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

chapter 102

Parker's been pestering me lately about not having enough of his stuff here. There's two problems with his recent requests. First, with all of Nolan's stuff cluttering every area of my flat there's literally no room for much of anything as it is. Secondly, he really hasn't been anywhere remotely close to any place or person that could be a potential trigger. It's too risky. In a sick way, I got lucky with his amnesia back at the hospital. I know that I can't keep him away from his friends and family or my friends for too long, but up until now, it really hasn't been that hard. I just need a little more time to make things better. Thanks to Gem's disgusting move he's been more busy than ever with the boy I've come to accept. College classes starting tomorrow work in my benefit, oddly.

I'll continue online with Park for at least this semester. Since I've completed all of my more intense classes at the beginning of my college career, I have more than enough room for a few blow off courses. I also plan to pick up a few more shifts at my job to bring in some extra cash for the two. I don't want Parker working right now. He already has too much on his plate; it's part of the reason why I asked him to move in with me. He shouldn't have to worry about what he'll have to eat at the end of the day on top of everything else.

Now that we have a child together? Things are going to change drastically, and all for my benefit. He'll be so preoccupied with Nolan and college work he won't have the time to hang out with old friends. It's brilliant, really. On the other side, his friends will see it as him still recovering from. . . the trauma. I couldn't be more luckier.

Wanting to settle his anxieties, I've promised to move the rest of his stuff to the flat. I really haven't been to his old home since my run in with the tanned brute. Fucking Alex. The fucker is always involved with the wrong shit. The night Park walked out on me, he showed up informed of everything. We fought until everything in the living room was completely destroyed. Piece of shit had the nerve to put all of the blame on me. Yes, I had the most to do with the videos and shit, but he knew about it the entire time. As a loyal friend of ten plus years, he should've opened his mouth as soon as he found out. I know that I'm a piece of shit, but him. He deserves every bit of hurt he receives as much as I do.

My hands turn sweaty as soon as I pull into the familiar parking lot. Only the blonde's blue car is parked in the lot. The big, black SUV Alex brings to every meeting is no where to be found: good. I can't help the beads of sweat that fall down my head as I walk up the flawless terrain. I guess this was going to have to happen sooner or later.

"Hi," I breathe, scratching the back of my head awkwardly.

In the next second, I'm bent over rubbing my cheek that's sure to redden over the next couple of seconds.

"I guess I deserve that."

Fuck.

Again!

"I guess I deserve that one, too."

Before she's able to slap me again, I grab both of her hands, forcing myself inside the house. It looks much cleaner, but emptier than the last time. I'm guessing they had to get rid of a lot of the crap I broke.

"You have no right to be here," she seethes not backing down.

"Alex doesn't live here anymore, so you can't beat the crap out of each other again."

What?

He left?

"I'm not here to start anything. I'm just here to collect the rest of Parker's shit."

"Are you insane?"

"What makes you think I'm going to let you take any of his stuff without him knowing? I'm sure that he wants nothing to do with you."

I can't help but smirk at her naive words. If only she knew. Well, I guess she's about to find out.

"Actually, I'm here by his request," I start, causing her brows to scrunch together.

"What are you talking about? Parker is back home with his parents for now."

"Only part of that is correct. He's home alright. What drove you to conclude that?"

"I-I don't know. I just assu-,"

"Yea, well, you can stop assuming. He's tucked away in my bed as we speak," I continue grinning small at her shocked expression.

"Th-that's not true. Parker would nev-,"

"Oh, but he would. And for the best, might I add. We're doing much better. He was able to take me back for all of the shit I've done. I hope you can do the same."

Her mouth hanging slightly open is everything and more right now. I bring my hand to close it for her cockily before stepping around her to the room I've been in many times. With the trash bag I brought in, I begin opening drawers and throw his clothes inside.

"I can't believe he's moved on so quickly," she continues in the doorway breathlessly.

"Yea, well, he's never been one to hold a grudge. You should know this."

"No, I- I do. It's just what you did. That's not something a person forgives in a weeks time. If someone did what you did to me, I'd hate them for the rest of my life. This is odd. Are you sure he's okay?"

Her words stop me momentarily. It hurts to know that what she's saying and how she's feeling is what's more normal in this situation. It only makes me anxious for how things will be when he does start to remember.

"He's doing fine," I spit, continuing to toss his belongings into the black bag.

"It might be hard for you to get over a situation like that, but what Park and I have is love. Real love, and love conquers all shit. No matter what."

Though the words I've said hold some truth, it's pretty clear to me that they registered for my own benefit. I just have to keep telling myself that things will be okay. I just have to keep hoping things will be how they once were.