Stereotypical

VIII| He, Who Couldn't Be Left Alone

Mood:

"I Don't Know"

-suggestions would be nice

On Tuesday, I took a free day.

I turned my phone on silent, tossed it across the room, and curled up under my comforter and sheets. A strip of sunlight peaked through my curtains and landed directly on my eyes. Grumbling under my breath, I rolled over and shoved my head under a mountain of pillows. I came in and out of consciousness at random—three of those times, the house phone downstairs had been ringing.

It had to have been the school.

For a split second, fear possessed me. Then, remembering that there wasn't anybody to punish me, I fell back into the warm pocket of air in my sheets and dozed off again. The next time I awoke, it was because of a voice.

A hand gripping my shoulder shook a little. "Hey," someone whispered, "wake up."

I dug myself deeper into my bed. "Jackson?" He was the only one besides me with a key to our house. Anybody else had to have slipped through the chimney.

There was a pause. "No. Not Jackson."

Not Jackson. I peeked up and gasped, jumping back with a start. When I recovered, I rubbed my eyes. "Dammit! Don't do that."

Parker smiled faintly. "Sorry."

"Why are you in my house?" I demanded. "How did you get in my house?"

"You left the backdoor unlocked."

I frowned. "I could've sworn...whatever. Why are you here?" I sat up, pulling the sheets with me. I wasn't going to let him see me in a tank-top and shorts. "Is school over?"

Parker nodded, standing. "Yeah. I just wanted to make sure you're okay."

"Well," I sighed, "I'm fine. Just decided to sleep in."

"Sleep in all day?"

"All day long." I put a hand over my mouth as I yawned. "Why didn't you ask before you decided to pop up?" We were friends, but we weren't that close yet. I made a mental note to always lock my windows.

He circled around my bed to the window and looked out. "I called like, ten-thousand times. You didn't pick up."

Oh. Whoops. "My bad," I mumbled. "I thought it was the school."

"Why wouldn't you answer from the school?"

I snorted. "Cause they'll wanna talk to my parents." And unless we had an Ouija board or a psychic, that wouldn't be happening. And Jackson was technically my legal guardian, but he wasn't even in the country. 

Parker turned and sat on the windowsill with a playful grin. "Smart girl."

I sniffed, bringing my knees up to my chest under the comforter. "Wouldn't you rather be playing video games, or smashing?"

"Hah. No, I wouldn't rather be playing video games or smashing. Because I've been doing that for three years almost and it gets pretty freaking boring."

"So you'd rather talk to the ugly ho who skips school?" I inquired teasingly.

"I would." Parker leaned back against the window. "So you've been sleeping all day. No food?"

I thought about it. "I drank some juice."

He began laughing suddenly. I asked why, and he wiped his nose. "You're totally obsessed with orange juice. Don't you drink anything else?"