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

chapter 72 - the scavenger hunt - part one

"Why must you always be so difficult?" I start once we make it inside my flat. He's so stubborn. Why can't he just listen to me? I've never been so angry with him. . . ever.

"You literally do these tiny, little annoying things just to disobey me."

"I don't do them on purpose, Harry! You act like I spend all day coming up with things just to irritate you," he breathes throwing his hands up in frustration.

He's so dramatic.

"That would explain a lot," I speak, chuckling.

"You are unreal, Harold."

He closes my living room door, locking both locks as soon as he's inside. I don't answer him as I head into my room to change.

"You have to understand that I am my own person, Harry! I'm tired of having this conversation with you," he shouts from the door of my bedroom.

I roll my eyes as I open my top drawer, pulling out a pair of black briefs and socks. I should really invest in different colored underwear.

A lot of times Parker's voice is usually very pleasant to my ears. This, however, is not one of those times.

"Harold?"

"Are you even listening to me?" he continues, hands crossed as he leans against my doorway.

"What do you want me to say, Parker? If you really want me to talk to you, it won't be kind. You're constantly disobeying me," I calmly state, lifting my shirt above my head. I toss the black shirt on the floor, an action that causes the little blue-eyed boy to cringe.

"See, that! That right there is what makes me mad! You make it sound like you own me or something. You don't, Harry," he cries, working himself up for no reason. He's always over emotional. I don't think that I own him. He just needs to learn how to listen to me when I tell him to do something.

Isn't that how relationships work?

Without warning, I slip off my briefs. The cold air is chilly to my skin but nice. He gasps, shutting his eyes and puts his hand over them before speaking.

"Harry! What are you doing?" he jumps, gesturing to my nakedness.

What?

"You've seen me naked before, Park. What's the big deal?" He's so weird about this kind of stuff. It's unbelievable.

"I think we're passed this," I continue, stepping into my briefs.

"I- I just don't want to randomly see you naked," he stutters eyes shut.

My God.

I can't say anything in reply. I don't understand what the big deal is; he's so weird.

I walk back to a larger dresser in the opposite corner of the room with my pajama bottoms inside. Slipping them on, I decide against a shirt and walk up to the boy undetected.

"Boo!" I kid, forcing him to open his eyes.

"Don't worry. The naked man is now only half naked."

"Ha-ha. Don't mock me. It's principle, Harold," he declares matter-of-factly. I can't fathom his over the top principles. Every day it's something new. I swear he makes this shit up as time goes on.

"You don't realize how annoying you are, do you?" I retort, rubbing my temples with both hands.

Without saying another word to me he heads over into the kitchen messing around with my shit.