grenades; parkbomb

{chapter 18}

-Liam's POV-

We walk out of the airport, angered by Michael's statement.

"Don't worry about it, he's probably just jealous because him and Isabelle broke up" he tells me.

"How do you know they broke up?" I ask, taking his hand.

"Well, Michael still talks to me on teamspeak and was venting to me the other day."

I giggle and so does he. We step outside to be met by a breeze of icy air.

"Why is it so cold? Chicago isn't this cold." I shiver. Parker shrugs as I shake my hand in the air to call a taxi to take us to our hotel.

The nearest yellow car slows toward us, but speeds away as the man driving sees Parker's and my hand intertwined. I sigh as I wave again.

Parker shakes his head, then rests his head on my shoulder. "Why is everyone so mean" he asks, a small cloud pouncing from his lips as he speaks.

Another taxi pulls up to the curb we stand on and I open the short door for Parker as he climbs into the car, I follow behind and close the door.

Parker pulls out his phone and opens the address that Zachary had sent him earlier for the rental home. He recites it aloud as the driver punches the combination of letters and numbers into the GPS that sits on the dashboard.

Skinny fingers wrap onto my palm and I grasp them, looking out the tinted window, watching the small shops and diners of Boston flash by.

The driver soon pulls into a short driveway, as I pull out my wallet. "That will be 50 dollars" he says, a deep voice. I sigh and hand him two twenty-dollar bills with a ten-dollar bill on top.

He pockets the money and watches us crawl out of the car and walk/jog to the front door of the large house.

Just by standing outside of the house, you can hear the happiness that glows from the inside of it. Parker knocks twice with his knuckles, and the door swings open with a greeting of yelling and hugs.

Zach pulls me into his big arms, yelling "H!". I chuckle and release him, as he does the same. Bee stands behind me, waiting for a hug.

I smile and wrap my arms around her tiny figure. She laughs as I pick her up and spin her around. "Bee!" I say as I set her down, she holds onto my shoulder to keep from falling over. We both start laughing as Jordan and Ryan both walk up, Jordan glaring at me.

"Hey guys!" I say, hugging the two. Jordan doesn't hug back, but I don't let that ruin this great moment. Mark comes up behind me, laughing and hugs me.

Everyone finishes greeting each other, a few new faces by the names of Jake and Isaac. I find Parker lying down in our bedroom, knocking on the already open door as I walk in. He is curled up, facing the wall.

"Whats up?" I ask, walking over the bed and sitting down next to him. I rub his thigh in attempt to get some kind of reaction out of him.

"I have a horrible headache," he says, "and not tonight", referring to my hand on his upper thigh. He turns his head into the white pillow as my phone buzzes. I lay down next to him as I read my notification.

Iris: hey! I heard you were in Boston and wanted to know if you wanted to hang out! ;)

I smile at the text, and reply with sure, whats the address of your hotel?

She quickly send back the address, and tell Parker I'm going out.

I am a bit skeptical of the wink-face, yet I am feeling a bit horny.

"Where are you going?" he asks, his voice muffled.

"An old friend of mine from," I stutter, "high school is here in Boston and we are going out to dinner." I say, finishing as smoothly as I can. I've never been very good at lying.

He nods into the pillow as I let out a breath. I slip on my black Nike's and wave to everyone that I will be back later, they are currently live streaming.

I am once again surprised by the cold air that twirls around my fingertips and crawls up my arms. The hotel is only 5 minutes away, so I decide to walk. Its nice to actually be able to see the shops, and look into the small glass displays. I approach the building and walk through the spinning door.

The signs that sit about every ten feet in the lobby lead me to the elevators as I press the "14" button, as that is the floor her room is on. My ankle bounces as I lean into the metal wall.

Ding Ding

The doors slide open and follow the golden-plated numbers that are nailed to each door until I find Iris' room. I knock and hear quite footsteps.

The door opens, Iris stands before me in a small black lace top with matching underwear. Her hair falls over her shoulders as she grabs my hand and pulls me into the room.

I take off my shoes, and ask "How are you?"

Before she answers she holds my wrists and presses me against the wall. Her lips crush into mine, us moving in sync. I pull away, she replies "Great".