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Chapter Ⅱ
Parker went home the next day a couple hours after waking up. We said our goodbyes for the day, and I told him I might message him, if I don't fall asleep first, but I didn't. Not because I fell asleep, but I was afraid to for some reason. Don't get me wrong, I love him. I really love him, and I never thought he's actually like me back, so that makes me happy. It's just... I really don't know. I guess I just expected him to avoid me instead of kiss me. Maybe the news hasn't completely hit me yet.

On Monday, two days after Parker stayed the night, I go to school and decide to set out and find my violin instructor. Only a few people play violin, but we wanted it enough that Mr. Stokes let us find an instructor. It looks for a second like Parker is just walking inside from the doors, and I hesitate. I don't know what's come over me, but I freeze when I see him. The snow that falls suddenly seems to slow down and the people seem to slow with it. My friend, Zéda, comes up behind me and startles me, probably inadvertently. "Teri, what are you looking at?"

"Nothing. Just spaced out." That's my excuse so much that I'll optimistically come off as a daydreamer. "What's up?"

"Not a lot." She replies. I think that's a universal reply. Natural reaction, maybe? Who knows, maybe it's become encoded in our genes. "I finally got the earrings I've been looking at for the past month!"

"That's great!" I say with a smile. That smile, it takes a bit of fear away from Parker. At the same time, it makes me more scared of something, but what?

One short conversation with a person. That's part of my mental checklist for a day done. Now to find my instructor.

The school day goes by, mostly normal. Lunch and recess are spent in the library instead of the biology lab, though. Global history, though, is kind of awkward. I sit right beside Parker. We don't talk much. We do our work (well, I do mine, he just scrolls through wish.com) and we converse a bit about the northern ice caps.

When the day ends, we pack our stuff, and we go to the doors downstairs to go to our buses. We hug, and he gives me this sad, worried kid look. "Teri, is there something wrong?" Parker asks.

"No, why?" Stupid question, Teri. Stupid.

"You didn't really talk much today. And you didn't say anything yesterday. I messaged you, but you didn't reply." He sounds like a mix between upset and... disappointed?

"You messaged me?" I didn't check any of my messages yesterday. I went to find out if I could get my ring re-sized, then I wandered around for a while.

"Yeah...." Sounds more like a question.

"Oh, Damn it. I'm sorry. I wasn't home most of yesterday, and I took a bath as soon as I got home, then I went to bed..." Wow. Even I know how lame that sounds. “I’m sorry, Parker.”

"Stop apologizing!" According to him, I always apologize too much. I didn't even know that was possible. "Dude, if you don't want to go out, why did you let me stay the night on Saturday?"

"No, it's not that. I'm happy that we're together," That word. Happy? I don't even know if I am. "I'm glad that you like me too. I just... I expected the opposite when I walked in and you were sleeping on my couch. The news probably hasn't quite passed through me yet."

"I can see that you're happy about something, but it’s also like you're avoiding me." Parker recognizes more than I expect.

"I'm sorry." I just breathe it out quietly. "I didn't mean to avoid you." I can't help but start shaking. "I'm just... I- I don't know. I'm glad you like me too. I don't know what's wrong."

When I start rambling, he stops me and wraps his arms around me to try to calm me down. It works for just a moment until I start shaking more.

"I think I need to go get some sleep or something. Maybe drink less coffee." He seemed to take the coffee part as the cause of my shaking because his reply is kind of funny.

"Yeah, you're vibrating more than my Playstation controller. No more coffee, only tea." Damn.

The bus ride home is okay, mostly because I have new headphones with me for my music, drowning out the sounds of the whole bus being rowdy. Usually, there's six or seven kids in the back constantly yelling and cursing each other (one literally performing curses), but thankfully my headphones cancel out other noise, especially with the music on. I just keep thinking about that hug, and wish I asked him to come with me.

The bus lets me off and I walk up the tiny road to the parking lot where my dad tells me he's on his way to work. I walk into the building and take the three flights of stairs to the carpeted top floor. It's not a very tall building, but it is wide. The door doesn't resist because my dad knows that I have my key.

The cat isn't here anymore. My mother gave her to a good family that got her fixed. We couldn't afford that, so we had to deal with months of loud meowing and annoyingly "presenting" every time we tried to pat her. Now that she's gone, there's no food dish or water dish on the floor, the litter box went with her (along with the smell), and the ornaments on the Christmas tree are safe from energetic paws playing with the, and knocking them down where they could be stepped upon and broken.

The day goes by a bit slowly, mostly due to my boredom. Playing the Legend Of Zelda doesn't really do much for that. I give up after only 40 minutes (but it feels like 40 days) and go to bed early, using half my brain capacity to try and figure out what's scaring me so much. Fortunately, the fear goes away for a bit with my thoughts of him.

