"Parker Adams?" I demanded. "Emily?" he asked, confusion written across his face. "Parker, what the hell are you doing in my sister's bedroom?" Emmett asked. "The fuck if I know," Parker said. "I thought this was my bedroom." He smirked at Emmett. "Nice boxers." "Get out!" I ordered, my heart rate slowly dropping back to normal. "Feisty," Parker muttered, a smirk on his face. "Don't pretend like you don't like it." "Parker, enough," Emmett ordered. Parker left my room, flashing me a smile. "Parker Adams is your roommate?" I demanded to Emmett. "Uh, yeah?" Emmett asked, rubbing the back of his neck. "Didn't I mention that?" "No, not really," I hissed. "Oh." "Oh? Your idiot friend just climbed, half-naked, into my bed." "Can we argue about this when it's not 2 AM?" he asked, with a yawn. "Whatever," I mumbled, reaching over and turning off my lamp. "Love you Emily," Emmett called. "Go to hell," I muttered. ~*~ "I made coffee," Emmett said, poking his head in my door. "And pancakes." He was trying to suck-up after what happened last night. "Be there in a sec," I said, with a sigh. I shimmied out of bed and pulled on a t-shirt over my sports bra and left my yoga pants. I ran my fingers through my hair as I headed out into the kitchen. Emmett was dressed in a t-shirt and gym shorts, and I had no doubt he'd already gone on a morning run. "I made you pancakes," he said, placing two on a plate for me. "And your coffee mug is already on the counter." "This doesn't make up for anything," I said, a seat at the counter. "Aw, come on," he said, flashing me a genuine smile. "I woke up early just to make you pancakes." "You invited Parker Adams to live in our apartment." "It didn't exactly happen like that." "Oh really? Then how did it exactly happen?" The apartment door opened, and Parker walked in. He was shirtless and wearing a pair of gym shorts and Nikes, his headphones in his ear and his phone strapped to his arm. "You made pancakes?" Parker asked, dropping his headphones and unstrapping his phone from his arm. "Not for you," Emmett scoffed. "But there is some batter leftover if you want to make your own." "Gee thanks," Parker said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But I think I'll have to pass." He headed back to his bedroom without even acknowledging my presence. "He's such an ass," I whined to Emmett. "He's pretty chill," Emmett argued, taking a sip of his coffee. "You just have to give him a chance." "Why would I want to?" "Because we're all living in an apartment together?" Emmett suggested. "Yeah, no." He smirked at me, finishing off his first pancake. "So I have to work today." "Have fun." "My work schedule is posted on the refrigerator," he said, pointing to it. "It's updated every two weeks." I nodded. "So if you ever need me, just check my schedule." "Got it." He poured himself some coffee into a travel mug and then headed back to his room. "I'd suggest taking your turn in the bathroom now before Parker uses up all the hot water!" I finished off my pancakes before heading back to my room. I grabbed my bag with all my toiletries and headed to the only bathroom in the apartment. "You didn't tell me your sister was coming back," I heard Parker say. I leaned against the wall, eavesdropping. "I've been telling you for two weeks," Emmett argued. "And it's been written on the schedule." "Stop it with that stupid schedule," Parker groaned. "And is she going to be living here?" "Yes Parker, we discussed this!" Emmett whisper-shouted. "I never agreed to this." "Well you're going to have to get over it. That's my sister." I heard Parker groan. "Good, now go into your pigsty of a bedroom and find my shin guards that I let you borrow," Emmett ordered. I quickly stepped into the bathroom so they wouldn't know I heard their argument. I guess my hatred for Parker goes two ways. ~*~ "I can't believe you're back!" Michelle squealed, throwing her arms around my neck. I gave her a tight hug, a smile stretching across my face. "I have so much to tell you," she gushed, sitting across from me at the table I'd saved. "Emily," the Starbucks barista called. I went and grabbed my coffee before retaking my seat. "Start talking missy." She held up a finger. "Michelle," the Starbucks barista called. I laughed as Michelle went over and got her Frappuccino. "I don't even know where to start," she said, taking a sip of her overpriced milkshake. "How's the team?" I asked. "We didn't make it to Nationals last year," she said, making a face. "Mrs. Kline was pissed." "Of course she was." "Yeah, so that was fun." "How's school?" "Did you hear about Veronica Mahoney?" I made a face. "She called my brother yesterday for a booty call." Michelle busted out into laughter. "Totally disgusting." "Tell me about it." "So speaking of your brother, how is it to be back with him again?" "I missed him so much," I admitted. "We were so close when I left, so I hope we can get back to that." "What did you guys do last night?" "Pigged out and watched TV." "You guys are so predictable." I laughed, before gasping. "What?" she demanded. "Did you know about Parker Adams?" I demanded. "You mean that he's roomies with your brother?" "Yeah, that!" "Everybody knows." "Well I didn't," I huffed. "And last night, in the middle of the night, a half-naked Parker climbed into my bed." "Are you kidding?" "No! He said he thought it was his bed." Michelle busted out into laughter. "Yeah, it wasn't so funny to me. It scared the living shit out of me." "So are you going to the boys' soccer game tonight?" I nodded. "It'll be the first time I've seen Emmett play since the 9th grade." Michelle smiled. "This will be so much fun!" I rolled my eyes. "That was such a cheerleader answer." She pointed her Frappuccino at me. "Don't ever call me a cheerleader." We both busted out into laughter before heading out of Starbucks, our drinks in hand. "Are you coming over?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at her. "To your apartment?" I nodded. "That depends, do I have a chance of seeing your brother or Parker Adams shirtless?" "Gross!" I groaned. She laughed. "Yeah, I'll come over. We can hang out until the game tonight." She leaned up against my car. "When are you coming back to school?" "Monday," I said, unlocking my car. "I thought it was pointless to start school on a Friday." "Hey I'm not arguing," she said, heading to her own car. "It gives me the perfect excuse to skip school."