Summer Spent with You

Chapter Nine: What Happens When It Rains

Ava's POV

"Ava.." Something softl nudged my body. I let out a groan. "Ava.. wake up."

"Go away." I muttered sleepily.

"I've got to go." The voice whispered again. I peeked out of one eye and realized it was Parker. Parker Stevens was in my bed. That's also when I realized he was shirtless and I was lying on his chest. I quickly moved over. He chuckled lightly at my reaction, then threw the covers back so he could get up.

I propped myself up on my bed and watched as he went about his business. He pulled his jeans, t-shirt, and shoes back on. He ran his fingers through his messy hair, which looked insanely good, even though he had just woken up. I felt horrified at that moment, as I began to worry about my own appearance. There was no way possible that I looked even remotely decent. I probably looked like the bride of godzilla or something. I inwardly cringed at the thought.

Parker walked over to the foot of my bed, and patted it, signaling that he wanted me to move to that spot. I hesitated for a moment, but moved anyways. I dangled my feet off the edge of the bed and he stood in front of me. I took both of my hands into his much larger ones and held them.

"I'll be back tonight." He grinned.

"What if I don't want you back tonight?" I smirked at him.

"I think I could persuade you." He leaned forward. I knew exactly how he planned to persuade me and I also knew that it wasn't about to happen. I clapped my hand over my mouth and shook my head vigoriously. He rolled his eyes. "Would you move your hand?"

"No! I have morning breath."

"So do I." He reasoned. I shook my head again. "Ava, move your hand."

"You can't kiss me." I told him. He rolled his eyes once more. What did I tell you? It's his trademark move. I slowly lowered my hand.

"You're something else." He shook his head. "At least give me a hug." So I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him the hug he asked for. However, being the Parker, he had a trick up his sleeve. Once I moved back, out of the hug, he put his hand under my chin and placed his lips to mine.

I tangled my arms back around his neck and wrapped my fist in his hair at the nape of his neck. His arms snaked around my waist, holding me tightly to him, like he was scared that I would break away and slap him. Believe me, the thought did cross my mind, but I couldn't do it. I got too caught up in the moment. He finally pulled himself away and smirked.

"I'll see you this afternoon." He kissed my forehead and moved over to the window, so he could climb out.

"That was dirty." I glared at him.

"I think you'll live." He responded, before he ducked out of the window. I slide the pane back down, pulled the curtains into place, then flopped down onto my bed. I picked up my phone and looked at the time. I let out a groan when I saw the numbers on the screen. It was four thirty in the morning and I was wide awake. Three words for you guys : Stupid Parker Stevens.

Apparently I eventually fell back asleep because I opened my eyes to find Aiden standing over me, shaking me roughly. I opened my eyes and glared at him. Why, oh why, couldn't I get peaceful sleep? Was it too much to ask to go undisturbed for a few hours?

"Why were you asleep on the foot of your bed?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Why does it matter?"

"Well someone's sure grouchy this morning."

"What time is it and why do you feel the need to wake me up?" I ignored his previous statement.

"It's 8:50 and I'm waking you up, because I was going to ask if you heard anything last night?" My heart began to pound.