"It's almost boots weather," I commented to Michelle, as I tugged on my hoodie.

"Emily, you will pull out your Uggs the moment it dips into the 60's," Michelle giggled, looking up from her phone at me.

I rolled my eyes, unable to dispute as I looked out onto the soccer field.

"So tell me about last night," Michelle said, as the boys jogged off the field for their pregame pep-talk.

"What about it?" I asked, looking over at her.

"Don't play dumb with me missy. I know you went out with Daniel."

"Oh, that."

"Yeah, that. So did you two end in the bedroom?"

"Yeah."

She nodded, her eyes studying mine.

"Just say it," I said, with a laugh. "Like you even need my permission."

"He's such a douchebag! I want to cut his nose off and feed to some squirrels or something. Why are going out with him again?"

"We aren't going out," I defended. "It was one date."

"And sex," she reminded me.

"He's good in bed," I defended, my eyes flickering back out to the soccer field.

The boys were still huddled for their pregame pep-talk.

"Emily, what the actual hell?"

"It's complicated."

"That's a copout."

"It most definitely is."

She rolled her eyes. "Just tell me that you guys used protection."

"I live in an apartment with those two," I said, gesturing towards my brother and Parker, who were standing side-by-side in the huddle. "Of course we used protection."

She dropped the subject and the game started, Parker and Emmett taking the striker position.

The game was anticlimactic, as expected. It was expected to be a blowout, and the Mustangs mercied the other team by the end of the first half, Emmett and Parker were pulled 20 minutes into the game.

"Ready to go?" I asked Michelle.

"All the games should be like this," she said, with a smile.

"Right," I agreed, laughing as we descended the bleachers.

I didn't bother waiting for Emmett and Parker after the game, knowing that Emmett was putting in late hours at the Auto Body shop, and that Parker was probably going to hit up some girl.

"Thanks for the ride," I said to Michelle, as she dropped me off at my apartment complex.

"Of course love," she said, blowing me a kiss.

I caught it out of the air, pressing it to my heart with a laugh before heading inside.

I went up to the apartment and went inside, flipping on the lights.

I peeked out the window, but I didn't see Parker's car anywhere.

So I went back to my room and put on an oversized, button-up t-shirt.

I pulled on a pair of socks and then blasted the song Old Time Rock N Roll through the surround sound.

I paid my tribute to Risky Business, complete with one of Emmett's soccer trophies as my microphone and a broom that doubled as a guitar and then later as a microphone.

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I collapsed down on the couch once I was finished, letting the laughter pour out until I was exhausted.

Sometimes I forget how fun of a person I am.

With a sigh I sat up, flipping on the TV and letting a rerun of Friends play through while I ordered some Crispers Summer Salad to be delivered to the apartment.

While I was watching the Friends episode, Parker came home, surprisingly no girl attached to his arm.

He stared at me for a couple of seconds.

"What?" I asked, self-consciously.

And then he dropped his pants.

"What the hell are you doing?" I demanded, covering my eyes.

"I thought we were having a no pants party," he said, his voice laced with amusement.

And that's when I realized that I never put pants on after my Risky Business tribute.

"If you're going to do a bit of Risky Business in here, at least clean up afterwards," Parker laughed.

"Pull your pants back up," I demanded, my hand still over my eyes. "And then close your eyes."

"Done and done."

I opened my eyes to see him leaning against the counter, his pants back in their proper position, but his eyes trained on me.

"Close your eyes!" I demanded.

"I don't think you have anything to hide at this point."

I threw a pillow at his face before standing up, pulling my shirt down as far as it would go before sliding back to my bedroom.

I might as well enjoy my complete embarrassment.

I pulled on a pair of sweatpants under my button-up Risky Business shirt before going back into the living room.

Parker had changed the channel from Friends to South Park, I show I couldn't appreciate.

I was going to protest, but our telephone rang.

"Must be the front desk," Parker commented.

My Crispers must be here.

