Stereotypical

XIV | She, Who Couldn't Be Understood

Mood:

"Payphone"

- Maroon 5 ft Wiz Khalifa

(at this point, I think I'm just putting random songs up lol)

I flicked an imaginary spec of dust from the black suit and stepped back. "You're going out for dinner, not on your way to the cotillion." I was almost certain that Emily would show up in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I mean, they were going to Red Lobster.

"Then what do you suggest?" Parker asked accusingly.

With a wide grin, I removed the suit jacket and chucked it onto his bed. "Silly Parker," I went into his closet and took a pair of dark jeans. I cast a glance at him, noting that his shirt was white. "Er...do you like marinara sauce?"

"Uh...yeah?"

"'Kay." I took a navy blue button-up and dropped the clothes in his arms. "Change."

He glanced at the clothes, and then at me. I pointed at the closet and practically shoved him into it. "Hurry up before you're late. Again."

Chuckling, he shut the door. "I wasn't late last time."

"But you were," I objected. In five minutes, he exited the closet and struck a pose

"How do I look?"

I concealed a smile behind my hand. "You look like a beautiful idiot. Get some shoes on."

Obediently, he dove into a messy pile of shoes and came out with a pair of black high tops, shaking them in the air for approval. I shrugged. "Your room is severely unorganized, by the way."

"Well I can still find shit..."

"You can?"

He gave me an annoyed stare. "Shut up, you."

I looked at my cellphone, checking the time. "Well...you might just be late again."

Upon hearing this, he bolted around the room, tossing things around and muttering under his breath. Two spritzes of cologne, one spritz of breath freshener. Only, he got them mixed up and ended up choking. I laughed out loud, "It'll be fine. She probably won't try and land a kiss on the first date anyways."

"You hate me, don't you?"

"Just a little," I replied, keeping my features straight for a moment. When he feigned hurt, pressing a hand to his heart, I smiled. "I'm not sure how I feel about you. I'll feel pretty disappointed if you leave Emily hanging though." I tapped my bare wrist expectantly. "And don't forget to wear a jacket."

"I'm going, I'm going!" He groaned, taking a leather jacket from his bed. He stopped in front of me. "Eh..."

I blinked twice. "What?"

"Don't you have to get home?"

Ah, dammit. "You don't have time to drop me off and drive all the way to Red Lobster. Just go!"

"B—"

I ushered him down the steps and out of the front door. "I'll walk home or something. Have fun and use protection."

"Don't you dare try w—" he faltered, a pleased look on his face. "Did you just say 'use protection'?"

"I-I meant the jac..." There was no covering it up. I jabbed my finger at his car. "Leave!" 

He made it a point to laugh loudly on the way to his car. When Parker had started the engine, he rolled the window down and looked at me sternly. "I mean it, though. You stay inside."