p a r k e r *
Madden and I have been best friends since the end of sixth grade. We've always gone to school together and lived in the same neighborhood, and of course, we were friends, but we weren't best friends. It was the actual last day of school and we were outside on the playground; there was this really snooty, stuck-up, 'popular' girl named Ashley. Honestly, no one really liked her that much other than her little 'minions'. So I was hanging out with my friends with we all hear her screaming and seeing her run as fast as she could manage. Come to find out, Madden had been chasing her with about five or six worms; he had detention for the first week of our seventh-grade year. But afterward, I went over to him and we just started talking, and the rest is history. Now, we're in twelfth grade. A lot of things have changed, for both of us, but a lot more things have changed for Madden. His father left his Mom. Now his mom works extra shifts on both of her jobs (Wal-Mart and the local diner) to support Madden, his three little sisters and herself.
Today is Friday and Madden came over for a little while. His sisters are staying with their grandparents tonight, and his mom was supposed to get off early from her shift at the diner. She works from 4 AM-noon at Walmart and then goes over to the diner and works there from 12:30-7:30 PM.
Madden's phone dings when we're sitting in my room. He checks his phone, and his face falls.
"Mom has to work an extra shift," he says, looking at me. "She's not getting off until 1:00 AM."
"Oh," I say. "I'm sorry, Mad,"
He shrugs. "I'm used to it,"
"You shouldn't have to be though,"
He shrugs once more. "It's just my life, Park,"
He puts his phone aside and stares around my room. He's cried several times to me about how much he hates all of this. He tried to get a job to help his mom out, but with all the stuff he has to do for his little sisters after school, his homework, and just during senior year, he was often staying up until 3 in the morning, and his mom made him quit.
I'm standing up from my bed, stretching, when Madden comes over to me and wraps his arms around me.
"I don't wanna go home," he says softly. "I don't want this to end,"
I pull back a little and look at him.
"Then it doesn't have to," I whisper. "Don't go. Stay here."
He shakes his head. "I need to go,"
"Why?" I ask him, holding him to me. "Your sisters aren't home and your mom isn't getting home until close to two in the morning,"
"I know, but I've got so much to do around the house. I've got to clean it and mmmmh—"
I stop him by putting my lips on his, moving my arms from around him and putting them on his face, cupping it in my hands. He kisses me back, leaning into me, and squeezing me tighter.
I pull back and look at him.
"I love you," I whisper softly to him, putting my finger under his chin and lifting it to meet my eyes. "I love you so much. Don't go, stay here tonight. It'll be okay, you need to breathe and relax."
He nods at my words, but I can't tell he's still thinking about leaving.
"I mean if, Madden," I say firmly. "Stay. Here."
His eyes fill with tears and he leans his head against me, burying his face in my shoulder. A few seconds later, he starts sobbing. I rub his back and press my lips to the top of his head. He moves his head, and even though he's crying, presses his lips against mine. He kisses me this time as if this kiss is going to save him; as if he needs it almost as much as he needs air, food, and water. As if he's starving for kisses. He opens his mouth against mine and closes it over my bottom lip.
Madden and I are laying on my bed when he reaches over and kisses my lips. I put my hands on his hips and rubbing his lower back and waist. He moans softly against my lips, and draws himself closer, as close as he can get, to me while kissing me.
I pull back as he tries to kiss me again; he looks at me and I cave. I pull him back to me and press my lips to his softly, carefully pulling him further up my body and rolling us over so that I'm on top of him. He puts his hands on my waist; mine are cupping his face.
Madden is currently taking a shower. I told him that he needs to relax a little bit and to go take a warm shower.
"Parker?" He calls from my bathroom.
"Yeah?" I call back.
"Can you come in here for a minute?"
I get off my bed and go into the bathroom. He's standing in front of the shower with a towel around his waist; he's wearing underwear, though, because I see the waistband sitting on his hips.
"What's wrong?" I ask him.
"Can I borrow some clothes?" He asks.
"OH! Yeah, come here,"
I grab his hand and pull him into my bedroom; I push him back onto my bed. He watches me, confused, as I go to my dresser and get a pair of black sweatpants and a black shirt that says "NYC" in white print.
I walk back over to him, and untuck the towel from around his waist, looking up at him watching him watch me. I press a kiss to his belly button, moving upward to his neck, then his jaw, then his lips. When I've kissed him all over (almost) I move to put his clothes on him. Before I pull his (my) pants all the way up, I press a kiss to the inside of his thigh and pull his pants all the way up. Then, I pull him up and slide his (my) shirt over his head. He looks up at me as I smile and lean down to press my lips on his softly.
1/20/20
I ALMOST wrote a sex scene for this, but I honestly didn't think it would fit this storyline.