I went to grab my wallet as Parker went to leave the apartment.

"Where are you going?" I asked him.

"I left my phone in my car."

"Oh."

We left the apartment together and stepped in the elevator.

"So did you see my 4 goals?" Parker asked, with a smirk.

"And I saw Emmett's-"

I was cut off by the lights in the elevator shutting off and the elevator lurching to a stop.

I let out a scream, falling into the wall at the sudden stop.

"Are you alright?" Parker asked, after a couple of seconds.

"Fine," I answered, breathlessly.

"Well that's great," he muttered. "Because one of us is bleeding."

"How do you know you're bleeding?"

"Because I can feel the cut on my arm?"

I fumbled for my phone and turned on the flashlight.

"Fuck," Parker muttered, covering his eyes as I accidentally shined it in his face.

"My bad," I apologized, moving the flashlight down to his arm.

He had a jagged cut running down his forearm, and was dripping blood onto the elevator floor.

"Damn," we both muttered in unison.

"Does it hurt?" I asked, flashing the flashlight back up to Parker's face.

He immediately covered his face, shielding it from the light.

"Sorry," I apologized again, moving the flashlight to the floor.

"Not really, no," he said, answering my question.

I put the flashlight on the elevator button panel, pressing the alarm button.

I heard the alarm going off, but nothing happened.

"It's weird that the lights shut off," Parker mused.

"It's weird that the elevator shot off."

"That too."

I took a seat in the corner, placing my phone facedown so the flashlight shined up at the ceiling.

I felt the elevator shake, and I could see Parker's shadow sitting in the opposite corner of the elevator.

"Why were you going downstairs?" Parker asked me.

"I ordered Crispers."

I heard him laugh, and I rolled my eyes.

Now I'd rather eat leftover yogurt, or whatever random food we had in the apartment, just so that I could've avoided this stupid elevator.

"I thought maybe you were meeting your now boy toy."

"It's not like that."

"You seem to say that about a lot."

"That's because people like to assume things that aren't true."

Silence took over the elevator for a couple of moments.

"So why Daniel anyways?" Parker asked. "I heard he cheated on you like 8 times."

"3," I corrected.

"Oh, well that makes it better then."

I snort-laughed.

"Real sexy."

"Shut up."

"You avoided the question."

"I'm pretty good at that."

"Why Daniel?" Parker asked again. "I mean, you can take complete offense to this, but a girl even thought about cheating on me I wouldn't hesitate kicking her to the curb."

"You don't stay with a girl for more than one night."

"That's not necessarily true."

"You're telling me you've had a girlfriend?"

"And you're changing the subject," he pointed out.

"Well you peaked my interest."

"And you peaked mine."

I sunk back into corner, letting out a sigh.

"Is it because he's got a big-?"

"Disgusting."

"Just curious."

"You're a pig."

He laughed at that.

"And no. I'm not that desperate."

"Then he must have some dirt on you."

"Dirt?"

"Like some deep, dark secret that you don't want anyone to know?"

"This isn't Criminal Minds dude."

He laughed again.

"He's just Daniel," I said, with a shrug.

"What does that mean?"

"Why are you so curious?"

"Because you confuse the hell out of me."

"That didn't answer my question," I mocked.

"And you're stalling again."

"As I said, I'm pretty good at it."

"I heard that he ran away from a fight once."

"He didn't run away," I defended. "The kid was an offensive lineman, he would've beat the shit out of him."

"So you defend him then?"

"No. God Parker, just drop it."

"Does he have like your name tattooed on him then?"

"Why would that attract me to him?"

"Because you find that sexy?"

I ignored him this time, staring up the ceiling.

Out of every person on the entire planet, I had to get locked in an elevator with Parker Adams.

"Well if you're not going to tell me, I'm just going to keep guessing."

"Be my guest."

"Well you dated him last year, and sometime last year you had an eating disorder."

"Tasteful."

"Well it's the truth," he stated, bluntly. "So Daniel must know about that, yeah?"

