Ugh, another morning. Well, at least it's Sunday. I decide to get out of bed, and not let my last day of freedom before work go to waste. I gussy up in the mirror and put on a casual outfit. I walk down the hallway, and my nose leads me directly to Parker's apartment. I knock on the door as the scent of strawberries and Belgium waffles fills my nose.
Parker looks shocked as he opens the door and sees my face. soon, his shock becomes a friendly smile. He ushers me into his home and gestures for me to sit.
"Not to be rude or anything, but why are you here?" Parker asks with genuine curiosity.
"I smelled the food." I say.
"Well, its nice to have the company. It gets really lonely- ya know, living alone."
I silently agree with him.
Parker flips a waffle onto a plate, then drops a variety of fresh fruits on top. To finish it off, he sprinkles some nutmeg and maple syrup upon the tasty breakfast delicasy. He places the plate in front of me and sits down.
"This is my own recipe- the waffles are made from scratch."
i take a bite and sigh; he smiles at my delight.
"So, what do you do for a living?" He asks, a bit awkwardly.
"I work at Marty's frickin Froyo shop. But, I'm planning to be a writer- i guess my parents named me well."
We enjoy our breakfast, casually talking in between bites.
"So-do you want to do something today?" I say hesitantly, "Anything is better than sitting in an apartment all day."
He grins, and says, "Sorry- im booked up all day."
"Oh- ya of course, i underst-"
"I'm totally kidding! I'd love to." He interrupts, "I know a perfect place...."
We hop down the stairs, and i get into his car. Gracefully, i hit my head on the car as i speedily bounce in.
"Oww." I cus.
Parker giggles. " careful now- getting into cars can be very dangerous!" He warns playfully.
The radio turns on, and Parker changes it to my favorite station. I cant believe how much we have in common. As he begins to drive, i snatch is phone. I add my number to his contacts, putting a playful wink after the "y" in my name.
We drive for about ten minutes before i finally ask where we're going. His only response is a sly smile.
"I like your green hair." He breaks the silence. "I think it suits you quite nicely."
"Thanks. And by the way, you are a very talented chef." I look at him and smile, staring for a second longer than i should have. Our eyes lock but i quickly glance away. As i stare back at the road, i see that we have swerved, and a car is heading directly towards us.
"Parker! Eyes on the road!" I scream, and he swiftly jerks the wheel away from the vehicle.
He starts laughing, but i, still in shock shout, "you almost killed us! Do you think thats funny?!"
"I knew that car was there- i just like to live dangerously..." He bluffs.
For the rest of the drive, I cautiously search for any moving objects. We finally arrive at an old, dusty, abandoned junk yard.
"Ummm, why did you take me here?" I raise an eyebrow, not bothering to be polite.
"Patience young grasshopper." He says.
He holds out his hand to keep me stable while walking over the miniature mountains of junk. I decide quickly to grasp it, and begin to trek over the bumpy, unnatural terrain. After managing to only fall twice, I reach the edge of the property.
"Where do we go now?" I say, gesturing to the solid wall that blocked further exploration.
"Up and over!" He laughs. Parker offers to boost my up, but I ignore him.
I easily hoist my self over the wall, and smirk at Parker's impressed expression.
"Are you coming?" I say impatiently.
He gracefully lifts himself over the wall, and sits beside me.
"Pretty impressive." I admit.
"Years of practice. Now, follow me." Parker slides of the wall and starts walking, and I do the same. I see parker get onto a trampoline that lies between 2 oak trees.
He waves me to come and bounce with him.
"Viola!" He says while steadily bouncing.
"We drove for 15 minutes, crossed the junkyard, and hopped the fence, for a trampoline?!" I shout, aggravated. I can't believe I followed him here.
"Mhhm!" He nods.
I sigh, but decide to join him. I haven't been on a trampoline since I was 14. I forgot how fun it is.
After bouncing, tripping, and laughing, my stomach begins to softly gurgle. As the minutes pass, the angry groans, begging for food, become loader. Parker notices this, and takes off his backpack he has been wearing.
"Food?" I beg, with wide eyes.
He waves a sandwich in front of my face, and drops it before me.
"Really, a sandwich? What happened to your cuisine cooking?"
"Just eat it." Parker replies.
I unwrap the sandwich and sink my teeth in.
"Wow." I say with a full mouth. How did Parker make a sandwich taste so good?
"Paprika, turkey, honey mustard, and fresh lettuce." He states cockily.
I finish my sandwich, lick my fingers, and lean against the nearest tree. Maybe I ate the sandwich a bit too fast. My stomach was now paying the price.
"Let's get you home." Says Parker, as his brow furrows at my unwellness. He helps me up, and boosts me over the wall, and I don't reject him when he offers to carry me over the junkyard. The ride home seems short, and as Parker walks into his apartment and waves goodbye, disappointment flows over me. Back to eating shitty Lean Cuisines alone. I decide to write another chapter in my book, the curl up in my fuzzy pajamas beside scruffy.
