Bad Boys Don't Cry

Chapter Eighteen: My Teddy Bear Is Talking, Bennett!

"Parker, I-"

"Listen to him, Bails." Bennett said, placing pancake mix in a bowl, "You'll end up forced in his arms if you don't."

I rolled my eyes, before laying next to Parker as he enveloped his arms around me, "You're my teddy bear." He giggled, holding me by the hips.

"Bennett!" I called, knowing I won't get out of this.

"My teddy bear is talking Bennett!" Parker squealed, hugging me tighter.

Bennett looked over at our direction and chuckled to himself, "Isn't it a cool affect?" Bennett asked.

"Teddy's so cute and small and cute..." Parker listed.

"Bennett!" I laughed as Parker started tickling me, "Help... Me!" I said in between laughs.

"Parker..." Bennett said in a warning tone, "Stop, or else I'm going to take away your stuffed animal." Bennett threatened, making me hope he continues to tickle me. I do not want to be Parker's teddy bear for the whole day.

Parker frowned in discontent, "Fine. I'm just going to talk to it." Parker grumbled, making me plead silently to Bennett, "I'm gonna tell you all my secrets."

"No, Parker that's not going to end well for the both of-"

"So?" He questioned, holding me closer to his chest.

"Um... Bailey? Do you think I could just step out for a second? I'm going to get some eggs and bacon. There's a supermarket just five minutes away." Bennett said.

"But... Bennett, Parker's-"

"Please. Just be authoritative. He'll listen." He said, "I don't think just pancakes will do for four hungry teenagers."

"Fine." I sighed, reluctantly agreeing, "Hurry up."

"I'll be back in twenty minutes." He smiled, washing his hands.

Bennett slipped on his shoes, and got his keys and jacket then waved goodbye as he closed the door, "Anyway," Parker slurred, "I'm special!" He laughed.

"What do you mean by that, Parker?" I asked, knowing he wouldn't listen to a 'teddy bear' when told to stop.

"I'm just a really special bean is what I mean." He slurred.

"Parker, I-"

"But we're sharing secrets, aren't we Teddy?" He asked, pouting.

"Fine." I sighed, hoping he wouldn't say anything he'd regret if he was sober which is highly unlikely.

"Did I ever tell you I have glasses?" He asked.

"Yeah." I nodded, "You had them in eighth grade."

He nodded along with me, then there was a pause, "I can't see color..." He said, randomly, giggling drunkenly, "It's amazing. Just grey, black, and white! My parents didn't even know, and they're gone. My brother only knew. They thought I just couldn't read due to my slight blindness, amazing how they didn't know."

"Parker. Please don't continue. I'd much rather be told this information when you're actually thinking straight."

I thought he'd listen, but he continued, "I'm pathetic. I didn't even bother telling my parents-"