we ended up walking to the park. it was only five minutes away from my house. i never been here but i swear this park looks familiar. "i wish i had a sibling." parker looks at the kids play. we sit on a bench. "you're an only child?" i say surprised.

"kind of. not really." he turns to me. "what does that even mean?" i say confused. "i have an older sister but she's never around." he looks down. the mood changed a little. i see he doesn't want to talk about it.

"yeah well siblings suck. i like having a brother sometimes though. i don't have to share my clothes and stuff so that's cool." i bite my cheek.

a few seconds later, i get hit in the face with a ball. "oh my god." i quickly cover my face. i hear parker laughing up a storm. "i am so so so sorry!" i feel a hand on my shoulder.

"it's okay." i move my hands to see but my glasses got knocked off. this is so embarrassing. why is this my life? i try to see who's in front of me but they're blurry. "here." this voice isn't parkers. he's still laughing.

i reach out and when i touch my glasses i put them on. thank the lord, i can see better. i wipe the tears that escaped my eyes. i look at my shoulder. it's a guys hand.

i follow the hand to the person standing in front of me. "oh." i accidentally slip out. this boy had golden brown, messy hair and blue eyes. his tan skin glowed under the sun. another gorgeous boy, i really am lucky. "again i really am sorry." he said and i snapped back out of my trance.

"it's okay, i'm fine." i get up off the bench. "bye." i start walking back to my house. i'm so embarrassed.

"you left your mug." parker holds my cup in front of him. i flipped him off and he tried not to laugh. "i'm so sorry for laughing but that was the funniest thing i've seen in my life." i highly doubt that.

"whatever parker." i keep walking. "how's your head?" he asks seriously. "it's fine." i don't look at him. we're almost by my house again.

there was a quick period of parker not laughing but then he starts laughing again. "shut up!" i stop and i punch him. "ow!" he puts the mugs down on the ground. "fiesty."

"you ass, you didn't even help me." i try to punch him again but this time he held my hand and pulled me into him. abort abort abort!

he stops laughing but his smile is still there. i look at his lips and then his eyes. i smile back. parker leans in and so do i. once again we're kissing.

how is this happening? i don't pull away this time. his left hand is on my waist while the other is on the side of my face. the kiss lasts until i accidentally kicked over one of the mugs and jump back. "whoops." i pick them up. i look at parker and he's just standing there with a smirk. he fixes my glasses then goes back to his stance. "what happened to no kissing?" i raise my eyebrows.

"what kiss?" he starts to walk. ugh!

parker left when we got to my house. i walked in not expecting natalie to still be here but she was. "hey." i said putting the mugs in the sink. "hey."

"so spill." she sat on the couch. "you first." i take my shoes off and sit next to her. "your brother is cool." she turns on the tv staring straight ahead with a big grin on her face. "parker is cool." i also smile and lay my head on her shoulder.

she turns on gilmore girls and we watch tv until it got late.

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"so i was right." i walk up to my brothers door. "about what?" he says. i walk in and i sit on his bed. on second thought, i get up and sit in his desk chair instead. "you and nat." i watch him closely. "yeah whatever, she's chill." he tries to play it off but fails. he's blushing. my brother is blushing!

"thanks for interrupting earlier." he fake smiles. "how was i supposed to know?" i throw my hands up in defense. "knock first maybe." he says and i can't even say anything. i should've knocked. "you're right. my bad."

"it's alright. was natalie upset when you yelled at her?" noah starts cleaning up his floor. "i didn't yell at her."

he looks up. "really?" i scoff. "why would i yell at her? if anything i'm excited. if she's happy, i'm happy. she could do better though." i say the last part under my breath.

"you know you're not all bad." he walks up to me and tries to give me a fist bump. i hesitate before giving him one. we used to do that when we were little. "goodnight. you better treat my best friend right, i know where you sleep." i get up and i walk out. "get out."