The Story of Us

The Story of the Bad Waiters and Favorite Movies

It is the day after the wedding so Saturday and right now Parker and I are channel surfing on my couch. All of the sudden I hear an all too familiar tune.

"Stop!" I suddenly shout and grab the remote control from Parker.  A certain red head pops up on the screen and i practically jump with joy.

"Really? The Little Mermaid?  I thought you would be more into something like The Grudge," Parker laughs and I slap his chest.

"No, The Little Mermaid happens to be my favorite movie.  Even if I do like horror movies out of everything The Little Mermaid will forever be my favorite movie," I put my chin up in the air as a sign of finality.

"Well I happen to love Step brothers," he grins and lays on his side on the couch. His arm wraps around my waist and he pulls me down with him. He kisses the back of my neck then rests his head atop mine.

"Are you comfortable?" I whisper my eyes glued to the TV.  Even though right now Ariel and Flounder escaping from this shark is more important I still am a little concerned of Parker's comfort.

"I'm fine, but I really want to watch something Will Ferrel right now," he complains and I giggle.

"Too bad. We can just watch something Bill Farrel later," I do the wrong name just to annoy him and in the next second his head is up and his eyes are narrowed down at me.

"What did you just say?" he smirks.

"Um, Bill Farrel?" I laugh.

"Hm, looks like you have to pay for that," his smirk grows and he leans down. I lift my head up and pucker my lips. I feel his hot breath hover over mine and his hands rest on my waist and before he kisses me his fingers wriggle into my sides and I yelp with surprise. His fingers keep digging in my sides and my awkward and annoying laugh is coming out non-stop. I keep squirming under him and his booming laugh fills my ears to. 

"Parker!" I laugh in protest.

"Now what's his name?" he asks after he stops tickling me but I can't move because his legs are straddling me and his one hand is pinning my wrists above my head. His one hand lays on my stomach lightly tapping as a warning that he won't hesitate in tickling me again.

"Will Ferrel," I breathe my head turned to the side to watch The Little Mermaid. I need to see this part.

"Really you are still trying to watch that movie?" Parker laughs.

"Yes," I strain to get out of Parker's hold and finally he frees me.

"While you watch your little movie I'm taking a nap," he kisses my lips quickly and lays back down next to me. His arm returns to my waist and he snuggles into me. Minutes later I hear his breathing slow and soft snores escape from him.

I snuggle farther into Parker's warmth and watch the rest of the movie in silence. When the movie ends I turn to Parker. I lifted up one of my hands and with my pointer finger started tracing his face. My finger ran around his nose and eyebrows. It ran across his jawline and around his lips. I wanted to kiss him so badly at that moment but I wouldn't disturb his sleep. When he started to stir I yanked my hand away and snuggled my head in his chest.