Heather 

I enjoy Parker's presence as we walk outside. The weather is nice as the wind ruffles my hair. The fresh scent of winter hangs in the air. It is the beginning of November anyways. 

I feel a shiver down my spine and that's when I realize the sun is starting to set and the weather may be too cold for me to be outside especially since I'm wearing a thin jacket. Unlike Parker who has a thick cotton jacket on and a hoodie underneath.

I can't help but notice the little things about him such as burying his hands in his pockets and looking down at the ground as we walk. How he has his hood up but the soft breeze ruffles through his thick dark hair. How can a person be so attractive from the inside and out? 

"So," he says as he looks up at me, "What do you wanna talk about?" 

I try to think of something to say to ease off the awkwardness but it seems even more awkward when I'm trying to think of something to say. I look at him to ease the tension in the air and we accidentally make eye contact. He smiles and I can feel my cheeks burning. 

"What are you looking at?" He says in a mocking tone as he smirks. 

I hate this side of Parker but I love it at the same time. I try to think of something sassy to reply with without trying too hard and coming off mean.

"You tell me," I say. 

"Am I that beautiful that your lost of words?" He says as he gives me the biggest smirk ever. 

"Parker-"

"Come on say it." 

I feel annoyed at this point. I don't know how to react. 

"I wanna go back inside." I say quickly. 

"Are you cold?" He asks. 

"Yes."

"Here." He takes out his jacket and wraps it around me. It feels fuzzy and warm as it smells like him. Like an apple juice. 

"Parker you didn't have to do that." I state and he shakes his head. 

"I don't know I just felt the need to do it." He says as he scratches the back of his neck under his hood. 

It seems like the old innocent Parker is back. I don't know what to call the other side of him but I'm not sure if I like it. 

I suddenly hear footsteps  behind me and before I realize it, it's too late. 

A women who looks like she's in her late 40's is standing beside Parker a she holds his arms tightly. 

"I missed you so much." She says as tears fill her eyes. She hugs Parker like a toddler and he just stands there, his expression unreadable. 

My own mom comes out of nowhere and pulls me by the arm towards here. "Lets go home. I'm sure he's okay. Look how much she loves him." She points at the women who is hugging Parker.

"But mom his clothes and his stuff are back home-" 

"Shush. He'll be back soon." 

It feels like my mom is suddenly against Parker even though she knows what's going on in his house. I can still smell the jacket and feel the warmth of it around me. Tonight, I'm sleeping with this jacket on so I can always feel Parker's presence. 

Parker

I wish I can get away from this crazy piece of shit.