Parker 

My spirits go down when I realize that I need to go home soon and I feel a bit sick. I need to throw up, or get water. The more I remember of my house the sicker I feel. I don't want to go back to Andrew. I don't want to stay in my room all day, not getting food just because Andrew will annoy me. It all must have shown on my face because Heather eyes me. 

"You okay?" She asks. 

Honestly, I don't even understand myself. I am okay because she is right beside me, but at the same time I'm not because I keep thinking of my house and what it will feel like when I go there. 

"Parker, you alright?" She says again, her hands are now holding mine. 

"I don't know." I finally say. "I just don't wanna go back home. I want to stay here. Spend the night here. But I can't right? You don't have enough room for me?" 

Heather just looks at me, her expression unreadable. "I tried to talk to my mother, she said we don't. My father is out of town. I'm sorry." 

Heather 

He looks at the floor. My heart breaks for him. I wish we have space for him here. An Idea makes its way through my head. 

"Hey Parker."

He lifts an eye brow as his eyes meet mine. 

"You should come here everyday but spend the night at your house" 

His eyes widen now and I worry about what his answer might be.

"But-"

"Sneak in don't let them see you."

"Your mother is she-" 

"Of course she's fine with it."

"Alright." He says. He looks me up and down and I blush. He just smiles. 

"Do you wanna get some fresh air and walk outside?" He asks. 

"Sure but not too long."

"Why?"

"I don't know." I laugh, "I guess I enjoy being indoors more"

"What will happen if we stayed outdoors for longer?" He says. He leans in just like before, his elbows on his legs. He always does that I'm starting to think it's a habit. 

"I'm dying." I joke. "I hate outdoors really, so lets not stay there for too long."

"Alright, bet."

He gets up before me and extends a hand to help me get up and take it. It's crazy how one minute he's worrying about going back home then the next minute he's all hyper. I love that about him. Before he says anything I lean in and hug him. Well, more like squeeze him. I don't what made me do that. I felt like he needed it. He probably did because he squeezes back harder.