Wes left two hours ago, now I'm sitting in the living room. Mom is on the phone with one of her co-workers. I think she should go on dates but every time I tell her she acts like she not listening. I love her to death I wish she could just have a day off for ones. I look at the clock it's three in the morning, thank god it's summer. I hate that school in three weeks.

"Good night mom love you. Don't go to bed late." I kiss her on the cheek and she nods her head. I walk up the long stairs to my room. God I'm so tired sometime I wish I never played lacrosse. Who I'm I kidding I love lacrosse so much. I could never see myself not playing lacrosse. I go under the covers of my bed and turn off the light. I black out the moment my head hits the pillow. A few minutes letter in my sleep dizzied mind, I hear the window open to my room. Wes crawls through the window and closes it. I hear the clothes drop to the ground and the bed dip. He wraps his arms around me and pulls my close.

"Did he hit you?" That's always the first thing I say to him. His dad drinks a lot after his mom died. His mom died when he was ten. At first his dad just drank and then would knock out. But from then on it just got worse. He started to hit Wes and tell him he was a mistake. When that started to happen he would come over to my house after everything. His house is right next to my so all he has to do is claim over and crawl though my window. At the beginning I wanted him to tell someone but he said he didn't want anyone to know. So out of love for him and our friendship I said nothing. So now here we are, his arms wrapped around me.

"He didn't but he threw a bottle of beer at me." I close my eyes and softly hum a soft tune. No one says anything and we just fall asleep like that. I wake because of the light going through my window. I sit up on the bed and look over at Wes. His perfect dark brown hair is in a sexy mess. I part of my wants to put my fingers through it, but that would look a bit crazy. So I stand on the bed and jump on him.

"Ahh! What the hell!" He jumps up pushing my off of him. I land on the floor with a load thump.

"Ow that hurt a little." I rubs my butt softly.

"...Parker?" I stand up and hit him on the head with my pillow.

"Yeah stupid! It's me Parker" I yell. His green eyes sparkle with laughter, his body shakes with quit laughs. He couldn't hold it in so finally he lets it out and sounds like a monkey.

"You should have seen your face." I narrow my eyes at him and stick my tongue at him. I hit him again with my pillow. He grabs the pillow by the eighth hit. He throws it on the bed behind him and stands up. He stretches his arms, his biceps moving with him. I feel my eyes move down to his six pack, watching as it moves up and down when he breathes. I swallow hard and blink my eyes. God why does he have to be so hot? Why do I have to be the ugly best friend/sister? 

"Come on, I'm hungry." I roll my eyes and walk out of my room. I walk over to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Wes comes to stand beside me and brash his teeth two. How Wes sleeps over so much I thought why he doesn't just bring over a brush. He thought it was a great idea. When we're done we went do the stairs. I opened the fridge and looked through it. The thing is I don't want to make anything so I look over to Wes and smile.

"Do you want to cook for me?" He looks at me with are you kidding me look. I bat my eyes and give him my best puppy dog face. He stands with a huff and walks over to where I stand. He grabs eggs, bacon, cheese, and ham. I stand in the island and wait for him to be finished. After a few minutes he pulls a plate in front of me. I look down at the plate and hum.

"It looks amazing as always." I dig into it and finish in two seconds. I look up to see Wes looking at me I feel my cheeks go hot. Why is he looking at me like that?

"What?"

"Nothing...I was just thinking how you eat like a man sometimes." I feel a sharp pain in my heart, I know his joking. I laugh playing it cool and calm.

"Ha, ha, ha. Don't make me laugh." I walk over to the sink and put the plates in the sink. I hear the phone ring and Wes answering it.

"Yeah, hey Alex." There's a few sounds of silence and then Wes says.

"That sounds like fun. We'll be over in a few sounds." Wes hangs up the phone and looks at me.

"So what did fat face want?"

"He wants us to come over and hangout."

"Ok give me a second to change."

"Yeah I'm going to do the same." I walk up the stairs and look through my closet. I put on a pair of my favorite over all's and blue T-shirt. I walk over to Wes's house and stand on the porch. Wes never lets me into his house. Because of his dad he never lets me in his house. The last time I was in his house was when I was seven. I look up when I hear the door open. I feel my eyes go wide when I see that it's Wes's dad.

"Hello Mr. Anderson." I say with my most serious voice. He looks me up and down but says nothing.

"Oh it's just you."

"Yeah sir it's me, Parker."

"You still look like a guy." Oh wow how nice him not like I a care. I never really thought I looked like a guy. And it's not like his the first someone has said that. I just play like I didn't hear him.

"Um...what sir?" But he doesn't get to say anything else because Wes stops him.

"Dad I'm going to hang out with Parker." He comes over to stand by me and grabs my arm. I look up at him to see that his really passed off right now. We're about to walk down the steps when his voices stops us.

