Please Ruin Our Friendship! (Parkster)

Chapter One: Cuddling

The warmth of his body was soothing. The room was cold and clearly dirtier than he remembered, but that was alright. As uncomfortable as he was being here, he didn't really want to leave Parker. So he stayed with him. In a creepy house with brutal monstrous creatures.

He felt a hand twitch once Chester accidentally moved his legs where Parker's hands were, and he quickly faltered back where he was. Ugh, he didn't mean to do that. He sighed, turned to his side, and used his arms as a pillow of some sort.

It was quiet, but he heard steady breathing beside him, and he knew that was Parker. And it was calming. So he tried to match his breathing with his. And he closed his eyes, slowly falling asleep.

He felt a hand tightening around his hips; his hands were cold. Chester woke up from his slumber. Chester didn't move and kept to himself. He swears that he felt Parker slowly rubbing his fingers in a circle. And pulled him closer. Just enough to hear his heartbeat.

Chester quietly grumbled. Parker raised his head toward Chester. Chester noticed but pretended to be asleep. Parker slid his hands to his waist and his upper chest area, hugging him. His breath hitched. And they lay there for quite awhile, and god, it was amazing. Chester couldn't help but smile at himself.

Parker and Chester woke up to the sound of screaming, and Parker quickly began to jump off the bed. Chester quickly sat up from the sudden outburst. They looked at each other and ran out of the room to follow the sound.

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Chester didn't know if that was real or if he was dreaming of it. When he heard the sudden burst of screaming coming out of the other room, he and Parker quickly went to investigate.

After that, they left the house to go back to their house, which was miles away, inside a quiet car ride that might have taken an hour or so. Should he say something, say that he felt him spooning him like some sort of couple? No, of course not; he's not stupid.

Parker will obviously get mad; he knows that Parker doesn't really care that he wants to cuddle together, and maybe Parker didn't mean to do what he did. Why else would Parker not say anything? Well, they're driving home.

Chester sighed and stared out the window. It was around four a.m., still dark and gloomy. And rain bruised the leaves outside, hitting against the window shield and making tiny sounds of droplets.

He noticed a scared burning sensation start to form around his cheeks, and he noticed that the only thing he's remembered was that warmth that felt like he was going to bang his head against the wall over and over again.

"I'm going to sleep... Parker, wake me up when we're home." Parker nodded, and Chester lay his head against the window, slowly closing his eyes into a deep slumber. He was tired, and he didn't want to deal with this until he got a full night's rest.