A random episode of That 70's Show was playing in the background as Violet and I lazily made out on my bed, her probably thanking the lord right now that she hadn't worn lipstick because if she did, then, well, it'd be smeared all over her chin, neck, collarbones, my lips, and my neck. I mean, not that I would really mind, but I don't think that would be very easy or enjoyable to clean up, for either of us. And my brother would get too much a kick out of it.
I was in the middle of attacking her neck, just a few blunt teeth short of leaving marks, when the phone alarm I had set for 6:23 started blaring the annoying-ass sound I set to make sure we would have to stop what we were doing to silence it no matter.
"Shit," Violet breathed out, pushing me off her neck and pulling up sleeves of her dress, grabbing my phone from the nightstand and throwing it at me to turn off the blaring noise.
I flipped my phone to silent, buttoning up the two buttons that had come undone during Vi and I's make out session, taking the phone that she had long forgotten on my bed sheets and holding it out to her, pulling her back onto the bed as she reached out to take it.
We laughed about it for a minute before I stood up and started to mess with my hair, trying to get it back the way it was, when Violet sighed.
"C'mere. I have to fix your tie," she announced, reaching out her arms. I walked over to her, sighing as she stood back up, still 3 inches shorter than me even with heels on. One good trait I had gotten from my father; height. I had reached a bit over 6 foot last year, and Violet isn't short, but she isn't tall either- she's about 5'6, give or take. So even with the heels, I got a few inches on her.
She straightened out the tie, smoothing the silk that had gotten wrinkled and tightening the knot before pressing one last kiss to my lips and smoothing out her dress.
"I'm ready to be fed to the lions!" She shouted, marching out of my door with one hand in the air before giving in to fits of laughter and falling into my arms.
"You know i'm not gonna let that happen- they may get hungry, but there's going to be no food coming their way," I promised, poking her on the cheek.
"I know," she teased, pulling me into one last kiss before we walked into the lion's den. She was right about the metaphor- just not about the outcome.
We walked hand in hand down the fancy carpet, no sliding in socks the way Colton did it trying to mess up the carpet, but a bit slow and cautious, a little different from how we both normally would walk. The confidence I usually walked with had lessened, because I was a little afraid. A little afraid that Violet was going to get scared way and a little scared that my Dad and Mark were gonna go full dick-mode on her. She doesn't deserve that, no one does, except for me.
"I don't think i'll ever get used to the fact that you have marble stairs in your house," Violet admitted, grabbing onto the railing as we walked down them. "Pretty much everything in this outfit is like knockoff designer except for the clutch you got me, and, of course, the necklace you got me."
I chuckled, grabbing onto her other hand. "Well, you look better in a ratty t-shirt and jeans that most girls look in any sort of designer shit they can get, so I think you're all good."
"You're too sweet," she replied, pecking me on the lips and laughing as we descended down more and more stairs until we made it to the dining room, food spread along the table, Mark and my dad sitting at opposite heads of the table with two chairs set on the side for myself and V.
They both looked up as Violet's heels clicked on the floor, getting up from their chairs when we walked through the doorframe, Mark giving his signature smirk. That could mean three things: he's going to go after Violet, he's going to try and mess things up for me, or he's done it so much that his face has been frozen like that.
"Dad, Mark," I sighed, nodding at them. "This is my girlfriend, Violet Lyon. Vi, this is my older brother, Mark, and my dad, Liam."
She pulled off a large, bright smile, shaking both of their hands and muttering rushed "nice to meet you's."
"Nice to meet you, Miss Lyon. I've been waiting to meet the girl who'd be able to put up with my Parker for 17 years now. Still waiting on Mark here to bring a girl home himself, and i've been waiting 21 years on that regard. But, nevermind my qualms with my sons; let's sit down. Shall we?" My dad greeted her, cocky and annoying as ever.
I pulled out the seat closest to the doorframe for Violet, waiting for her to sit down and smooth out her dress before pushing the seat back in and walking around the table to take one myself, catching a smile from her as I sat down, which I returned with a wink.
The table was quiet for a bit as everyone dished some salad and bread for themselves, but that silence was joined by a few awkward coughs, some throat clears, and a whole lot of uncomfortable eye contact.
After a whole lot of that silence, my father finally cleared the air, turning over to Violet with a sickly-sweet smile and starting to interrogate her in the way he does best; when you don't even feel like you're being interrogated. "So, how did you and my son meet?"
Violet looked over at me for assurance- since the story did have some illegal aspects to it- to which I gave to her with a nod. "Well, we had both since each other in passing for a week and a half, since we took AP Human Geography together, but I met this girl named Grace in a couple of my other classes and she and her boyfriend were hosting a bonfire for school, so she invited me. Parker recognized me from HUGE, so he came up to me, introduced himself, and we basically hung out for the rest of the night, and he ended up driving me home."
Mark scoffed, tried to hide it by coughing, and I swear, I could see my Dad's eyes light up in a way I hadn't seen since Mom was around.
He may not be the best parent, but at least he could tell good people from the bad ones.
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actually working consistently on reform bc i'm back on nantucket, where the idea for parker and all the stories originated!! woohoo!!
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Reform
Short Story(sequel to fb, fg, but can be read as stand alone) Parker Waide, to be straightforward about it, is a fuckboy. Violet Lyon, in the simplest terms, is his reform.
