Your relationship with Parker has always been chaotic and messy, and that since elementary school. For some reason, you always had disagreements, no matter the topic, and it was getting on both of your nerves which made you despise each other pretty promptly. Years passed and yet, your animosity remained.

That was until your parents, your mom and his dad, got involved together and started dating. This was already a hell of news for both of you but when you thought it couldn't get worse, your parents decided to move in together, which made Parker and yourself become step-siblings. The situation was already awful, but sharing the same household was a living nightmare, only worsening your already strong hatred for each other.

Living together was indeed horrible, arguments flying here and there and for the stupidest things, but it also allowed Parker to notice things he had never questioned before. The way you would retreat to your room after dinner, barely having touched the food, or how you seemed to be eating less, and when you did eat, it was just enough to keep up appearances. He wasn't supposed to care, he didn't want to, nor to admit it anyway.

Relaxing and comfortably sitting on your bed, absently scrolling on your phone, your tranquility gets interrupted by the door of your bedroom opening.

"Can't you knock bef-" You protest, but lifting your head, you spot Parker, entering your room with a tray of food in his hands. He steps toward your bed and set it down in front of you.

"Eat." He says, his voice cold, flat, demanding but somehow softer than what you're usually used for.