My Brother's Best Friend

Chap. 30

"How did it go?" I asked, as Parker came in the door.

Lee stormed in behind him, and I tensed up as I heard the bedroom door slam.

"That's how it went," Parker informed me, heading over to the refrigerator.

"I'm sorry," I said, heading over to the kitchen.

"It's my fault," Parker said, pulling a beer out of the refrigerator.

I raised my eyebrows at him, reaching across the counter and swiping it away.

"I've had a long day," he defended.

"And we don't turn to alcohol to deal with our problems," I retorted, putting the beer back into the refrigerator and handing him a coke. "Especially when we're 18 years old."

He rolled his eyes, popping the top on the coke.

"So what happened?" I asked, hopping up on the counter and massaging his shoulders.

"I forced him to go to the therapist," Parker explained, with a sigh. "And then afterwards we got into this huge argument."

"How huge?"

"He told me he hated me."

I winced.

"And I told him that he could hate me all he wanted, but that didn't change the fact that he needed help."

"So you want all dad on him," I filled in.

"Right," Parker agreed. "Then the fight just escalated and I ended up pulling over to the side of the road so I didn't ram the fucking car into a post."

"Ouch."

"It was bad," Parker agreed. He turned to face me, taking another sip of his coke. "We've never had a fight that bad. Minor disputes here and there, but never where he told he that he hated me."

"He didn't mean it," I defended. "He's just lashing out over the whole therapy thing."

"I don't know," Parker muttered, hopping up onto the counter next to me. "You didn't hear him."

"But I've heard him before, and I know that he loves you," I said, reaching up to kiss his cheek. "I mean, how could he not?"

Parker bent down and kissed me on the lips.

"You should talk to him," I whispered.

"Let's just focus on us for a minute," Parker muttered, pulling me into his lap.

I wanted to argue, tell him that he should go and console Lee.

But we hadn't had time to just focus on us since Lee's depression first hit. And I couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of Parker's lips on mine.

"Let's take this back to my bedroom," I whispered, before pressing my lips to his neck.

He hopped up off the counter, picking up me up with him.

I let out a squeal as he carried me back to my bedroom.

Part of me knew that this was just Parker's way of releasing after his fight with Lee.

But the other part of me needed this. The selfish part wanted to have Parker all to myself, not the responsible, legal guardian Parker, but the high school jock one.

Parker laid me down on my bed, and I reached up to unbutton his shirt.

"I don't have anything," Parker whispered. "It's back in my bedroom."

Where Lee is, right.

"Well lucky for you, I'm not a saint," I whispered back, reaching over and opening my night stand drawer.