Thin Ice
Parker felled onto the couch with a muffled groan. He didn't feel like seeing anyone or talking to anyone and all he wanted to do was sleep until tomorrow came, but he couldn't. He couldn't just sleep because he no longer had a room, well he did but it wasn't really his own. A little buggard name Keegan was too busy occupying it with his loud keyboard. Parker didn't even want to go into the room anyway. He was too embarrassed of what he said before. He hadn't meant to say it but, as always, he wasn't thinking. There was something about Keegan that had made Parker take an instant disliking to him and that was just further fuel towards it. He wasn't sure what it was about him but just the thought of him made Parker frustrated. Maybe it was how he was just a little too withdrawn sometimes or how he wasn't so good at throwing back insults. The worst of it was that Parker couldn't do anything about it. He knew he was walking on thin ice with his parents and he didn't want to ruin it anymore than he already had. He had to be careful here, but Keegan was proving that to be difficult. If he was someone else he could have just ignored them, but instead out of all the peopl it was his bunk mate. He rolled over onto his stomach so that one arm was positioned under his chin and the other was dangling freely off the side. He was pretty sure no one else was in the house besides Keegan and him so he was sure the couch was the safest bet to lounge on. He rested his cheek against his arm as he turned his attention away from his thoughts and to the tv that was shoving football.