"Have you guys fucked already?" I feel my face go hot and feel Wes's anger rise as well.

"Dad, no she like a sister to me." Again with the sister thing. I think I'm going to kill him. He looks over at his dad and gives him a hard face. His dad is not bother by his face. He closes the door without another word. Wes and I run over to my house and he slams the door shut. He puts his hands on the door. No one says anything for a while. I never know what to say in moments like this. So I walk over to him and punch his arm. He looks over at me and gives a small smile.

"Come...or we'll be late to Alex's." He nods his head and opens the door again. We say nothing as we walk to Alex's house.

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"Hey losers." I say as I walk through the door.

"Sup!" My group of friends yell. Right now Danny, Alex, John, Vic, and Dean are sitting in the living room playing video games. I jump on the couch and grab a bag of chocolate chips. Wes sits down next to Vic on the floor.

"So what have you guy been up to?" John asks with a smirk. I roll my eyes and shove more chocolate chips down my throat.

"I was making food for her lazy ass." I choke on a chocolate chip and throw one at him. He laughs and grabs the chocolate chip and eats it.

"So what are we doing today?" I throw more chocolate chips in my mouth. Wes grabs the bag of chocolate chip out of my hands. He shoves five six chocolate chips in his mouth, I sick my tongue at him. After a few seconds of just sitting around I yell.

"I'm starving!!!"

"When are you not starving fat ass?" Alex says with a mouth full of Doritos. I throw a pillow on the couch at him well he laughs. He moves out of the way and stands with his hands in his pockets.

"Ok let's go get food." We all stand up and walk to the van to get food at our favorite food stop. It's a little bowling alley where we cool people hang out. We've always gone there seen we've been little. It first opened when we we're six and the moment we want we fell in love with it. No matter what we're doing and it didn't matter if we didn't want to go there or not. We walk into the busy bowling alley and take a usual place. It's the last row at the end the bowling alley. Danny runs to the screen to put our names down. I walk over to granny, she not really my granny she does known us are whole lives. As I walk over to her she smiles when she sees me and waves my over.

"Hey, there granny."

"Hello my sweetheart. How my I help you today?"

"You know...the usual granny." She smiles and write down our order and gives me six different shoes. I grab them the best that I can and walk over to the guys, not before saying goodbye to granny. I throw the shoes at the guys and put on mine. We all go one by one and roll our balls down the alley. A waiter comes to our table and drops our food down. He leaves without a word and we dig into it like animals. The sound of heels clicking on the floor has my body tense and alert. The only person I know that would wear heels to a bowling alley would be...

"Well if it isn't the Brady bunch." Veronica smirks with her hand on her hip. I look away from my hot dog to look at the bitch of all bitches. Behind her are her little group of friends or more like clones. The guys say their heys and I just shove chips down my throat. She's the top bitch at our school. I know sounds completely stupid. She's has made my life hell all because I'm friends with the hottest guys in the school. Everybody want to be her or do her, which isn't much. She what I call a Tumblr girl, perfect in every way. She long brown hair reaches her mid back. Has really pretty blue eyes and a skinny body. They sit around us and start flirting with the guys. I roll my eyes as I get pushed so the side like always. Veronica moves to Wes like a bullet. She crosses her legs and pushes her barely covered chest in his faces. She whispers things into his ears and he smiles. Her short shirt dress thing moves farther up her thighs and shows more leg than needed. Sighing I stand to go to the bathroom. As I'm in there I look at myself in the mirror. My blonde frizz hair is in every different directions. My overalls look old and battered, ripped in many places. I look down at my freshman year old converse, their dirty and no longer looking blue. I look back at my face and sigh. I could see a small pimple next to my nose, my skin ugly like any old witches. I walk out of the restroom and walk back to the guys. Only to see them making out with the girls. I look over at Wes to see him in a deep make out with Veronica. I roll my eyes I think I'm going home.

"Bye guys, my mom just called me to go home." They all pull away from there make outs to look at me. They say their goodbyes as I walk away. I hear the same click-click sound of heels as before. Veronica puts her hand on my shoulder.

"What?" I say with a growl. She smiles her lips stick slightly messed up. I feel the need to throw up in her face.

"What's wrong? Can't stand seeing me with Wes?" She puts her hand on her hip. I look over at the group of guys, Wes laughs at something Alex says. I look back at her and roll my eyes.

"Get over yourself Veronica." She laughs

"I know what you're thinking, but he'll never look at you the way he looks at me."

Damn bull's eye!

"The way he look at you it like a slut." I walk away from her and through the doors of the bowling alley. She's right though even if I hate to admit it. I hate seeing her with him even when I know it's only a hook up. She's not going to be his girlfriend or anything. She's also right about him never looking at me.

Damn her and her rightlessness!