the locker room

The death of me

"so.. You like?" Parker looked at me hopeful. Do I like? I love. The dark cherry wood flooring with the tan walls in the grand entry was warm an homey. I bet the bathrooms here are bigger than my whole apartment was.

"it's amazing" I breathed out."

"yeah I know I am but you don't have to say it like that. I know you find me adorable Anna but honestly I just don't like you like that" I looked at him like he was the stupest person alive.

"haha! What?!" I couldn't laugh right in his face. He tried to keep in his laughter but started busting up laughing too.

"jeez youdidnt have to be so harsh even though I know you think I am gorgeous!"

"oft as if. As I remember a certain someone had called me gorgeous..." he looked at the ground sort of emberessed I guess. Great anna waay to go, smooth move.

"so are you going to give me a tour of this ginormous house or not?" I joked trying to release some of the tension" or are you goig to make me pop my head into each room and find out for myself?" I said as I smiled.

His gazed reached mine with another mischievous look in his eyes. Uh-oh what now?

"hmm that sounds entertaining. I think I'm going to let you do that!" he stuck his tongue out at me and sprinted up to the second floor. "maybe I you catch me you can get a tour!" he yelled over his shoulder at me.

I sprinted after him. Not knowing why but completely enjoying myself while doing it. We ran up another flight of stairs as I was slowly gaining on him.

How big is this house? Parker made a sharp left and opened a door but before he could close it I lunged at him and toppled on top of him as we both crashed together. We were laughing so hard I was crying an my sides were hurting. As we slowly composed ourselves I realized I was on parker still. He grinned up at me and winked.

"oh god! Get over yourself!" I said while pushing myself off the ground only to be pulled back and this time Parker was on top straddling me holding my hands by my wrists above my head so I couldn't push him off.

"can you get off of me?" I asked trying to free my hands with no prevail and giving up.

"why? Do I turn you on?" he laughed and brought his face close to my ear an nibbled on my earlobe.

"Parker!" he laughed and got up pulling me with ease with him. I was scowling the whole time.

"oh come on! I was only joking. Please forgive me?" he looked at me with a puppy dog look that made my heart melt. No I can't cave that easy I have to make him work for it."nope" popping 'p' and looking around at the room.

This must be his room. He had navy blue walls with grey shaggy carpeting and a grey and blue comforter to match. His room was spotless. No doubt they probably had a maid.

There was a giant flat screen tv on the wall, a rad stereo system, and I'm pretty sure thy he has a walk-in closet. Ha what would a guy need all those clothes for?

"hey you like the sf giants?" I was staring at a Brian wilson poster that was hanging on one of his walls. Wilson is definitely off his rocker a little bit if you know what I mean but he's arguably the best closer in the league.

"yeah duh! They are the best. Wilson is a little crazy but he's good,really good." I laughed that e had said practically the same thing I was just thinking.

"oh I know! Did you see his interview on espn? Hi larious!" he looked at me shocked.

"you watch espn?"

"Uh yeah? Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I don't like sports. I play softball too. Baseball is by far my favorite sport to watch. But I've recently gotten into hockey as well even though I don't understand it."