Stereotypical

XVI || She, Who Couldn't Prevent The Worst

AUTHOR'S NOTE: WARNING - this chapter is a hot sizzling mess. It is nothing like my other chapters, because its broken up in sections. The points in between are periods in which Carson had been sleeping. After like, five days of nonstop writing, deleting, writing, deleting again, and writing some more, I think I'm actually satisfied. I hope you are too, because its midnight now and I've spent at least an hour and a half on-and-off writing this part.

And you've probably noticed how I deleted like three chapters, so the car ride is gone. Sorry about that one too.

This chapter is not so long either. Sorry. Again.

And thank you so much for a thousand reads! You didn't see it, but I did a happy dance and it was embarrassing. 

When someone climbs into your bed, you scream. Bash them in the head with the closest thing you can get. I caught the familiar scent of cologne and made room, rolling over onto my side. "You should get home," I whispered, too tired to speak any louder. It wasn't too far into the night; just going on midnight.

He cleared his throat in response. "But they're home."

I cracked my eyes open. "Your parents? Oh no," the sarcasm wasn't too strong, but he caught on and pinched my belly. I smiled. "How'd you get in this time?"

"You should hide your spare key better," he replied.

"What? Nobody would ever find it."

His eyebrow shot up. "You hid it in the rose pot. Typical-Toby strikes again and takes the whole ship down with her horrible tactics."

"Parker?"

"Yeah, shortcake?"

"Shut up."

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He was eating chips.

In my bed.

I smacked him, which only resulted in the bag in his hands tipping over and landing in the center of my sheets. He laughed, taking a handful of the mess and tossing it at me. I was irritated, and smashed a few against his forehead. I felt slightly better after that, and grinned. He pouted - adorably, might I add - and pulled at the neckline of my tank top.

I ground my teeth together as chips and crumbs tumbled down my chest and stomach, stabbing my skin. Parker snickered, picking the bag up. "Thanks for ruining my snack."

"Oh shut up." I snapped. "And thanks for eating in my bed." I sat up and turned my back to him before shaking the crumbs out of my shirt. "God dang it..."

He slid out of bed and started brushing the crumbs off. I helped, poking at the blotch of oil left behind. "I...we are not friends," I joked. "You can't play with me anymore." Let's face it, we all said this at least once in kindergarten. But most of us weren't kidding when we said it.

Parker feigned hurt. "F-Forget you!"

We paused for a short moment before he tossed a chip at me. It bounced off of my forehead and hit the floor. "Screw thee."

He scoffed. "Oh Carson, where art thou manners?"

"Thou shalt see that they have left me many a day ago." I replied, testing the bed. When I found no crumbs, I sat down and pulled my blanket over my legs. "Now do something with yourself." I pulled the blankets over my head and rolled over so that my back was to him. I felt the bed dip as he situated himself beside me.