Stereotypical

XII| She, Who Couldn't Be Left

Mood:

"Golden"

-Travie McCoy ft. Sia

"I'm sorry for last night," I mumbled, still half asleep. Parker was in my closet, trying to find me something decent to wear before he dragged me to the mall. "I shouldn't have said that."

"Said what?"

I paused, mouth open. "I...don't remember. But I'm sorry for saying it."

He chuckled, tossing something over my head. "Apology accepted, now get up."

"Three more minutes," I whined, waving my hand dismissively. "No, ten." I put a pillow over my head and curled up under my blankets. They were suddenly snatched away from me and I gripped the pillow for dear life. "No."

Parker grunted, jumping onto my bed. "Carson, you're getting up, you're getting dressed, and you're coming to the mall with me."

"No I'm not!" I yelled lazily.

He finally ripped the pillow from my hands and flung it across the room. "Carson."

I put my arm over my eyes. "Parker."

"Carson."

"Parker."

He exhaled loudly, sliding his arms under me. I tried to roll away, but he pulled me into him and lifted. My eyes flew open. "Okay-okay, I'm up!" 

Parker smiled. "I like carrying you. You're like a little baby."

Realizing how far I was from the ground, I curled my shoulders in and allowed him to carry me into my bathroom. I did not want to be dropped. When Parker had set me down, He put a folded outfit in my arms, beamed, and shut the door after himself. I pulled the jeans on, put my feet into the high heel ankle boots, and eventually zipped the shirt up. I rolled my eyes at the jewelry he'd chosen—I looked like I was going to an expensive Italian restaurant instead of the mall. Nonetheless, I put the bracelet and necklace on.

"Is this your date or mine?" I asked, opening the door. 

Parker jumped up from my bed and gave me a one-over. His smile widened a little. "Its not a date, its a day out. And I want you to look like a goddess."

I raised my eyebrows, pulling the shirt down a little in the back. "Isn't it a little cold for this kind of top?" With the way the blouse was designed, putting a jacket over it would butcher the outfit. And I wasn't so sure I was comfortable baring my arms to the world.

He looked thoughtful for a fraction of a second. "Just put a jacket over it."

"No."

"J—" he sighed. "Wear a long sleeve shirt under it or something!"

"Are you immune to weather? No? Well neither am I so don't act all annoyed." I crossed my arms. "What time are you meeting her?"

Parker walked beside me. "In, like, half an hour."

My eyes widened as I took a jacket from the closet. "No way. Why were you wasting your time on me?" The mall was twenty-five minutes away. I hopped down the steps, shaking my head. I threw the front door open and tried not to gasp as chilly air assaulted me. "Y-You know, I can just stay home..." I tried, but Parker snatched my hand and dragged me outside. 

"I don't wanna do this alone," he admitted. "So, if I screw up, I can fall back on you."

I rolled my eyes, sliding my hand away and trotting to his Bat Mobile. "That's so wrong..."