Stereotypical

X| He, Who Couldn't See Through It

Mood:

"Fire n Gold"

-Bea Miller

"Her name is Emily," Parker shoved his cellphone in my face. 

I studied her profile picture and tilted my head. It was a cute little animated panda bear. Beneath it, was her name, Emily, and her age. I snorted, "Aw, she's older than you." She was sixteen, whereas Parker and I were fifteen. "I bet she has a license too."

"Unlike a certain someone," Parker shot me an accusing look.

I waved my hand dismissively, "I can have a learners permit and maybe an intermediate license now, but that's it." I paused. "How are you driving your car around anyways?" According to state law, he was too young for a license. Unless he got his license from North Dakota (which I seriously doubted). 

He smiled sheepishly. "My dad. I wouldn't have had any other ride."

I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth. Money was a bitch. "Sigh. Okay, tell me she lives here."

"She does!" he cheered. "And only two miles away."

Damn that's close, I thought. "Have you talked to her?"

"Yes," he squeaked, his shoulders curling up in excitement.

I couldn't help but chuckle. It was fun seeing Parker this excited about something—anything that wasn't meaningless sex or drugs (which he probably didn't do). I was going to mention that they would have to talk more when he jumped up.

"We're meeting at the mall on Saturday."

"Parker, what the hell?" I threw my hands up. "How long have you known this girl?"

His eyebrows pulled together. "Huh?"

"You can't meet with a girl you've only just met!"

"We didn't just meet," he said. I gave him my 'try me' look, and he rolled his eyes up. "You are such a mother."

"Don't get me started," I warned him. "You haven't even known this for more than a week and now you're setting yourself up with her. What if she's a child molester?"

He groaned loudly. "Jesus Christ, Carson. Just come with me then!" Parker cocked an eyebrow at me. "But this is where you say 'no, I'm not gonna go'. Then I beg, and you negotiate, and nothing ever happens."

I laughed, "So how long have we known each other again?" It felt like forever, but I reminded myself that it hadn't even really been that long since we teamed up. Hell—if I took my own advice, I wouldn't be in his house in the first place.

Parker fell onto the couch crossed his legs. "See? I know you better than you know yourself."

"You know little to nothing about me, Parker. And I don't plan on letting you know that much."

He smirked. "We'll see, Carson. I think you have a soft spot for me."

"We'll see, Parker." I kicked my leg out and stood. "Whelp, I've gotta go. You can go back to napping in your Superman undies."

"Superman is the shit." he said, standing beside me.

I shrugged with a small grin. "I like Joker better than all of your caped superheroes." In my opinion, he had more personality. I slung my bag over my shoulder and opened the front door. The once warm air was growing cool. "I'll talk to you tomorrow or something...maybe."