"I swear, Parker. I will kill you if you do not shut up this instant," I snap in aggravation.
"Geez, I didn't say anything," Parker laughs as he channel surfs on the TV.
"I'm sorry, I love you," I tell him as I take a 180 degree mood swing.
"I love you too," he coos and pulls me into his side.
"Um, Parker?" I ask. I hope he has some pads or a tamp-ons in his house because I need to change mine.
"Yes, baby?" He asks and presses his lips to my temple.
"Do you happen to have a pad?" I squeak.
"A- a pad?" he coughs in surprise.
"Yeah," I blush.
"Yeah, I-" throat clearing," I'll go get that for you."
He stands up and leaves and I rush to the bathroom.
"Lennon?" a knock at the door.
"Yes, sweetie?" I ask as I slip off my underwear.
"I, uh, got you a pad. And one of my sister's underwear," he coughs awkwardly and I unlock the door. I open the door and just push my hand out. The contents drop in my hand and I close the door. Again.
"You have a sister?" I ask in surprise. I didn't know he had a sister.
"Yeah, but she ran away with her boyfriend at the age of 18. She left a lot of stuff here. I hope you don't feel creeped out about wearing her panties," I can practically hear him cringe.
"Oh, well what age would she be now?" I ask. I am now completely curious. And a little upset. I seem to not know a lot about Parker. He knows almost everything about me. But I don't know about the scar on his hip and now I am finding out he has a sister.
"Uhm, well I'm 18. So she should be 26 right now," he says and pull the sweats that I had on over my legs. I'm glad that I didn't bleed on the pants.
"Wow, what time did she run away?" I know I'm being nosy but I can't help it. Bernie makes my moods swing from all around. Curiosity is the most powerful.
Yes, yes I did name my period.
"When she was 20 so I was 12," he asks and I open the door. He looks afraid. I laugh and pull him in my arms. He breathes a sigh of relief and envelopes his arms around my body.
"I'm sorry, I'm like the hulk, a care bear and a curious cat all in one during Bernie," I sigh and breath in his scent. Mint.
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The Story of Us
Teen FictionCliche. I know I know. Bad boy meets the nerd. But hey this story may just be not cliche enough yet still cliche to meet your likings. Meet Lennon. Obviously, the nerdy girl. She mostly keeps to herself. Sits in the back of the room with her hair al...
