grenades; parkbomb

{chapter 9}

-Parker's POV-
I wake up on the floor of the apartment, Liam's arms locked around my abdomen.

I manage to escape his grasp, and stand up. The sun's rays are peeking through every spot they can, illuminating the small living room.

My back sore from sleeping on the floor, I head to the kitchen to make Liam and myself breakfast.

I'm not the best cook, but I know a few things. The other day, I went grocery shopping for Liam and picked up a few extra things for breakfast.

I start by scrambling eggs and cooking bacon. While I wait for the food to cook, I sit on the granite countertop and scroll through twitter. About a minute later, I feel a small burning sensation on my elbow.

I quickly hop off the counter and try to figure out what it was.

Just the bacon.

Once the bacon and eggs are ready, I put them on plates and start to make some french toast.

My mom taught me how to make french toast when I was little, so I know how to make it.

I start by making a cinnamon syrup for the toast to marinate in, and pour it into a pan

a/n i have no idea how to make french toast so this is probably completely wrong #sorrynotsorry

Then, I get bread from the pantry and let it sit in the syrup for about 20 minutes before I put it in the oven to toast.

Once it's toasted, I take it out and sprinkle some powdered sugar on it, and start to let it cool when I feel a pair of arms wrap around me.

"Goodmorning" Liam says in his morning voice.

"Hey Liam" I say as I put the french toast on our plates.

"Parker, you didn't have to make breakfast" he told me as he started eating a piece of bacon

"Apparently I did" I say, chuckling.

"Possibly" he replied laughing

"Yea, possibly." I sit down across from Liam and start to eat.

"I should be on Master Chef" I say laughing

"Yes you should" He started laughing.

I notice you can see the TV from the kitchen table, so I grab the remote and click it on.

"Anything in particular you would like to watch Mr Liam?" I ask in a "fancy" voice

"Why, yes, what about the Channel 7 news?" he replies with a "fancy" voice

I click the small 7 on the remote and a woman with blonde hair and brown eyes pops up on the screen.

I continue to eat my meal when I noticed something on the news caught Liam's attention.

"What's up" I ask, looking at the TV

"Stealing?" he mutters.

"What?"

"On the tv!"

"What about it?"

"It says i shoplifted!" he says, eyes wide.

"What?! You stole?!" He says, a whisper with a crisp tone.

"No! What's going on?!"

-Liam's POV-

I'm not sure why my name was on the news, and I'm also not sure when I shoplifted.

I go to rinse my plate and put it into the dishwasher, and thank Parker for breakfast and head into my room to record a video.

Mid-recording, Parker barges into my room,"Liam!" he yells as he grabs my wrist and drags me out to the living room.

"Dude, I'm recording!"

"Look" he says, pointing at the tv.

"Liam Henagahn's home address has been confirmed and authorities are on the way."

I stare at the tv, afraid of what's about to happen. For some reason, I'm surprised when I hear a knock on the door.

I walk over to the door and open it. A police officer is standing on the other side.

"Is Liam Henagahn home?" I become tense, yet I don't know why.

"Yes, I'm Liam." I say as I hold out my hand, expecting a hand shake.

The officer firmly grasps my hand as he says, "Officer Jensen. May I come in?"

"Yes of course." I say, still tense

We walk to the couch and sit.

"May I ask why you're here?" I ask, even though I already know why.

"Well, we've gotten multiple reports of shoplifting under your name." he says, looking at me in the eyes.

"I'm sorry sir, I think you have the wrong person." I say

He looks at me, choosing his words carefully,"I'm going to need you to come with me."

"May I tell my roommate what's going on so he doesn't freak out?" I ask as the officer stands me up and begins to handcuff me.

"Roommate!" he yells into my right ear. I wince at how loud he was.

Parker sprints out of his room, and stops in his tracks, wide eyes, speechless.

"What's going on?" He asks franticly.

"Your friend Liam needs to come with me. He'll call you later."

I shrug at Parker, not knowing what else to do.

"O-okay," Parker says, "See you later?"

"Yeah, see you later" I say, worried. My chest feels tense, quick breaths, and a small pain in my throat.

The officer leads me out the apartment and Parker closes the door behind us. I manage to make eye contact one last time with him before it is broken by the door.

"Bye" I whisper to Parker.