Heather

"I don't know. I feel like I don't belong." Says Parker. We are sitting on the bench in the neighbor hood. That thing brings back memories. From where I started noticing Parker. I still haven't asked my parents if I can let him in. I hope they say yes. I'm way too desperate to help him.

He rests his head in his palms and leans in. His legs shaking. "What do I do? I don't wanna go back there."

"I'll tell my parents."

"Call them now then."

I take out my phone from my pocket and call my mom.  I tell her that I want Parker to come over and that he needs my help. Surprisingly she says yes. 

"She said yes." I inform him. My voice shaky from how happy I am.

"Thank god." He says then he breaks down and I have to go for a hug. Not caring who's watching. 

***

I'm in my room, braiding my hair. Parker is downstairs with my mom. She offered him tea and I can tell he is really enjoying it here and that makes me happy. 

"Have you considered joining an art program?" My mother asks Parker as soon as I get downstairs.

"No, but I considered joining." He says. 

"oh," Says my mom as soon as she sees me. "Look who's here. Parker your girl is here." She says.

I feel a blush make its way to my cheeks. Parker just stares down at his tea. My mom smiles at me. She always does that whenever I'm with a boy. 

"Well, sorry miss. I need the bathroom." Says Parker. It's obvious he's running away from the situation. I want to run too. But my mother will notice and will keep making jokes about me liking him. Not that I don't. 

What was that?

"Aww Parker you can call me mom." My mother says. His eyes widen and before he says anything, my mom points to the nearest restroom. "It's right there." She says and he hurries.

"Mom you didn't have to say that." I say after Parker is out of ear shot. "I don't like him." 

"Liar." My mother says as she points a finger at my nose. 

I shake my head and go up to my room. It looks like a mess and I have to tidy it before Parker sees how of a mess I am. But it's too late. I hear footsteps behind me and turn around to find him standing in the doorway, smiling. "You don't have to clean your room. I know your a messy person by just looking into your eyes." He says. 

I blush as he says, "You look a lot like your mom by the way." He says as he smiles. 

"Just wait until you see my father." I tell him.