Happy Pills {on hold}

Chapter Two | Back on Track

T W O
"Morgan?" I heard Parker's morning voice boom through my phone.

Repositioning myself in my bed I answered, "it's 2:48am, what do you want?"

"I want to go on a trip," he answered, almost as if he was asking me if I'd come.

"I here Afghanistan is nice this time of year," I replied and almost ended the call when he spoke.

"No idiot, I want to go on a road trip with you," he basically scolded.

"Agh fine."

"9:30am?"

"Fuck you."

"We're not even dating."

"I hate you."

"I hate you too."

-

I was in Parker's truck; surfing through my Facebook posts, he was driving at a medium speed.

I glanced out of the window and saw a line of huge shrubs and bushes; all bordering large stone houses.

"Look, um- I owe you an apology," Parker started, one hand clasping the wheel and the other scratching his head.

"Apology accepted," I said before he could make things awkward and emotional between us.

"Just like that?" He seemed confused.

"Let's not get awkward shall we?" I explained, it was the truth: every time we get close to something even vaguely related to an argument- things get awkward.

Really awkward.

"Okay."

"Okay."

20 minutes had passed by and we had decided to stop by at a McDonald's; trust me Parker's stomach is like an ogre.

I watched as Parker shoved a cheeseburger down his throat; the cheese dripping off the sides of his mouth.

He took a glance at me and asked, "want some?" And he offered his cheeseburger to me, or at least- what was left of it.

"It's okay, I'm not hungry anyways."

Parker then continued to munch on his food.

"So, how did- they die?" I asked and I felt horrible as soon as those words left my mouth, "if I may ask."

Parker looked at me- his eyes burned through me; I felt a wave of shallowness swallow me up.

"You know what I'm sorry, I-i shouldn't have said that," I said pulling my hair back out of my face.

"Nah, it's fine, your answer is boating accident," Parker answered. His tone was not deep or soft at all, it was- empty.

"Can I have those chips?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"I thought you weren't hungry."

"I feel like binge eating, let me binge eat Parker," I replied grabbing his serving of chips and eating it in a fast manner.

"Okay Shrek," Parker exclaimed holding his hands out in a 'slow-down' position.

"Don't insult me Parker!" I basically yelled, "and why are we going on this road trip any-"

And I was stopped by Parker's lips on mine.
My primal instincts told me two things;
1) shove the douche away and kick his butt off
2) kiss him back
3) go back home

"What is wrong with you!" I screamed pushing off Parker, a few faces turned to face us.

"You need to shut up a little more," Parker answered ruffling his already messy hair.

"You need to get a life," and with that I stood up, making my way outside, to my luck a buss was parked in front of the bus stop.

I strived to the top of the double decker and sat at the back.

Why did he kiss me?
Was that a joke?
Was he being abusive?

With all these questions clouding my head; I picked up my phone and dialled the first person that came to my mind.

Paisley.

N/A:
So how do you guys like it? Tell me if its not long enough or sth.
P R O M P T 1 2: In which your character goes on a road trip somewhere.