My Brother's Best Friend

Chap. 17

I collapsed down on the couch once I was finished, letting the laughter pour out until I was exhausted.

Sometimes I forget how fun of a person I am.

With a sigh I sat up, flipping on the TV and letting a rerun of Friends play through while I ordered some Crispers Summer Salad to be delivered to the apartment.

While I was watching the Friends episode, Parker came home, surprisingly no girl attached to his arm.

He stared at me for a couple of seconds.

"What?" I asked, self-consciously.

And then he dropped his pants.

"What the hell are you doing?" I demanded, covering my eyes.

"I thought we were having a no pants party," he said, his voice laced with amusement.

And that's when I realized that I never put pants on after my Risky Business tribute.

"If you're going to do a bit of Risky Business in here, at least clean up afterwards," Parker laughed.

"Pull your pants back up," I demanded, my hand still over my eyes. "And then close your eyes."

"Done and done."

I opened my eyes to see him leaning against the counter, his pants back in their proper position, but his eyes trained on me.

"Close your eyes!" I demanded.

"I don't think you have anything to hide at this point."

I threw a pillow at his face before standing up, pulling my shirt down as far as it would go before sliding back to my bedroom.

I might as well enjoy my complete embarrassment.

I pulled on a pair of sweatpants under my button-up Risky Business shirt before going back into the living room.

Parker had changed the channel from Friends to South Park, I show I couldn't appreciate.

I was going to protest, but our telephone rang.

"Must be the front desk," Parker commented.

My Crispers must be here.

I went to grab my wallet as Parker went to leave the apartment.

"Where are you going?" I asked him.

"I left my phone in my car."

"Oh."

We left the apartment together and stepped in the elevator.

"So did you see my 4 goals?" Parker asked, with a smirk.

"And I saw Emmett's-"

I was cut off by the lights in the elevator shutting off and the elevator lurching to a stop.

I let out a scream, falling into the wall at the sudden stop.

"Are you alright?" Parker asked, after a couple of seconds.

"Fine," I answered, breathlessly.

"Well that's great," he muttered. "Because one of us is bleeding."

"How do you know you're bleeding?"

"Because I can feel the cut on my arm?"

I fumbled for my phone and turned on the flashlight.