I Do Not Own. If I Did, Parker Would Have Said "You" Instead Of Pretzels.
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Pretzels
"Did you wanna talk now?"
"Yeah…okay. So, the thing is….I thinks that...maybe I might be having feelings….Like weird, weird f...feelings….for…..pretzels."
"Pretzels. Okay. Well their right here, when you want them."
Hardison stared at Parker, gazing into her ice blue eyes. Parker looked like a deer in the headlights.
"Well, im going to call it a night I guess.." Parker said awkwardly. She stood, and walked out of the pubs door, leaving Hardison smile slightly. He knew what was up. At least he thought he did. He smirked, then ran to catch up with her.
"Hey Parker, wait up!" He said, and grabbed her by the shoulders.
"Soo" She started but got cut off.
"Look….I know what you were tryin' to say in there. I can take a hint. My Nanna didn't raise me to be that stupid. Pretzels…..as in…." He coaxed out of her.
"…You." She said, and then gasped slightly. Did that word really just come out of her mouth?
"I…" She tried to explain, but Hardison grabbed her around the waist, and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
"No more pretending Parker. No more fake make outs. Im ready….for us. To be together." He murmured against her. She smiled slightly, and filled the small gap once again between their mouths.
"I think I like you better than pretzels anyway."