blue (book one) - h.s. ✔️ watty's 2019

chapter 27 - the kiss

When we got back to my truck there was a note lying on the window shield from Jimmy that stated the tire was fixed and that we could just bill him whenever. He seemed like a nice guy. The drive back to my flat was comfortable and the silence was filled with Parker's voice going on about some bird that took a shit on his shoulder. Throughout the entire ride I could only focus on my words to Parker in the cave. He probably doesn't even care to be honest.

It's whatever.

I am brought back to reality as I pull into my driveway.

"Did you hear me, Harry?" the little goofball says looking at me with his hand on his hip. Ha-ha. So much sass.

"No, I'm sorry, princess. What'd you say?"

Rolling his eyes at my words, he continues anyway.

"I said would you like me to order in or should I cook tonight."

I avert my attention away from him before answering. My foot is caught in between the gas and brake pedal. Fuck. Curse my abnormally large feet.

"Cook, please," I breathe once I'm finally able to get my foot unstuck - I had to remove it from the shoe. I'll just get it later.

"Okay."

Walking in, I see that everything is in its place and I sigh with content; as it should be. Contrary to the belief of many, I am actually fairly clean and like for things to be a certain way. I can tell that Parker is also pleased with the appearance of my place as he enters, and can't help but feel accomplished for some reason.

"Would you like a tour around my kitchen or are you aware of where things are?" I ask, thinking about the way it's been here for the past few days. I'm glad that his spirit seems to be more lively now. I've never seen him look so defeated and without purpose.

"Maybe you should apologize to his friend. He obviously missed him."

"I'll manage."

With that as my cue, I grab a beer from the fridge and make my way over to the living room to watch the game.

THE FOOD WAS DELICIOUS and once again I am shocked by how talented Parker is. It's a little frightening to say the least. I mean he cooks, cleans. He's probably the smartest guy I know and he is incredibly humble. I think that is what I like most about him, honestly. He is quite literally the richest person in my life and lives like he doesn't have two extremely successful parents who could buy him whatever he wants. For sure, one of the things I like most about him. Makes me really feel bad about calling him a stuck up know-it-all.

Looking down at him I can see that he is confused by the football game playing on the screen. His attention is undivided as he takes in the plays before him frustratingly. I can tell by his scrunched eyebrows and his adorable, little crinkled up nose that he is having trouble understanding what is going on.

"What are you having trouble with?" I ask him.

Blowing out a breath of frustration he answers me, throwing his hands up in defeat. He's so dramatic.

"Why won't the guy who just starts with the ball throw it to the other dudes on the end whom are obviously open to catch it?" he asks, not even trying to say the football player's positions to clarify his point.

He must not know them.

"Well, come here," I say and grab the football from the end table without turning around to grab it: muscle memory.

I draw the last several plays that the Cowboys have run and try to show Parker just how predicatable some of the plays he's suggesting would be for the other team. In other words, with Parker's recommendations the Patriots would shut 'em down every single time. He picks up the patterns quickly and I smile at just how intelligent he is.