Inside Voice

1. Pilot

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Parker's POV
Seven Years After The Accident...
(15 years old)

"COME ON PARKER!"

"KEEP HIM DOWN!"

"MOVE YOUR LEG PARK!"

"STAY ON TOP OF HIM!"

BUZZZZZZ!

I got up off of my opponent and the referee lifted my arm and initiated everyone in my school's stands to cheer and scream my name while my school's wrestling team engulfed me into their musty squeezes and horrid embraces.

"Get off of me! You guys reek," I laughed while shoving Wilson, one of my best friends, away. He ignored my push and pulled me into his chest again. "You won against your toughest competitor! It's been years, man!" He guffawed.

"Get off! I need to go talk to my family!" I laughed as I pulled away from him. "Oh! I'll come," he chortled, following me as I jogged through the crowded gym, leapt over a few bleachers, and tackled my guardians into a sweaty hug.

"Parker!" Damien, one of my guardians, boomed as he squeezed me. "You did amazing!"

"Yes~! I'm so proud of you," Vaughn, Damien's husband giggled.

"Thank you! Thank you! I was really stressed out. I didn't think I was actually going to beat him," I admitted.

"BUT YOU WINNN~," Daughn, my guardians' son screamed, jumping off of my second best friend, Noah, and into my chest. "You win, you win, you win~!"

I laughed at his wild screeching and kissed his forehead and he giggled when I blew a raspberry against his cheek.

"Stop it~! That tickles," he chortled. After a few more raspberries, I set him down and knocked my forehead against my second best friend Noah's.

"D'you see me, shorty?" I asked him, peering into his velvety brown eyes.

"You did amazing," he chuckled, lifting his face so that our noses touched. I thanked him and pressed my lips against his cheek, and then moved to do the same to Vaughn before hugging Damien. "I'm gonna gather my stuff and then shower. I'll be back," I told them all before patting Wilson's chest and heading to the locker room with him.

Although he was eighteen and not in my school anymore, he was one of the greatest wrestlers that'd competed from it, so coach didn't mind him hanging around me and the team so much.

"Dude, when are you and Noah gonna start dating?" My red-headed friend inquired, taking a seat on a bench as I undressed from my singlet.

"What?"

"You and Noah! He's so into you! The way he was looking at you when you pressed your heads together, bro... Lovestruck," Wilson said, exaggerating the sound of the 'k' while wiggling his fingers over his face.

"Dude, I'm not dating anyone. I don't have the time or patience to," I chuckled.

"You're only saying that because you're looking forward to getting with your old-man-crush next year."

"He's not an old man, and he has a name."

"Right, right. George," Wilson scoffed.

"Gyorgy," I corrected. "Don't disrespect him in front of me. You've known since we were eight that I love him and I won't hesitate to beat anyone that tries to sully his reputation."