The Nerd

The Parks Our Okay

"Right, left, right, left, right, left. Come on you can do better than that, right, left, right, left, harder, don't stop now."

I groan plopping down on the couch, "Clayton, this is tiring." I whine.

He rolls his eyes, "And so is dealing with you, now get up just a couple more." He waves his hand for me to get up.

I groan pushing myself off the couch.

After enjoying our take out, we cut to the chase of why he's here, the gang. So we are currently standing in my living room him with punching mitts on and me with gloves as I hit his hands.

"Right, left, right, left, right, left. Oh come on do I need to slap your ass again."

I pull my arm back missing the mitts and punching his shoulder really hard.

"Ow!" He yells, cradling his shoulder.

I take off the gloves and throw them down on the coffee table with a sigh,

"I said I was done."  I pick up the take out trash and walk to the kitchen.

"God Anderson. Atleast we know it's in their." Clayton says, following behind me.

I open the pantry throwing the take out in the trash and shutting it back, walking to the freezer. I open it, grabbing the peas and throwing them at Clayton. He catches them and places it on his shoulder as I walk to the sink.

"Hey it's a re-run of when I first came here. We can do that again but, have more fun." He says, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

I scrunch my face in disgust and continue scrubbing the dishes, "Not a chance Clay." I tease.

I hear him groan at my nickname for him and I chuckle. I finish my last dish putting it the dishwasher and starting it.

"Want a soda?" I ask, walking to the fridge.

He nods.

I get two cokes out, walking to the island and placing one in front of him as I open mine.

"You know, you have potential Anderson," Clayton jokes, taking a sip of his drink.

I roll my eyes and hit his chest playfully as he chuckles.

Beep, Beep.

My phone sounds from in my pocket, I set my drink on the counter and pull it out,

Jake-"Can we talk?"

I look up at Clayton as he sips at his drink, I look back down at my phone typing,

Me-"Yea Sure."

Jake-"Be their soon."

I click my phone off and shove it in my back pocket.

"Alright Clayton you can go now." I say, picking up my drink and walking to the fridge.

"No I'm okay." He says, playing with the tab on his drink.

I place my drink in the fridge and shut it, turning to look at him.

"It wasn't a question. Get out." I say, picking up his jacket and walking to the door.