I didn't answer, staring at the wall now.

Someone seriously shoot me.

"Did he cause your ED?"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I told you I'd keep guessing."

"So you pick at my Anorexia?"

"I'm not picking at it. I'm asking questions."

"You're such an asshole."

He laughed again, clearly amused by the situation.

"Let's see if I can't guess about your past girlfriend," I snapped.

"Okay, touché," he muttered.

"She must've been a nice shade of slut to date the likes of you."

"Enough," Parker ordered.

"Oh, did I touch a nerve Parker? Does it bother you when people pick at your past?"

Silence filled the elevator again, and I pulled my knees up to my chest, resting my chin on them.

"She'd dead," Parker informed me.

"What?" I asked, my eyes snapping over to his shadow, to where I guessed his face was.

"Annalise? She's dead."

I didn't know what to say, what to do.

"She was in the car with my parents," he continued. "Coming to my tournament. She said she was sick; she wasn't going to come. And then I asked her to come. So she loaded up with my folks and carpooled over with them."

"Parker, I'm sorry," I whispered.

I felt like a Class-A bitch.

"It's whatever. Now you know."

I let out a sigh, staring back up at the ceiling.

"Daniel is the only guy that ever made me feel pretty," I said, tears prickling at my eyes. "He told me that I was beautiful, complimented me in ways that other guys didn't. He made me feel special." I wiped a tear off my cheek.

"Emily," Parker said, quietly. "I don't need to see you here in this elevator to tell you that you're beautiful."

"Parker, don't."

"You are," he insisted. "And you don't need douchebag Daniel for you to realize that. You have a certain sparkle in you that most girls don't have."

I closed my eyes to stop the tears, my emotions on override.

"And just because Daniel was the first guy to notice that, that doesn't mean he's the only one," Parker continued. "Or that he'll ever be the only one. You don't need him to be beautiful."

I didn't answer, staring up the ceiling.

He's only saying those things because he feels sorry for me. Because we're locked in this elevator together and he feels obligated to.

And then I felt a hand on my foot.

I practically jumped into the air, my eyes snapping up to see Parker sitting next to me.

"Any guy would be lucky to have you Emily," Parker said, sincerely, before crashing his lips onto mine.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling myself up so that I was straddling him.

I felt him start to unbutton my shirt, and I didn't stop him, instead deepening the kiss.

And then the elevator lights came back on, the elevator lurching back into motion.

I fell back in surprise, Parker and I staring at each other wordlessly.

And then we both stood up, Parker running his fingers through his hair while I buttoned back up my shirt, my cheeks flaring red.

This was not supposed to happen. No, correction. This absolutely could not happen.

I looked back down across the elevator, where the blood drips were still on the floor, and then my eyes travelled over to Parker's arm.

He'd wrapped a bandana around his arm.

"Where'd you get the bandana from?" I asked, my eyes flickering up to meet his.

"It was in my pocket," he muttered.

Because that made all the sense in the world.

I nodded, my eyes flickering around the elevator.

"So that never happened," Parker clarified.

"Right," I agreed, with a quick nod.

And then the elevator doors opened, signaling we'd reached the lobby.

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So what did you guys think about Emily's Risky Business tribute? What about Parker & Emily getting locked in the elevator together? Were you surprised by any of their confessions? And then what about the end there, where things got heated? Did you expect things to escalate like that?

The picture up at the top was a former cover for the story, created by oreo2395. What do you guys think?

Verizon FiOS is completely down in my house right now, meaning that I don't have internet, phone, or TV. So I'm updating off of my mobile hotspot right now, and it's a pain in my ass. What usually takes me a total of 2 minutes is taking about 20+ and I'm ready to shoot someone.

Teaser: It's time for Thanksgiving. Can anyone say Family Reunion?

Update: For the early update I'm asking for 1,300 comments and 2,500 votes. If there's no early update, then I'll see you on Monday! Love you guys.