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

chapter 69

Contrary to my plans before, which involved me just sleeping until Parker came back, I spend the rest of my day planning the perfect way to ask him to be mine.

The little guy is big on romantic type stuff, so I've resorted to Google and a couple of his favorite pages from some of the romance novels he's left with me to come up with something. I've been searching for what feels like hours before I come to the conclusion that I'm just bad at this stuff.

I groan in frustration slamming the laptop screen down as I run a hand over my face.

There's got to be an easier way to do this shit right.

The sound of the microwave done cooking makes my stomach grumble and I silently pray that he gets off work soon, because I'm tired of eating ramen. My last four meals of the day have consisted of boiled eggs, ramen, and popcorn. I literally can't imagine how I lived my life before him anymore. When I try to it's like I was living this caveman type lifestyle or something. It's completely beyond my comprehension now, and honestly I'm spoiled, I think.

I've never been spoiled before - by anyone! Even when things were good in my house it was always Gem who got whatever she wanted. Of course, she was the baby. This is just all still very new to me.

I walk to the kitchen, the familiar aroma taking over my house and open the door of the machine to see that, once again, the water has boiled over causing a mess.

Rolling my eyes, I grab a bunch of paper towels from the counter adjacent and begin to clean up the hot mess. By the time I'm done my ramen is now cold and the slimy noodles taste putrid sliding down my throat.

Please hurry, Park.

Regardless, I finish the noodles and then toss the cup away after pouring out the juice. The thought of struggling for another four hours and getting nowhere makes me want to stab myself in the eyeball.

I wonder if Park is going to need a ride here.

Pulling out my phone from the pocket of my sweats I shoot him a text while also sneaking in the question of what's his favorite flower before sliding the phone back into my sweats. Although, I've been trying to push the memory out of my head I just can't get over how Amy sauntered into my place like she owned the place just to tick me off.

Pissing me off.

That seems to have become her new favorite pastime.

My living room looks Park-ready once I return back to it. It's funny how I have gone from not caring at all about him to constantly worrying whether or not my flat is good enough for him.

The sound of the commercial Fortnite music is loud, but I don't turn it down, not really affected by it. Though I'm sure Park would throw a fit at the volume. The image of him stomping his little feet - in his own dramatic way - makes me smile before I realize the battle bus has started allowing passengers to jump off.

My headset, lying right in front of me, is already connected, so I slip it over my head not missing a beat as I land in Tilted Towers.

I wonder if Park would like this game.

Then, I pull up the map collecting the best one shooter of this game right now: the shotgun. A very graphic, new volcano comes into view immediately as I pull back on the map and my thoughts immediately go to just how concerned he'd be with the power plant and other contraptions surrounding it. He'd make Fortnite about the ecosystem.

I shudder at the thought and make a mental note to never, ever allow him to play the game.

"Chips and dip. How's it goin', man?" one of my online gamer friends starts as soon as I join the game chat.

"Sup, man. Good. Scholarships and shit, you know the usual."

This guy among several others on my Live account all attend UPenn, or at least some surrounding community college. I've met up with them a few times. Got a couple of cold beers and just binged the fuck out of the game. As a matter of fact, I skipped last year's final for the release of the eighth season. It was epic.

As I continue to play the game for a while I don't hear the sound of my phone going off until it starts ringing.

"Fuck, bro. Cover me," I announce into the headset before jumping over my couch nearly tripping at my speed. I slip slightly thanks to my socks and the bare floor, but regain my balance immediately.

I swipe open the phone, answering it, without even looking at the caller ID.

"Sup," I say nonchalantly into the phone still playing the addicting game. It takes me a while to get back into the rhythm of things. The game updates constantly. One month away from it is like missing an entire season of your favorite television show. Thankfully, I've picked up on a couple patterns throughout my time to make sliding back into it easy.

"Hi, Harry,"

"I'm off a little early. You can come by now if you want or I can have Kate pick me up. It doesn't matter."

"Okay, no yea," I stumble paying attention but not paying attention. Fuck. Who the fuck is shooting at me?

"I'll be there in a second."

"Are you playing Fortnite?" I hear him grumble into the phone and can literally see the eye roll.

"I'm on my way."

I continue to play the game, collecting headshots relentlessly before the Victory Royale banner flashes across my television screen. A fucking beast.

"I got to go, bro."

"Word," I hear him utter before kicking me out of the group chat. It takes me a second as I slide on my house shoes before I realize it.

So, that's where I got it from.