a world of lies

chapter six

I trudged to his bedroom door, knowing every step of the way easily. 

"Do you want something to eat?"
"I'm good, thanks though," I muttered. 

It felt... different... being at his house again. I felt continuous memories piling up inside my head, wanting to burst out. This place holds a lot of things for me. 

Parker sat on his bed, pulling out his binder from his bookbag. 

I looked around his room, everything was the same; his books were perfectly aligned on his shelf, might I add he made himself. Parker's chair was right by his desk, only on the left side, because he likes to slip through it easily after school. His bed was still right by the window, since he liked to look up at the stars at night. All these things were in the right place, it just didn't... feel right. 

"You can sit down if you want," he said, gesturing towards the chair.

"Right. Ok, you ready to start?"
"Yeah."

* * * *

We spent a couple hours on it, awkwardness still filled in this tiny, perfect room. His mom came in and hugged me at one point. I wonder if she knows what happened.

"Oh shoot," I said, looking at my phone.

"What is it?"
"I've got to get home, my mom's probably worrying about me."
"Do you need a ride?" He looked at me, this time not with nothing. But with sincerity.

"Yes please."

We hopped into the car. Parker started shuffling through his CD's, trying to find something to listen to. 

"Ooh," he smirked.

"What'd you pick?"
"It's a surprise."
"Why can't I know," I said smiling, trying to snatch it from him.

"Just let me play it and you'll see."

"Fine," I muttered, pouting with my bottom lip.

We Are Young. We used to sing to this all the time. He wasn't even good at singing, but Parker gladly would, which had always made me laugh.

Parker started singing, already making me chuckle.

"So if by the time... join in!"
"The bar closes and you feel like falling down," I sang; I could never reach the bottom note, so he always made me do it.

"Tonight, we are young, so let's set the world on fire, we can burn brighter, than the sun!" We joined in together. I missed the good old days.

He put the roof of his car down and he yelled the lyrics all through the ride home.  It was fun, I missed this.

Once we got to my house, he pulled in. 
"Well, goodnight," he said, with no expression, again. 

It made me kind of frustrated. We just had a good time, but yet it's like nothing happened. 

"Night," I muttered, jumping out of the car.

I got inside and trudged upstairs, hearing more whispers in mom's room. This time I decided to ignore it. I was too tired. I jumped onto my bed, not even changing out of my clothes, going to bed.