Parker decided he'd be on Charlotte's side. After all, she needed someone to be on her side. Or perhaps, it was the idea that he always got along with Charlotte and not Rachel.
"What is really going on with you?" Rachel snapped.
"You are, not the nicest person, sometimes." He knew he had to say it like that. Otherwise, well, he didn't want to get in trouble.
"Have you been listening to Charlotte?" Rachel gave him a look.
"Well, of course," Parker shrugged with his arms crossed. "She just needs someone to listen. She listens to you all the time. Maybe there is something else going on other than having to go to these dinners and what-not that you are suppose to be going to."
"She doesn't want to babysit for me, anymore." Rachel rolled her eyes as she was getting her hot tea out of the microwave in the breakroom. "That would just be so beneath her." She was in a huff now. Parker knew he'd hit a nerve.
"Just be a friend, will you. She's not your maid." Parker gave her a glare.
"Well, what are you?" Rachel scowled. "Her big brother or something?"
Parker gritted a wince.
"The holidays are coming, you two get this worked out. Or, or the library party will be no fun at all." He gave up and went back to the computer lab where he generally had to be. He thought about what Rachel said about him being a big brother. Well, he had always wanted a little sister. The closest he had was a gay brother and that just didn't cut it.