Hello there! I took a short break from writing but now I'm back with a vengence. This is a story that I've had in mind for a while. It's sort off deep end on the fluff scale and I hope you like it because the NEXT fic that I'm working on now is totally and unbelievable angst filled... but of course, I always put in my B&B romance as well as a few other crazy ideas that I'm still flushing out.

As always... REVIEW please!

She was beautiful. The most beautiful girl he ever saw; not including his mother of course, but otherwise, she was really pretty. The way her hair glistened in the sunlight, the way her head tilted when she laughed; it was perfect. He had been meaning to find the courage in himself to talk to her or even smile at her, but he was having difficulty finding the words to approach her with.

"Parker." The teacher said from the front of the class, "You haven't spoken in a while. How about you give us the answer?" she asked, with a smile on her face.

His brain froze and his mouth dropped open. After a moment of his silence, the heads of his classmates turned to look at him. She turned to look at him. Then the giggling started and he knew he was doomed to spend the rest of the day completely embarrassed. He shook his head, "I… I don't know."

The teacher's smile faded and she exhaled and turned to the rest of the class, "Jenny, why don't you answer?" she asked.

He felt like an idiot as he watch Tara, Lisa and Anna giggle at his expense. Anna, the girl that he had been willing to notice him for the last week was finally noticing him, but only for being stupid in class today. He shook his head at himself and rested on his desk.

It was no secret that Parker was good at many things, basketball, football, hanging upside down on the monkey bars, but when it came to girls, he was a little clueless. His mom always told him that he was good looking and all of her friends seemed to think so too; so why was it that Anna didn't think so?

He sighed, can't anything just be easy, he thought to himself. He was startled when the bell rang and noticed that everyone had been lining up at the door with their things together. His classmates were looking at him again and he jumped out of his seat and ran over to his cubby. By the time he was ready to go, all of his classmates were gone and Mrs. Ramsey was waiting patiently with a smile on her face.

"Parker?" she said compassionately, "Can I talk to you for a minute?" she asked.

Parker nodded and walked up to her, swinging his backpack around to loop it around his arm, "Yes, Mrs. Ramsey?" he asked.

She crouched down to get to his height and looked him in the eyes, "Is there something bothering you?" she asked, "I noticed that you seemed a little… distracted today."

Parker shook his head. He knew that she would most likely assume the worst if he said yes, so he lied, "No. Nothing is wrong." He said firmly.

She looked like she didn't believe him, "Are you sure? I know that things are rough for you with your family life and your Dad's job, so if something was happening, it might help if you want to talk to me or the guidance counselor."

Parker almost laughed but smiled instead, "Nothing's wrong, Mrs. Ramsey. I promise."
Mrs. Ramsey smiled and pulled his coat on tighter around his neck, "Okay then." She said softly, "Have a good weekend."

"You too." He said, before exiting the classroom.

He walked down the hall and down the front steps of the school to find his father waiting at the bottom of the steps, "Hey bud, what took you so long?" he asked.

Parker shrugged, "Mrs. Ramsey wanted to ask me something." He said.

"Anything I should know about?" Booth asked.

Parker shook his head, "Nope."

"Okay." Booth said, taking a hold of Parker's hand and leading him to the car, "So, are you hungry?" he asked, opening up the backseat door.

Parker hopped up into the car and removed his back pack and buckled himself in, "Yeah."

"Where do you want to go?" he asked.

Parker thought for a minute, "The diner, I guess." Parker shrugged.

Booth nodded, "Okay." He slammed the door shut and settled into the driver's seat, "So, how was school?"

Parker shrugged again, "It was okay."

Booth half smiled, "Good. You excited about spending the week with me?" he asked.

Parker shrugged, "Yeah." He answered monotonously.

Booth sighed, "What's wrong, buddy?"

"Nothing, Dad."

"You sure?" Booth asked.

"I'm sure." Parker said.

When they arrived the diner, Parker hopped out of the car without the help of his father and made his way into the diner with his father trying to catch up to him, "Slow down, buddy."

Parker ignored him, walking over to their regular table and sitting down with a thump and shrugging off of his jacket. Booth, finally having caught up stared wide eyed at his son, "What are you doing?" he asked, holding his arms out dramatically.

Parker looked up at his father Parker rolled his eyes, "What?" he asked incredulously.

Booth gestured to a confused Brennan sitting at the table with a forkful of salad hanging halfway between her mouth and the plate, "You should ask to sit with someone before just plopping down without permission, especially a lady, Parker. Where are your manners?"

"Sorry." Parker said sighing and leaning his head in his hand.

"Booth, it's okay." Brennan said, trying to ease the tension between father and son.

"No." Booth said to her, "I'm not going to let my son walk around with no manners. Scoot over." He said to Brennan and she moved in a seat before sitting down, "I don't understand what has gotten into you today." He said shaking his head.

"I said I'm sorry, Dad. God…" Parker whined.

Booth's eyes widened, "What did you just say?" Booth asked in the tone that every kid dreads hearing.

Parker rubbed his hands over his face and growled, "I have to go to the bathroom." He said, getting up and walking away from the table.

Booth leaned back in his chair and sighed. Brennan turned to him and then turned back to her plate, still confused, "Is there something going on?" she asked.

Booth shook his head, "I don't know, Bones." He said exasperatedly.

"Do… you want to talk about it?" she asked.

"I would love to if I actually knew what was going on. He's only seven years old, Bones and he's already acting like he's a teenager. I'm supposed to get at least another four years of non-angst ridden juvenile fun." Booth complained.

Brennan shrugged, "You know kids, Booth. They always think that their problems are of the most grandiose nature."

Booth looked at her and nudged her shoulder, "You sure you still don't want kids?"

Brennan laughed, "Why? Are you going to give me yours?" she laughed, plunging another bite of food into her mouth.

Booth laughed, "Only to the highest bidder." He joked.

In the bathroom Parker washed his hands and looked into the mirror at himself. He hadn't meant to be so rude or use the lord's name in vain, but he was just so distracted by what happened today in class. He felt like an idiot and he was absolutely sure that Anna and all of her friends thought so now as well.

Parker shook out his shoulders and went to the door and pulled it open. As he walked through he saw his father and Bones joking around with each other and laughing, and when their laughter died down, they stared at one another with small smiles displayed on their faces. Parker smiled too and watched them for a minute. He knew his father loved her and he was pretty sure that she felt the same way about him. In his mind, it was only a matter of time before Bones would really be a part of their family rather than just having the title family placed upon her out of love.

That was when the idea struck him. Of course! He thought to himself, why didn't I think of that earlier? He thought, rolling his eyes at his own stupidity. Parker smiled to himself and walked back over to the table.

Booth smiled at his son, "I hope you're feeling better now." He said.

Parker smiled, "Much better, Dad. I'm really sorry about before."

Booth nodded, "It's okay, we all get a little overwhelmed sometimes." He said pushing his son's food closer to him, "I got you chicken nuggets and fries. Is that okay?"

Parker nodded and grabbed the ketchup off the table, "Yeah, that's great." He said, looking between his father and Bones. Parker smiled widely as he took his first bite; he was going to make Anna fall for him just like his Dad made Bones fall in love with himself, and he had a whole week to figure out how.

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