grenades; parkbomb

{chapter 2}

-Liam's POV-

I silently scroll through twitter on my computer with soft music playing.

I happen to stumble across a tweet that Corrine made.

@BabeBomb: Liam and I are taking a break for a bit :(

A break? Is that what she thinks this is?

I quickly pull out my phone and call her.

No answer.

@Hbomb94: @BabeBomb call me. now.

A few moments later, I feel my phone buzzing in my pocket. I quickly answer and say,

"A break? You think this is a break?"

She starts to talk, but I dont let her.

"If you ever come near me again, I will set a restraining order on you. Got it?" I say and hang up.

I slam my phone down onto my small desk. I hold my head between my hands again, frustrated.

breathe in, breathe out, breath in, breath out

I decide to log onto teamspeak and find someone to talk to.

When I see that Parker is in a channel by himself, I instantly join.

"Hey Parker" I yell in an attempt to scare him.

"aaH!"he laughs."Liam! I almost had a heart attack!"

"The EV strikes again" I say in a deep voice

"You're a goof." he says, chuckling.

"So are you."

"Oh yeah! Liam so you know how pax is coming up?"

Wow. I almost forgot about pax.

"Yeah. Isn't it in Boston or something? I remember reading that on Twitter."

"It is, are you going?"

"I'm planning on it"

"Do you think that I could stay at your house for the next few weeks then we could head to pax together?" he asks

"Yes! That sounds fun"

"Ok good because I already bought a plane ticket" he says, laughing.

I start laughing, and I hear a big crack of thunder, then my power goes out.

"Great." I mutter

I start to walk around my apartment and make sure all the windows are closed.

I could use this time to clear out the guest room for Parker. I walk in to see a bunch of my moms old antiques.

Why does she have to leave these here?

I jog down to the basement of my apartment complex and grab a few boxes from recycling.

I run back up, and start to pack all her stuff.

/time skip to after Liam finishes cleaning\

It ended up taking me about an hour and a half to clean the guest room, and set up my old desk and bed for Parker.

I look at the small alarm clock that I set up next to Parkers bed. 3:28am.

I yawn and walk over to my room, quickly shower, then drift off to sleep.

/next morning\

I wake up to a loud knocking at my door.

Annoyed, I get up, and walk through my hallway, living room, and kitchen. I look through the peep hole and see a short girl with blonde hair that goes to her shoulders and blue eyes.

Knock knock knock

I'm not sure if I should let her in or not.

Get out of here, creep.

No.

Fuck off.

No.

What do you want?

"What do you want?" I say through the door.

"I just want to talk to you"

"Well, I don't want to talk to you. So get away from my apartment before I call the police."

"But Liam, please."

"Get out of here, creep!" I yell.

"Liam! I'm not a creep!"

"Fuck off." I yell again. "I'm not afraid to call the police."

I hear her sniffle and walk away.

What's wrong with her?

Who knows.