The Story of Us

The Story of Valentine's Day

"I swear Parker. If you do not put me down in the next 3 seconds I will show everyone in school your baby pictures," I shout at his butt. Well I would be shouting at his face but I am flung over his shoulder.

"You wouldn't," he gasps.

"Yes I would! Even the ones of you crawling in the bathtub!" I laugh.

"Well everyone would see what a nice ass I had. And still have as a matter-of-fact," he declares.

"Alright what are you two boneheads doing now?" a new voice asks.

"I just about to throw Lennon in the pool. Nothing new," Parker shrugs casually and turns around to face the voice.

"Ah. The normal," Reece claps.

"Yes. Hold on Reece just let me finish what I started," he tells him and my eyes go wide and I start to protest.

"No, Parker. Parker Wate Compano! Put me down you little butt face!" I screech as I fly in mid-air. F*ck gravity, I chant in my mind as I fall downward to the pool.

As I come up for air my shirt sticks to me and my glasses are dripping in water. Reece and Parker are laughing too hard for them to notice me climbing out of the pool. I walk stealthily to Parker. Before he can turn around I jump on his back, soaking wet.

"Agh! Lennon!" Parker groans as I fit my body against his.

"Mwah," I giggle and kiss his cheek adding the sound for effect.

"So what are you doing for Valentine's Day?" Reece asks. Parker's hand keep 'subtly' inching up from my thighs to my butt.

"Oh, I don't know when is it?" he ask and I kick his thigh.

"Keep your hands to yourself." I warn.

"Its tomorrow, bro," Reece deadpans.

"Hmm, I don't know. Maybe she'll do something for me," Parker winks at me and I slap his chest.

"Put me down, Apple Slice," I tell him and his hands slip from my thighs.

"Okay, Jelly-Donut," he smiles.

I never even thought about tomorrow. I mean it was just another normal day. We were on winter break that started today so it's not like we will have school.

"Well that's not happening. Now I need a change of clothes," I sigh and pull out my phone to text Vinnie.

"You can just borrow mine, Lennon. No need to worry," Parker shrugs and grabs my hand.

"Uhh, you sure? Vinnie can just drop off some clothes," I laugh nervously.

"Ah, my homie, don't worry," Reece pats my back.