Stereotypical

VI| He, Who Couldn't Go Back

Mood:

"I Don't Wanna Be"

-Gavin DeGraw

Monday came faster than I would have liked. 

Sunday had gone by without anything interesting happening other than a Skype call from Jackson and a text from Parker. It was a screenshot of a girl who'd tried talking to him with a caption beneath it. I'd laughed at it for hours, giggling uncontrollably every time I pulled it up or thought about it. Otherwise, I was lazing around on my bed, eating unhealthy snacks and drinking a bottle of Coca-Cola.

I woke up early on Monday morning to the sound of my phone ringing. I ignored whoever it was, shoving the device under my pillow and rolling away. Three calls later, I sat up and blindly pressed the answer button. I held it to my ear and croaked a soft 'hello'.

"Oh finally," groaned a familiar voice. "I'm on my way to pick you up—are you ready?"

"Ready?" I pulled the phone away and squinted at the time. It was five-thirty. "School doesn't start until seven," I grumbled. "You've forgotten how to read clocks."

"Well do you want to wait in that long ass line at Chick-fil-A? Let's go early."

Chick-fil-A? I pursed my lips. "Can't we just eat breakfast at school?"

"You mean the burnt toast and frozen sausage links?"

I snorted softly, pulling my covers to the side. "You argue a hard point."

"That's what she said."

I cocked an eyebrow, feeling around the dark for my lamp. I flicked it on, "You sure about that?" He chuckled, and I took that moment to go to my closet and turn the lights on inside. "Is it cold?" I asked, running my fingers over the jackets I'd found and hung up. It was close to December, but the weather stayed warm. Though it was raining a lot—we'd be getting frozen rain soon enough when the cold fronts finally hit.

"Its kinda warm," Parker answered. "Its wet too."

"And that is what he said," I chirped, sliding a pair of sweats from its hanger. Parker lost it on the other side and I blushed. "Its really not that funny..." Or clever, for that matter. I kicked out of my pajama pants and allowed a grin to pull at the corners of my lips. "Geez."

Parker calmed down a bit and sighed. "You should wear a dress today."

"I'm good," I said, turning to my dress section. When I wore dresses, I had to get matching shoes, leggings, and a jacket to go with it.

"Literally, joggers are all you ever wear. You don't even wear jeans! Wear a dress this once? And heels with it."

"I'm wearing flats." I deadpanned, pulling at the fabric of an old floral pattern dress.

"Can they be cute flats?"

"Boots." I chirped.

He began whining. "But Carson..."

I paused. "Why do you want me to dress up?" It was just a regular Monday as far as I knew. I clicked my tongue, annoyed with the first possibility. "You signed me up for something?"

"She was so annoying," Parker said quickly. "And I told her I had a girlfriend. I didn't say that the girlfriend was you, but then she asked for pictures and I told her that I'd have some by today."

I raised my eyebrows. "You can't just avoid her forever?"

"Its my cousin, Carson. She lives, like, right down the street, so no! I can't just avoid her forever."