Just To Have You

Chapter Five

A/N: Okay, so I know it's been almost two weeks, but I've been super busy lately. Finals and all are coming up, so I'm sorry that this one took longer. I know I still barely have any readers, and I was even thinking of stopping this, but I realized this is really just more for myself. Some kind of incentive to keep me writing...anyways, I'll shut up now. Please vote/comment, and maybe...suggest this story to friends if you like it? Thanks guys! 

-Asher Storm

“Erin.”

“Erin!”

I woke with a jump, the hazy cloud of my most recent dream floating away before I could distinguish specific names and places, like most of the good dreams I have. I do remember it had something to do with the first time Parker and I went on an official date- a spinoff of an event I remember as if it was just yesterday.

Parker and I had hung out a bunch of times before our first official date, alone even, but it was silently known between the two of us that we were just friends. I had obviously been crazy about him since the first time we ever spoke; the first time I ever caught a glimpse of his mesmerizing eyes and stunning smile.

He was much more hesitant than I, though.

There were times during the “just friends” stage of our relationship that I found him staring just a little too long at me, or hugging me just a little tighter than usual. But that was it; he never went beyond the imaginary line that divided a friendship and a relationship.

Not until around January of our junior year.

I had been waiting for Parker to make a move for some time up until that point, thinking that if he had any feelings for me at all, he would have acted on them by now. But no, I had the pleasure of watching him continue to hook up with random girls at the parties we would go to, disappearing for a few hours and then resurfacing to act like nothing happened.

I know those girls wanted more; everyone did. Friends, family, hookups-they all wanted more from Parker.

He was that person, you know? The one that seemed so closed off and unattainable that it just made you want to work a little harder for their acceptance, their attention. You wouldn’t succeed with Parker though. No, Parker had skillfully created his own Great Wall of China, built to surround and defend his deepest and most sincere emotions. I had accepted it, and even worked extra hard to not look like I was desperate for his affection.

 I had been getting quite fed up, though.

I knew he knew I felt something for him. Hell, I think everyone knew, even the teachers of the classes we shared probably knew from the way I would spend all of class staring at him as if he was a God. What exactly I was feeling though, I don’t think either of us knew, but we both knew it was something strong.

Something real.

And as I look back, I think that that’s what kept him from acting on it for so long; the intensity of what I felt for him, which surpassed that of whatever those one night stand types claimed to feel for him.

That all changed, though, on what should have been just another Saturday night.

A Saturday night filled with the same type of continuous, awfully redundant parties that identified high school: the same people, same music, alcohol, and the same hormones which never failed to fill those parties up to the brim, acting like a disease that somehow managed to thrive in teenagers. Parties drenched with horny teenagers that used alcohol as an excuse to do stupid and regret-worthy things.

And Parker was a regular.

That Saturday night stands out to me from all the others, though. Everything I wanted, without all the big dramatic gestures of most cliché high school romances, happened that night. I had been standing with Parker, slowly sipping from my plastic red cup- I didn’t want to get too drunk and do something that even half resembled that of what the girls around me were doing- and frankly, I didn’t need it while with Parker.