"C'mon, Barkovitch, I'll… I'll buy you some fucking cotton candy. And a slushie. Hell, I'll buy you some ice cream, too."
"I'll end up puking it all up. No," Barkovitch said, glancing up at the roller coaster. Parker sighed and grabbed the back of his shirt, like a mother cat carries her kittens-
"Like what?"
"Oh. Didn't mean to say that out loud," Parker said, pulling Barkovitch toward the line. Barkovitch twisted and Parker lifted him a little bit off of he ground.
"Ow, I can't breathe, what are you doing?" Barkovitch complained. Parker really had no idea what he was doing, so set Barkovitch down. Barkovitch rubbed the front of his neck, sending out a customary glare.
"Seriously, though. It'll be fun. You can have the food later," Parker promised. He ignored Barkovitch's muttering and grabbed him again – this time by the wrist – and pulled him into the line.
"No, I don't want to, let me go…"
"Shut up and enjoy the fucking ride!"
"We're in line!"
"Stop complaining!"
"Shut up, Dumbo! And let me go!"
With that, Barkovitch stomped on Parker's foot, twisted out of his grip, and walked away. Parker sighed.
"Fuck it," he muttered, stepping out of line and following the kid. He stopped at a food cart to grab some blue cotton candy.
Barkovitch was in trouble when Parker found him, as usual. Somehow he'd goaded a guy into attacking him. At the moment, he was trying – and failing – to wriggle out of a headlock. He was slowly turning purple.
"Seriously Barkobitch, can't you go anywhere without someone tryin' to beat the shit outta you?" Parker muttered, tossing the cotton candy to the side and chasing the guy away.
Barkovitch was doubled over, coughing. Once he stood up, he gave Parker the finger.
"Hey, I got you cotton candy – ah, shit, dunno where I threw it. Well, I'll get you some more. And then we can have a… a picnic or some romantic shit like that. We can pick something up at McDonald's?"
"Whatever you want, just carry me. I'm tired."
Parker sighed and knelt on one knee. Barkovitch climbed onto his back, curling his arms around the blond's neck.
Paker stood up – making sure he grabbed Barkovitch's legs, once he'd forgotten and the little prick had nearly strangled him – and the two made their way back to Parker's car. Barkovitch was sleeping by that time.
"Why're you so damn adorable?" Parker muttered, buckling him in. Barkovitch mumbled something in his sleep. It sounded like 'shut up', but Parker could pretend it was something nice-ish.