i close my locker. finally, the end of the day. i readjust my glasses and i start to leave. i take my keys out as i walk to the senior parking lot. "bri!" i hear parkers voice. before i turn around, i take my glasses off. man i really need contacts.

i smile as i see him jogging over to me. "still in the mood for ice cream?" he asks. the wind blows his cologne in my face and i take a deep breathe in. man he smells good. "only if you're still buying." i wink ironically. "i am."

i look behind parker at the tree where my friends and i meet up at after school. i sigh of relief when i see no one there. "is ben and jerry's okay?" hell yeah. that was more than okay. "that's perfect."

"cool, i'll meet you there?" he backs up. i nod.

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please don't say something stupid, please don't say something stupid.

"i can't believe you got vanilla when we're at ben and jerry's. that's so basic." i make fun of him which was definitely stupid. "i'm a pretty basic guy." he throws his hands up in defense. parker was definitely not a basic guy. "chunky monkey? interesting." he takes a bite of his ice cream.

"what's so interesting?" i ask. "you look like a cherry garcia or a... coffee, coffee buzz...buzz buzz," parker looks at the poster on the wall with all the flavors. i make a face. "what's up with these ice cream names?" i look at the poster and try to figure out which flavor he is.

"cherry ice cream sounds disgusting and i love coffee, but not coffee ice cream." i shake my head. i hate cherries. "what ice cream am i?" parker asks smiling. i bite the inside of my cheek and i look at the wall. "i'd say s'mores or strawberry cheesecake."

"i can see myself eating strawberry cheesecake, s'mores not so much." i eat a scoop of my ice cream. "why not s'mores? you don't like them?" i ask. he runs his hands through his hair. "because s'mores is a food and they made it into an ice cream. that's like having a cheeseburger and making it into an ice cream, everyone loves cheeseburgers but they would never eat cheeseburger flavored ice cream."

i nod even though i have no idea what he just said.

"interesting logic..." i move my hair out of my face and i take another spoonfull. for a few seconds there's silence. "tell me about you bri." he sits back. i'm caught off guard to be completely honest. parker scoots his cup of ice cream over a bit and shifts his attention onto me. "i want to know things about you." i smile a little. i stare at him wondering if he's being serious.

he genuinely looks interested. "what things? and why?" i wait for an answer. "i've been thinking about what you said. you know, about us knowing each other since freshman year but never actually talking to each other. i want to get to know you."

i can't help but smile. "alright then, my name is bri. i'm a senior at newport high school in bellevue, washington. my favorite color is white, my favorite ice cream flavor is chunky monkey, my favorite movie is..." i stop to actually think. "i have too many! can i pick more than one?" i ask. "nope only one." he grins, i do the opposite. "fine... ten things i hate about you."

parkers facial expression changed instantly. "now that's a classic." i agree. thanks mom for that one. "i'm surprised you know that movie." i say and parker scoffs. "what is that supposed to mean?" he starts to smile again. "i don't know... you don't seem like the type to watch something like that." he laughs.

his laugh is actually the cutest thing ever. "your turn." i take another scoop. "my name is parker grey, i'm also a senior at newport, my favorite color is probably yellow and my favorite movie is the outsiders."

i gasp. "you're kidding? i love that movie." i wasn't expecting that last part. "me too." parker smiles and all i can do is smile right back. "now that i think about it, it makes sense. i would've taken you as a breakfast club lover though." i look at my ice cream. "and why is that?"

before i answer, i wonder if i should say what i was thinking. "you give off john bender vibes." i make him laugh again. "is that a good thing?" i take a deep breath. "if you're into the whole bad boy with a troubled life thing then yes." i sit back. "and are you into that?" woah that backfired on me. "you should eat your ice cream, it's melting." i get myself out of that, 100 points!

parker and i talked about random things while finishing up.

"wow." he says as we walk out. "what?" i ask. when we get to my car i turn to face him. "my bad for never starting a conversation, you're pretty cool."

"it's fine and same to you." i bite the inside of my cheek. there's silence for a second. "so what's next on our journey to get to know each other?" i notice parker step closer. i think of something appropriate. "why don't we swim or something? i have a swimming pool in my backyard."

"it's fifty degrees." he tilts his head. "we just ate ice cream. i also have a jacuzzi." i add. "jacuzzi it is. tomorrow?" i nod. "i'll see you tomorrow bri." i like the way he says my name. "see you tomorrow parker."

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when i got home i made sure that the backyard was clean, including the pools. "what are you doing?" my brother scares me and i drop my trash bag. "don't do that!" i pick the bag up. "do you not see that i'm cleaning?" i continue.

"why the backyard?" he sits on the counter where our bar is. "is it a crime to want the backyard clean?" i cross my arms and stare at him.

he finally shuts up and i go back to cleaning. "where were you?" mind your own business. "oh sorry, i thought i was talking to mom for a second." i throw the bag in our trash can then i walk inside. of course, he follows.

"sorry i want to know where you were for the past two hours." he presses me. i glare at him for a long second. "sorry i have a life and you don't." i say getting ready to walk upstairs. "i do have a life!" i hear him say. before i could even open my mouth to say something my mom came in.

"hey mom." my brother and i greet her. "hey kids." i watch her put her purse down and exhale. i resume walking upstairs but my mom calls me back down. "yes?" i ask. "i'm taking us out for dinner. let's go!" my mom says. "mom you always cook." noah says.

"well i'm not tonight. grab your shit, i'll meet you in the car." and with that, my mom grabs her purse again and walks out the door. "should we be scared?" i ask noah. "not if we're going to southgate garden." noah grabs his jacket off the couch and starts to leave.

i could use some southgate garden right now, i love korean food.