Life of luxury -parkster-

Day off (kinda)

Yall it's 3 in the morning and I am determined to write this whole thing by the time I go to bed. 🫡🫡🫡 (There's no way I'm coming close to finishing it)
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                          (Chester's pov)

         I had been sleeping in when, at about noon, a large crash sounded from kitchen. Accompanied with the noise, a barrage of colorful swears that would make any mother cry told me Parker had been responsible for whatever chaos awaited me when I came downstairs.

         Pulling the blanket over my head, I tried to regain any semblance of tiredness, but my body refused to permit anymore oversleeping, and eventually I gave up and began to get ready for the day. A dive into my large arsenal of clothes provided me with an outfit just shitty enough that I'd be embarrassed to wear it in public, besides perhaps at a Walmart. Fuck, I love Walmart.

         But despite how unflattering the ensemble I'd dug up was, it was extremely comfortable, and I didn't really have any plans for the day anyway. The rest of my morning routine was slightly rushed, as my curiosity burned wondering what had been the cause of the disturbance that had woken me. I stormed down the stairs, eager to find out what Parker had done, but I almost immediately burst into laughter upon entering the kitchen.

        "Bro, what are you doing?" I said between gasps for air.

        His face burned, as he stood holding the spatula sheepishly, his 'kiss the cook' apron dripping with batter.

        "I was trying to make us breakfast, but uh.." His voice failed, as a pancake dislodged itself from the ceiling and fell on the floor between us.

        I doubled over in laughter, and stumbled over to a chair. It was the most cartoonish, batshit insane scene I had ever had the pleasure of witnessing.

       "How do you even mess up the badly? And what was the crash?" I said after a minute, finally regaining my composure and wiping a tear from my eye.

      He folded his arms and looked away, "Sorry for trying to do something nice. And that crash was because I dropped the oven."

      "How do you even-?" I began extremely confused.

      "Don't ask." He sighed.

      "Ok, I guess." I shrugged, and walked over to where the cold, mound of a pancake sat on the floor.

      I scraped it off the floor, and before I could throw it away my curiosity proved victorious and I took a tiny bite. He looked at me in disgust, as I chewed for a moment.

      "Damn, these are kinda good. Do you have any non toxic ones?" I asked.

      He laughed, "I think you're just hungry, let's just go to an I-HOP or some shit."

      We didn't end up at I-HOP, but instead a local diner that served all day breakfast (as it should). It was a cozy little place, and the warm interior was a nice escape from the cold wind that howled outside. I had also not bothered to change out of my home-outfit, so now I was sporting pajama pants in public like I'd truly given up on myself. The place was bustling with life, and patrons filled the tables as quickly as they opened.

       Fortunately for us, an elderly couple was just leaving a spot for two that was pushed towards the back, providing a little sanctuary from the constant noise that chattered through the building, and we were seated there almost immediately.

       "Hm.. what are you gonna get, waffles or pancakes?" He asked me, looking at the menu.

       "I'm more of a crepe guy." I said, as the waitress began her path to our table.