Stereotypical

XXV: They, Who Met Halfway

Mood:

"Why Can't I Think of Anything?"

- what song do you think suits this?

I'M SO SORRY THAT IT TOOK SO LONG THAT YOU GUYS FORGOT WHAT HAPPENED IT'LL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN.

I was ready to publish but my cousin went up and deleted it all when I took a shower and then that version wasn't on my revisions slot so yeh :D

| Parker |

I looked into her brown eyes, taking in every speck, hue, and streak. One was actually darker than the other - like dark chocolate. The other was a lighter, somewhat creamier color. Both, though, had little blotches (for lack of better wording) of gray settled at the edges of her irises.

It was pretty cool, honestly. The eyes I'd been staring into for the past two months weren't as ordinary as I thought. They were a little medley of elements. And I found that pretty freaking cool.

The dark lashes that framed them were wet with tears.

No one said anything for a moment.

"We're going to sit here all night if we have to," Mom vowed. "So, you'd might as well start talking now and get this over with."

Carson didn't say anything. She just tucked her knees under her chin and looked away. She looked angry and hurt, which had been the opposite of what I was trying to achieve back at the fundraiser.

What I'd actually started was a water fight, when I splashed her with the little bit of ice water that was in my cup. One second I was clutching my sides with burning laughter, and the next I was drenched. I don't think I'll forget that triumphant grin she'd flashed me as she set the cup down.

Her eyes gave me the message: I win.

One thing led to another after that, and now we were at home. In my living room, each with a fresh set of clothes on. My hair was still damp.

Dad sighed. "Okay. Let's start at the root of this issue. What went wrong first?"

Chase lazily raised his hand. "They sat at the same table," he said flatly. I could conclude that he was annoyed with the mess Carson and I had made of the night. He hadn't been particularly happy when he had to cram himself between us on the long ride home.

I think everyone was very happy.

"Anything else?" Dad asked.

Emily's hand shot up. "They spoke to each other."

"That's a good one," Chase added.

Mom pursed her lips. "Okay, how about we let Carson and Parker tell us." She shot us a mild stare.

Carson spoke up first. "I ignored -"

"Tried," I interjected.

Her eyes shifted into a violent glare, centering on me. "Oh, do you want to tell the story then?"

I shrugged. "You just forgot a word."

A sharp exhalation. "I tried to ignore Parker. But he's too dense to know when to stop." She set me with a pointed stare.

"I am not," I argued. "I knew when to stop - I just didn't." And that's so much better, Parker. You sure proved her wrong.

One of her eyebrows lifted, affirming my afterthoughts. "So I snapped on him," she said to Mom.