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Chapter Ⅱ
Parker went home the next day a couple hours after waking up. We said our goodbyes for the day, and I told him I might message him, if I don't fall asleep first, but I didn't. Not because I fell asleep, but I was afraid to for some reason. Don't get me wrong, I love him. I really love him, and I never thought he's actually like me back, so that makes me happy. It's just... I really don't know. I guess I just expected him to avoid me instead of kiss me. Maybe the news hasn't completely hit me yet.

On Monday, two days after Parker stayed the night, I go to school and decide to set out and find my violin instructor. Only a few people play violin, but we wanted it enough that Mr. Stokes let us find an instructor. It looks for a second like Parker is just walking inside from the doors, and I hesitate. I don't know what's come over me, but I freeze when I see him. The snow that falls suddenly seems to slow down and the people seem to slow with it. My friend, Zéda, comes up behind me and startles me, probably inadvertently. "Teri, what are you looking at?"

"Nothing. Just spaced out." That's my excuse so much that I'll optimistically come off as a daydreamer. "What's up?"

"Not a lot." She replies. I think that's a universal reply. Natural reaction, maybe? Who knows, maybe it's become encoded in our genes. "I finally got the earrings I've been looking at for the past month!"

"That's great!" I say with a smile. That smile, it takes a bit of fear away from Parker. At the same time, it makes me more scared of something, but what?

One short conversation with a person. That's part of my mental checklist for a day done. Now to find my instructor.

The school day goes by, mostly normal. Lunch and recess are spent in the library instead of the biology lab, though. Global history, though, is kind of awkward. I sit right beside Parker. We don't talk much. We do our work (well, I do mine, he just scrolls through wish.com) and we converse a bit about the northern ice caps.

When the day ends, we pack our stuff, and we go to the doors downstairs to go to our buses. We hug, and he gives me this sad, worried kid look. "Teri, is there something wrong?" Parker asks.

"No, why?" Stupid question, Teri. Stupid.

"You didn't really talk much today. And you didn't say anything yesterday. I messaged you, but you didn't reply." He sounds like a mix between upset and... disappointed?

"You messaged me?" I didn't check any of my messages yesterday. I went to find out if I could get my ring re-sized, then I wandered around for a while.

"Yeah...." Sounds more like a question.

"Oh, Damn it. I'm sorry. I wasn't home most of yesterday, and I took a bath as soon as I got home, then I went to bed..." Wow. Even I know how lame that sounds. “I’m sorry, Parker.”

"Stop apologizing!" According to him, I always apologize too much. I didn't even know that was possible. "Dude, if you don't want to go out, why did you let me stay the night on Saturday?"

"No, it's not that. I'm happy that we're together," That word. Happy? I don't even know if I am. "I'm glad that you like me too. I just... I expected the opposite when I walked in and you were sleeping on my couch. The news probably hasn't quite passed through me yet."

"I can see that you're happy about something, but it’s also like you're avoiding me." Parker recognizes more than I expect.

"I'm sorry." I just breathe it out quietly. "I didn't mean to avoid you." I can't help but start shaking. "I'm just... I- I don't know. I'm glad you like me too. I don't know what's wrong."

When I start rambling, he stops me and wraps his arms around me to try to calm me down. It works for just a moment until I start shaking more.

"I think I need to go get some sleep or something. Maybe drink less coffee." He seemed to take the coffee part as the cause of my shaking because his reply is kind of funny.

"Yeah, you're vibrating more than my Playstation controller. No more coffee, only tea." Damn.

The bus ride home is okay, mostly because I have new headphones with me for my music, drowning out the sounds of the whole bus being rowdy. Usually, there's six or seven kids in the back constantly yelling and cursing each other (one literally performing curses), but thankfully my headphones cancel out other noise, especially with the music on. I just keep thinking about that hug, and wish I asked him to come with me.

The bus lets me off and I walk up the tiny road to the parking lot where my dad tells me he's on his way to work. I walk into the building and take the three flights of stairs to the carpeted top floor. It's not a very tall building, but it is wide. The door doesn't resist because my dad knows that I have my key.

The cat isn't here anymore. My mother gave her to a good family that got her fixed. We couldn't afford that, so we had to deal with months of loud meowing and annoyingly "presenting" every time we tried to pat her. Now that she's gone, there's no food dish or water dish on the floor, the litter box went with her (along with the smell), and the ornaments on the Christmas tree are safe from energetic paws playing with the, and knocking them down where they could be stepped upon and broken.

The day goes by a bit slowly, mostly due to my boredom. Playing the Legend Of Zelda doesn't really do much for that. I give up after only 40 minutes (but it feels like 40 days) and go to bed early, using half my brain capacity to try and figure out what's scaring me so much. Fortunately, the fear goes away for a bit with my thoughts of him.