A/N: This is Hardison's chapter!
I was glad that Allison was gonna be okay. It made me feel good that she was getting closure. But, for some reason, Parker had been angry for the whole con. She seemed to dislike Allison. A lot. And it was… weird. Parker usually didn't show emotions other than excitement. Hatred was a new one. But, I put it together when I saw the broken bottle. She was angry. Very, very angry. At me. And Allison.
When she said she needed to talk to me, I felt my heart race. Did she want to tell me that she hated me? Because I wouldn't know what I would do if she said that. If she did… I couldn't even breathe thinking about it. "I have… feelings," she said. And then my heart soared. When words failed her, I knew exactly what she was trying to say. And I felt like I had just single-handedly defeated Arthas in World of Warcraft. I felt like I could do anything… I could repel like a pro. So I assured her that the pretzels would be there when she wanted them.
She looked from me to the pretzels with those gorgeous eyes of hers and I noticed her eye liner. She looked beautiful with makeup, but I preferred her without. I wasn't going to tell her that. Not now, anyways. I saw the understanding in her eyes the second time she looked at me. I let myself drift for a moment, thinking of everything I felt.
Ever since I first saw her hanging there, asking for an earbud, I knew that this girl was something else. She was more than I had ever hoped for in a woman. I had never gone for blondes before her. Hell, I had never gone for white girls before her. My previous girlfriends had been at least ten shades darker than her. Not that it was hard to be considerably darker than Parker. She was a nighttime girl, anyways. I had always gone after girls with long brown hair and big brown eyes. The kind that looked into your soul. But, Parker wasn't just a pretty face.
She was sweet, in her own way, of course. She did everything her way. And she loved children. She had risked her life to save a bunch of orphans and I knew she'd do it again in a heartbeat. She wasn't good with adults but she had never had trouble talking to me. I liked to think that she had felt a connection with me since the start. But it was probably because I was more patient with her than the others. Parker was the gentlest soul I knew. And the most loyal. I knew that she would never, ever betray her family. And I liked to think that I belonged in that family.
I snapped out of my thoughts as she looked at me. She grinned at me and I returned her expression. She always made me smile. I could be clinically depressed and one smile from that girl would make me the happiest man on Earth. She had me wrapped around her small, pale finger and I never wanted to leave. I ordered myself another orange soda and we cleaned up the bear bottle together.
Our fingers brushed as we reached for the same piece of glass. She shivered and I felt a tingle run up my arm. She felt it too. She blushed and I couldn't help but grin wider, if possible. She was so sweet… And her embarrassment was too cute. I knew she knew I knew what the touch had done to her and she was biting her lip gently, trying to focus on the napkin in front of her.
We talked for a while, eating pretzels and drinking casually. Somehow, her chair ended up very, very close to mine. She was so close that I could smell the familiar scent of her hair wash over me. It drove me nuts. But in a good way. I loved it. I would occasionally lean over her to reach for a pretzel and take a deep breath. Parker was my favorite smell.
I let myself enjoy just being with her. Something I felt like I hadn't done in a while. And it was something I would love to do more of. But, for now, I would wait for her. I would wait forever for Parker. And, when she finally decided she was ready, I would be here. Just like I promised. Because I would never break a promise to Parker.
A/N: Sorry it's a little late… but I've been really busy. Thanks for reading and please review.
