"Get up!" Emmett called into my bedroom. "We've got to unload Parker's car before he leaves." "Go away," I groaned, pulling a pillow over face. "Move it," Emmett ordered, before heading down the hall. I let out a long groan, pressing the pillow to my face before sliding out of bed. I pulled a hoodie on over my tank top and went out into the kitchen. The apartment door was open, and neither one of the boys were in. "You look like you just climbed out of a meth lab," Parker commented, as he came inside with his arms full of stuff from the boat yesterday. "You look like shit," I muttered. "Good one." "It's early okay? Shut up." "Are you coming to help? Or are you going to stand here, alone, in the kitchen?" I ignored him, heading outside with a yawn. It should be illegal to be awake this early. "Look who finally crawled out of bed," Emmett commented, as I joined him at Parker's Ford Edge. "My foot is going to crawl up your ass if you don't shut up." "There's that morning sunshine," Emmett said, with a laugh before heading back inside. "So are we going to talk about yesterday?" Parker asked, once Emmett was gone. "What about it?" "The fact that you kissed me?" "I kissed you to win the bet, to play my music." I raised my eyebrows at him. "It didn't mean anything." "Okay, good," he agreed, with a sigh. I rolled my eyes. "Don't worry Parker, I'm definitely not falling for you." "Well you won't be able to resist these much longer," he said, flexing his muscles. "Put that away before you hurt yourself." I opened up the backseat door, letting out another yawn. "Oh darn." "What?" Parker asked. "Lee didn't pick up his shoes yesterday." Parker stared at me for a couple of moments like I was a full-fledged idiot. "What?" I asked, self-consciously. "Did you want to keep them or something?" "Why the hell would Lee have picked up his shoes yesterday?" "Because we went out with the team." "And?" This time I stared at him. "And that would've been the perfect time for him to pick up his shoes. What's not clicking here?" "Everything. I have no idea why you'd think that Lee would come out with the team." "Because he's a part of the team!" "What the hell are you talking about?" I honestly felt like screaming because I was so fed up with this conversation. "So in the time that I made a round-trip, you guys managed to stand here?" Emmett asked us. "Your sister is driving me insane," Parker informed Emmett. "He's driving me insane!" I countered. "You guys are both insane," Emmett reasoned. "Now unload the fucking car." He grabbed some more stuff before heading upstairs. "What do you want me to do with these shoes?" I asked Parker. "Leave them in the car so I can return them to Lee." "Why didn't you just return them to him yesterday?" "Because he wasn't there!" Parker exploded. "Emily, I don't follow your logic." "I don't follow yours!" "Why would my brother be on an outing with the soccer team?" Wait, what? I stared at him for a few moments, absorbing what he just said. "Did you just say brother?" "For fuck's sake, who did you think Lee was?" "A member of the soccer team." Parker face-palmed himself, sliding his hand down his face and then staring at me. "That's what this whole conversation has been about?" "Yes!" "Lee is my brother Emily. Lee Adams." "I didn't know that! I didn't even know you had a brother." "And I made another trip," Emmett said, rejoining us. "Seriously guys, what the hell?" "Your sister is an idiot," Parker informed him. "Parker is an asshole." "I'm not unloading anything else," Emmett said, throwing his hands up in the air before turning around and heading back inside the apartment complex. "Well where is Lee?" I asked Parker, out of curiosity. Why hadn't I seen him around school? "Miami." "Oh, is he in college?" Parker sighed. "Help me unload the rest of the car and then we'll talk about Lee." "Why can't you just tell me now?" "Because it's a long-ass story and your brother will rip both of our heads off if we don't get this done." I sighed, complying with Parker and helping him to unload his Ford. There wasn't much left, Emmett getting most of it done, and it only took Parker and me two trips. "It's about time," Emmett informed us, as Parker closed the apartment door behind us. "So about Lee," I said to Parker, ignoring Emmett. "What about him?" Emmett asked. "Your sister thought Lee was a guy on the team," Parker said to Emmett. "Why?" "Because why would I think Parker has a brother?" I asked. "Nothing would ever lead me to that conclusion." "I would love to stay and listen to you guys' weird chat," Emmett said, with a laugh, "but I've got to get to work." Parker and Emmett did their bro-handshake before Emmett gave me a tight hug. "What time do you get off?" I asked him, as he headed out the door. "Check the schedule!" Emmett called back, before closing the apartment door behind him. "That damn schedule, I swear," Parker muttered. "So back to Lee," I said, returning to our earlier topic. "Okay," Parker agreed. "What about him?" "Why is your brother in Miami?" "Right," Parker agreed. He sighed, taking a seat on a barstool. "I actually don't know where to start." "I'd try the beginning." He rolled his eyes, but didn't laugh. And that's when I knew this was serious. "Okay, so I'll start at the beginning of last summer," Parker stated, with a sigh. "I was at a soccer tournament at Disney and my parents were driving up to see me play. On their way they got into a wreck." I didn't like where this story was going. I could see it in Parker's eyes, feel the sadness radiating off of him. "My dad died upon impact. My mom died a couple of days later." I felt like I was going to throw-up.