I love your touch | Chester x Parker | Life of Luxury Parkster

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After they unloaded the groceries and sorted everything out, they sat down on the couch after deciding on a movie to watch. It was a horror movie, but Chester didn't know that.

Parker had only chosen it to scare him, he knew Chester absolutely hated anything horror. Parker sat smiling and Chester was so oblivious. Once it got to the first jumpscare Chester practically leapt into the air and landed on Parker, shaking.

'WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?' He screamed, while Parker was crying from laughing so much. 'PARKER! YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE SCARY STUFF!'

'That makes it all the more funny!' He replied tears rolling down his cheeks.

Chester didn't realise he was still clinging to Parker, he had his arms wrapped around his best friends neck and he was pressed up so close him, Parker didn't seem to realise though.

Chester didn't immediately draw back and Parker opened his eyes and looked deep into the blond boys soul. His smile was so... Chester couldn't describe it. It made butterflies fly around in his stomach. He blushed and pulled away.

'That was gay bro.' He muttered, partially covering his face with his hand.

'Of course you had to make it weird' Parker said in a tone that made Chester blush even more than before.

'Shut up and turn this movie off, I don't like it.'

'Okay then, what do you wanna watch instead?'

'I dunno. Not anything scary, I already have trouble sleeping.'

Chester stiffened. He hadn't told Parker about his nightmares and his new fear of sleeping because of them. He didn't want Parker to worry about him.

'I mean-'

'Do you wanna stay in my room tonight then?'

What.

Chester didn't know how to react to that. Did Parker really just say that? He must have misheard him. 'What do you mean?'

'Do you want to sleep in my room tonight, if you're having trouble sleeping.'

He definitely just said that. He couldn't mishear a second time.
Suddenly, a wave of happiness rushed through Chester's body.

'Yeah, sure I guess.' He was finding it hard to not shout in happiness, but why was he so happy? Once again, they were only friends. Chester didn't have feelings for Parker, and Parker didn't have feelings for Chester. But why did Parker make him feel this way?

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They got ready for bed, both taking turns to brush their teeth and change. Once they got into bed they turned on their phones and went on Instagram.
'Bro, look at this.'

Chester passed his phone to Parker, showing him some fanart of them being shipped.

'Why are you showing me this?'

Chester didn't know the answer to that question. He just saw it and wanted to show it to him.

'I dunno, just thought I would.'

'Ok then, imma go to sleep now, goodnight.'
'Goodnight.'

They both switched off their phones and soon the room was filled with the sound of quiet snoring.

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Parker was suddenly woken by the feeling of hands around his stomach.

'What the-'

He slowly turned around to see Chester burying himself in his best friends chest.

'Chester, are you ok?' Parker said, obviously concerned.

'Nightmare...' Chester whispered, pulling himself closer to Parker and tightening his grip on his shirt.

'I thought you hated me, you told me you never wanted to see my ugly face again, that I never do anything productive and that I was a waste of oxygen. You said I should never have been born and that you wasted almost your entire life being friends with me, that I would never contribute anything to society and that no one cares whether I live or die...'

Parker pulled Chester close and hugged him tight.

'I would never ever say or think any of that. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I am so grateful for you. I love you and I never want to leave your side, I will always be here.'

He loves me? Chester thought. What does he mean he loves me? Did I really mishear him this time? No. I couldn't have.

Chester's cheeks went a bright strawberry red, and he hugged Parker back. He sniffed and said thank you, now feeling reassured that his best friend didn't hate him.

He felt happy that Parker said he loved him, but he still couldn't understand why. Once again, they were nothing more than friends. They would never be anything more than friends and he can get the idea that they ever will be out of his head.

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