed how close we were and pushed away slightly, keeping a grip on his shoulders.