I stared at my pencil and watched it move back and fourth.
I'm.So.Bored!

I sighed and grabbed my phone. I look down at the screen and observed the time.
8:30 pm.
This was my situation.
I was home alone, I had tons of homework, I was bored way out of my mind, Emily was out with Evan and the only person I actually needed to talk to, was Parker. I'm gonna have to give him my answer sooner or later.
I groaned and punched in the number Emily gave me.

She came over to my house after school but had to leave. Before she left, she had told me she figured out Parker's number and told me to call him later.

It rang a few times than the other line picked up.
"Hello?" A raspy, unfamiliar voice asked.

"Um...hi...is Parker there?" I asked. The person didn't answer back, instead all I heard muffled voices and shuffling feet. "Um, sorry no." They said, to quickly may I add. I rolled my eyes.

"You're lying. You talked to quickly when you answered...now. Where.is. Parker. Vandyke!" I asked, annoyance filling my tone.

Sadly, there was no response for at least three years. "Dammit, hurry up!" I yelled into the speaker. Finally I heard the phone being passed to someone. "Oh hey, peach." I heard Parker say.

I guess I could have said that I was very relived he was speaking. I mean if he didn't pick up, I would have had to assume he was dead and tell Ms.Matthews that my partner died tragically. But then again, I could have said he had our egg child with him and they both had sadly died. Okay now that I think of it, I kinda wish he was dead.

"Who the hell was that!" I asked. He laughed a little and said "oh him, that was Marcus." I raised an eyebrow but realized he couldn't see me. "Who's Marcus?" I asked. He laughed again. "Oh..he's...he's um, oh ya Marcus, he's a guy I know." While he spoke I quickly realized he was drunk do to his slurring words. I sighed. "Where are you?"

He let out an alcohol filled laugh and answered. "At" he mumbled to someone but I couldn't hear what they said.

"Barney's 24 hour Bar" I sighed. "You mean the one across town?". "Mhm" he said happily. I groaned. "I'll be there soon..don't drink anymore." I instructed. "Anything for you, peach." I hung up and suppressed the urge to scream.

After I calmed down, I quietly headed out of my room and down the stairs. But as I grabbed my keys, I heard someone clear their throat behind me. I sighed and looked down. I slowly turned around and put on a nervous smile. "Hey...Finn.." I said, awkwardly. He shook his head and asked "are you seriously trying to sneak out when I'm home?" I shrugged. "Well, I know one thing for sure is that if you let me go I won't tell mom and dad about you sneaking out to parties every other night." He glared at me for a few seconds then rubbed his temples. "Go...but one question, where are you going?" I sighed a little but answered. "Well, my friends at this bar and I need to pick him up befo--" but Finn had cut me off. "Excuse me, him?" My eyes widened a little as I realized I had said it was a guy. "Please let me go! If I leave him there he'll purposely fail our project." Finn sighed. "Go, before I change my mind and rat you out." I smiled and thanked him. I shut the door behind me and ran to my car. I quickly hoped in, turned the key into the ignition, and started driving.

After what seemed like two hundred days, I had finally made it to the bar. I turned off my car and slowly got out. As I did, I examined the bar.

It was a small building made of bricks. Not much honestly but what made it stand out was the sign. It had glowing neon lights that spelled out Barney's All Night Bar. I sighed and walked up to the door, right before I opened the door, I placed one of my hands on my arm and pulled up the sleeves of my sweater to the tips of my fingers. I bit my lip and pulled the heavy door open. Almost instantly the smell of cigarettes and alcohol filled my nose. I scrunched my nose up and forced my self to walk forwards.

I scanned the room for any blonde hair. Any. But I only saw a girl with bleached hair. That's when I realized, I'll have to walk farther than five feet from the door. I reluctantly walked forwards and before I knew it, I was at the bar. Surprisingly, not many people were surrounding it. Because of the lack of people, I spotted Parker very quickly, I let out a breathe of relief. Why? well simple, I thought he was axe murdered.

"Oh thank god, Parker!" He looked up and gave me a drunken smirk. "Oh, hi peach" he said standing up. For a guy who's drunk, he can speak well. He walked over to me but as he was about to speak again, a guy with chocolate brown hair came to my side. "I see you found the bloody bastard." I jumped a little at the guy's comment and looked over. He was smirking as he watched Parker give him a death glare. "If looks could kill." I started as I looked back over at Parker. "You'd be road kill"

At my comment on Parker, the guy started cracking up. "That's...a good one." He said. I shrugged. "I've told better jokes and I mean everyone in L.A says if looks could kill" the guy calmed down from his laughing attack and looked over at me. "Well,  I'm not exactly from America." I raised an eyebrow than I realized something. "Wait..you're...British?..Your British!" I said happily. He shrugged and smiled.

"You know Parker right?" I nodded. "Well. Than you'll be seeing me all over with him." I smiled but looked back over at Parker. He was now flirting with a girl who has spent way to much time at the beach. I groaned and ran my hand through my hair. I padded over to him and yanked the hood of his jacket towards me. "Seriously, loser?" I asked. He shrugged. "What do you think your doing?" The beach obsessed girl asked, rudely. I rolled my eyes and pulled Parker away from her. "Call me" he said, in a husky voice. She giggled at him while I rolled my eyes.

"Don't get your hopes up, he's drunk off his ass!" I said. She huffed and marched away. "Peach!" Parker groaned. "Shut up." He nodded. I grabbed Parker's friend as well and pulled them outside.

When I finally let go of Parker, he fell to the floor. I rolled my eyes. "You, British boy, are you drunk?" He shook his head. I let out a breathe of relief. "Good..one question, where does this doofus live?" The British guy bit his lip, Im almost positive he was thinking...I think. "On..York Drive, 1497" I nodded. "Okay, Parker." I looked down at him and sighed. I grabbed his jacket hood and struggled to pull him up. "Hm?" He asked, way to innocently I might add.

After he helped me pull him up, I finally was able to continue. "I'm gonna bring you home." He nodded. I grabbed his hand and pulled him to my car.

"Is that Elmo?" He asked when we were less than a few feet away. "No..but I call my car Elmo." I told him. He nodded. "Passenger seat" With that, he nodded once more.

After we were both inside the car, I started driving to his house.

~•~

I parked in the driveway and sighed. I looked over at Parker and saw that he was rubbing his head. "Parker?" I asked. He looked around and when he spotted me, he seemed confused. "Morgan? Why am I in your car?" I raised and eyebrow. "Wait, your not drunk anymore?" He looked around my car once more, "a little, but not at the point where I can't walk." I nodded and unlocked the doors. "Okay, see ya" I said. He opened his door. "Thanks...wait, where's Joel?" I raised an eyebrow. "Joel? Was he British?" He nodded. "Oh! He went home." He nodded his head and shut the door. I let out long breathe and pulled out of the driveway,

Well, my night was just ruined.