grenades; parkbomb

{chapter 17}

-Parker's POV-

Hand in hand, Liam and I walk into the airport to fly to pax east. A smile spreads across my face as we walk to our gate.

Liam jumps like a little girl, "Ooh Parker I'm so excited!"

I chuckle at him and notice Liam's smile fade and eyes quickly widen.

"What's wrong?" I ask, trying to find what his eyes are locked on.

"I think Mike is on the same flight as us" he says, sounding annoyed.

Liam used to tell me about how angry he was with Corrine when they were dating, and how he despises him. Mike cheated with Corrine or something like that, but I kinda zoned out as I was on the cube at the time, messing around with Zach.

"It's fine, we can just pretend he isn't here" I say, reassuring him by slightly squeezing his hand.

We find a seat and mess around on Twitter until our gate is called to board. I grab Liam's hand again and we walk to the square tube that leads to the door of the plane, the quiet sound of suitcase wheels and chatter filling the room.

As we enter the tiny isle way, I see Michael smirking at Liam, and I glance at him, followed by looking back down at my ticket for about the tenth time.

I finally find our seat, and confirm it about 4 times when I realize we are sitting right in front of Michael.

I feel a jolt on my arm, as I was still holding Liam's hand.

"Parker he's right there" Liam whispers in my ear.

"It's okay, I'll sit in front of him. Just ignore him." I tell him, hoping ignoring the smirking boy behind us will stop him from bothering us.

I lead the way into the seats, and sit down, placing my black back pack between my feet, not losing my grip with Liam.

I feel a tap on my shoulder, and turn around to see Michael standing up behind me.

"Can I help you?" I ask, venom on my breath. Liam squeezes my hand.

"We at least need a photo for Twitter" he pleads.

I look at Liam, then back at Michael and crack a smile.

Liam does the same, and after that we don't talk. I rest my head on Liam's shoulder, and drift to sleep.

-Liam's POV-

Parker rests his head on my shoulder, and I open up Twitter on my phone as I wait for everyone else to find their seats. I quickly take a photo of Parker and me.

Hbomb94: About to take off to Boston with this goof!

I press send, hearing the buzzing of Parker's phone from his backpack, being notified that I tweeted.

I open my notifications tab, seeing a ton of favorites and retweets rolling in, and I notice Mikes tweet and favorite it.

Although I hate him, I don't want to start any drama.

Parker becomes heavier, suggesting he has fully fallen asleep.

"Attention passengers," the pilot speaks to us, babbling about the flight and safety procedures. I turn off my phone until he tells us we can take them out again.

About an hour and a half into the 2 hour flight, Mike whispers into my ear through the small opening between Parker and my seat.

"You think you're safe with your boyfriend?" he says, a smile creeping into his face.

I turn my head around, careful not to wake Parker. "Why waste your time talking to me when you could be fucking someone's girlfriend?" I reply, a yell-whisper.

He smiles at me, and leans back into his seat, the woman sitting next to him, obviously hearing our short but bitter conversation, glares at me.

I turn back around and pull down the grey table that is in front of me. I place my laptop on top and plug in my white earbuds.

I decide to play a movie on Netflix, but which one? I scroll through the movies with my fingers on the track pad, softly so it scrolls slow.

I decide on White Chicks. Parker teases me all the time for loving such a girly movie, oh well.

As the opening scene begins, the pilot speaks through the speakers.

"Attention passengers; we will be landing in about 15 minutes, please turn off any electronics and put up your tables."

I groan and close my laptop, putting it back in its stop it was in about 5 minutes ago. I push up the table, and tap Parker's head.

"Wake up sleeping beauty" I whisper, keeping my voice very high as if I was a woman.

He chuckles, "Okay, where's my breakfast?" he asks, sitting up, acting surprised.

We laugh at eachother, as Parker looks out his window.

"Look how close we are to the ground" he says, pulling out his phone to take a photo.

"We are landing soon, the pilot told us while you were asleep" I tell him, placing my chin on his shoulder so I could see out the window.

"I love you" He says, I return the favor.

Michael then leans up to the crack between our seats and says, "Get a room, faggots."