"Yeah, Ma." I say, answering her call, while Thomas made the rest of the bed. "Parker! Oh my god, I'm so happy your ok!" My ma said, and I sighed leaning on the side of the house. "Yeah ma, I'm fine." I say, pacing up and down the steps.
"Baby, I'm so sorry, I really shouldn't have done that. I really am-" She starts, but I quickly cut her off. "What are you sorry for?" I ask her, and silence filled the other end. "I'm sorry for kicking you out. I never should have done that." She says, as I groan. Great, so I guess I'm actually staying the night here. "So your not sorry that you kicked me out for kissing a guy?"
"Oh, baby, that's just a phase, you'll grow out of it-" "Mom, it's NOT a phase. It never was a phase. Never going to be just a phase." I shout, totally regretting it a second later. I hope they did not just hear that. There's silence on the other end, then muffled talking, before I heard an exasperated sigh.
"Baby, I promise. We will get through this, just come back-" BEEP. Holy shit I just hung up the phone on my mom. I'm going to die. I walk back inside the house, waving at Bonnie and Donald in the kitchen talking. I walked up the stairs, looking for the guest bedroom.
"Popcorn, in here!" Thomas calls from behind me. I turn around and see him fluffing a pillow. I laugh, before walking towards him, and into the room. He toses me a pillow, and I catch it with ease. Quickly fluffing it, before setting the pillow down on the bed. It wasn't a small bed, and could fit three people easily, and the room wasn't small too.
I walked around the room, and into the bathroom. "You know, we could have some amazing shower sex in here." I say quietly, as Thomas glares at me. He grabs a pillow, hitting me in the head. "Ow!" I say, smiling. Whacking me, forcing me onto the bed. "Ok, I yield! I yield!" I say as he slumps down next to me.
We both catch our breaths, me placing my hands on my stomach. "So, what did you mom say?" Thomas asks, shifting his head so he's looking at me. I exhale deeply, trying to form the right words. "She….. said it was a phase," Thomas hisses as if he just got burned.
"And, she said, and I quote 'we will help you get through this, if you just come on.'" I say, in a British accent. Thomas whistles lowly, before patting my chest. "Damn, that made even my self esteem hurt." He joked, and I smiled contempt. "So what are you going to do?" He asks, sitting up to look at me.
"I don't know. If I'm going to stay here, which is just a major if, than I would probably have to get some new clothes. Even though I love your hoodie." I say, as Thomas watches the pin, looking down to read it. He chuckled quietly, before looking back at me. "It says, Trust Me, I'm Smart. But smart is spelled wrong." He explains, and I laugh quietly at the pin.
"I didn't even notice that, I just grabbed it." I said, and just as my phone buzzed. However, before I could reach for it, Thomas grabs it. Unlocking the device and looking at the notifications. "What are you doing?" I question, not really concerned about him checking my phone. He clicks on a few more things, before handing it back for me.
"You're acting just like me when I kept texting Alex. You need a break from your parents." He explains, and I sigh, knowing he's right. "Awe, that's so sweet of him. Doing the thing you did back to him. I love it"~ "Really, using my technique. I think I actually helped you get better." I said, proud of myself. "I just call that narcissistic."~
"Yeah, then you should have recognized it." He said simply, as there was a knock on the door. "Come in." Thomas and I say at the same time. We both look at each other, and laugh. Donald walks in, holding two towels.
"Here you boys go. These are just for the night if you need them. Or you can use them tomorrow." He says, smiling at us. He places them on the tv stand. "Anything else you need, just knock on the door." He says, pointing to the hall. We thanked him, and he left.
"We should probably hit the hay." I say, pulling out the covers. He looks at me strangely, before nodding his head. "What? You just looked at me like I just asked if you want to jump off the roof?" Thomas chuckles, before laying his head on the pillow. "Just, who says hit the hay anymore?" He questions, and I laugh lightly, before yawning. "Someone's already tired." Thomas teases, though his voice is soft. He reaches out, clicking off the nightlight, before laying back down on the cool sheet.
It's silent for a minute or two, sleep almost completely take over, before I hear a quiet. "I'm an idiot for getting you in this position." Thomas says, almost slurred thanks to sleep. "I'm an idiot for caring about you." I say, muffled because of the pillow.
"I'm an idiot for wanting to keep you to myself."
"I'm an idiot for loving how you do that."
"I'm an idiot for loving you." Silence fills the room, as I laid there, shocked and happy. I hug his waist, his back to my chest. I cuddle against his neck, and he doesn't seem to mind. He sighs, as I hug him warm. "And, I'm the idiot for loving you back."