I woke up to the sunlight streaming through my window. And with a pounding headache. I have no memory of coming home last night, but my headache was too awful for me to try to figure it out. I lied in bed for a few more minutes before venturing out into the hallway and then into the kitchen and living room. The apartment was empty. What was going on? I pulled the orange juice out of the refrigerator and poured myself some, sipping on it as I went over to the other cabinets. I began to open them, still unsure of where everything was. But I was in some desperate need of Tylenol to kill this headache. As I finally found the medicine cabinet, the door clicked open, and Parker came in, shirtless and an armband strapped around his arm. "Where's Emmett?" I called out to him. He didn't even spare me a glance, heading back to his bedroom. Asshole. I began to leaf through the medicine cabinet, searching for Tylenol. I couldn't help but notice the increased amount of prescriptions on Emmett's name. "What're you doing?" a voice behind me asked. I turned to see Parker, still shirtless but now considerably less sweaty. "Looking for Tylenol," I huffed. "You won't find it in there." "This is the medicine cabinet!" He rolled his eyes, opening the refrigerator and pulling out the orange juice. "That's pretty much all Emmett's." I stared into the cabinet. "You're joking." He unscrewed the top off the orange juice carton and went to drink. "Stop!" I screeched. He dropped the carton on the floor in surprise, spilling orange juice everywhere. "What the hell was that?" Parker demanded, clearly pissed off. "You were going to drink from the carton," I pointed out, as he picked the now half-empty carton up off the floor. "Yeah," he agreed, pressing the carton to his mouth and taking a swig before screwing the top back on. I felt like I was going to puke. A smirk spread across Parker's face. "You drank out of this?" "You're a disgusting animal." "Now is that anyway to talk to the only person in this apartment who knows where the Tylenol is?" And now I was officially pissed off. I tackled him to the ground, catching him by surprise and laying him flat out in a mess of orange juice. "Where is it?" I asked, straddling his stomach. "Now Emily," he said, with a half-smile. "If you wanted me, all you had to was-" "What the hell is going on?" a third voice demanded. Parker's smile widened and my heart sank. I turned to see Emmett standing there, his running armband still strapped around his arm. And he was not happy. "Parker won't tell me where the Tylenol is," I complained. Emmett continued to stare at the two of us, so I used that time to stand up, folding my arms across my chest. "You'll need to get a mop," Parker informed me, standing up as well. He shook out his orange juice soaked hair, running his fingers through it. "I don't think so," I huffed. "I'm not the one that spilled the orange juice." "Enough," Emmett ordered, coming back into the kitchen. I hadn't even noticed him leave. He handed me the mop. "I don't think so." "Go take a shower, you fucking stink," Emmett informed Parker. Parker smirked at me before disappearing around the corner. "You're crazy," I informed him, raising my eyebrows. "Oh take responsibility for this one, would you?" I stared at him for a few moments, taken off-guard by his hostile attitude. "Sorry," he muttered. He took the mop from me. "This one time only, for being a douche." He reached up into a cabinet, handing me some Tylenol. I kissed his cheek before popping the top off, taking a couple. "So what's got your panties in a wad?" I asked, hopping up on the counter to avoid stepping in the orange juice mess. He was silent as he mopped up the kitchen before turning to face me. "What?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at him. "I got a phone call this morning." "Did you get a girl pregnant?" His eyes widened. "What?" "Just throwing it out there." He rolled his eyes. "No. Shut up and listen, would you?" I ran a zipper across my lips, smiling at him. "It was from mom." I rolled my eyes. "Not where I thought this was going." "They were boarding their flight this morning," he continued, ignoring my remark. "Where to today?" I asked. Last time I'd heard they were in Florida, but I knew they were starting some big project in New York. "Here." My heart felt like it stopped beating. "What?" "Mom and dad are headed here." "Why?" "Why do you think?" I continued to stare at him, unsure of what he was trying to imply. "To check on you." "I'm fine." He shrugged, hopping up on the adjoining counter. "They want to see it for themselves." I groaned, shaking my head. "No." "It's not actually an option." He checked his phone. "I have to leave here in 30 minutes to pick them up from the airport. Are you coming?" "No." He laughed. "Alright, well be here when we get back then?" I shrugged. "It's not that bad Em." "It's not you they're coming to check up on, now is it?" "They'll probably stay for a day, two at most. We can manage." Emmett, always the optimist. ~*~ "What the hell are you watching?" Parker's voice asked behind me. I ignored him, eating another cheeto and turning up the volume a bit. And then Parker sat on the opposite end of the couch.