dilapidated.

Oliver had been leaving the station after an assessment, he hadn’t been doing his best, and because he was still relatively new here, he was very much on a short leash. He wasn’t proud of how he’d been doing lately, and it seemed like his higher ups weren’t all that pleased either. After he rounded the corner he let out a load groan and leaned against his car, mentally beating himself up.

Clarissa scrunched her eyebrows in confusion “do you really think I wouldn’t notice a hot wing under my ass?” she stood up to reveal nothing there “and sweetheart, I don’t give a shit if your gay, good for you, if you haven’t noticed we cater to all kinds of people here” she took a sip of her drink before turning back to the boy “are you even old enough to be in here?”.

“I’m sorry and I’ll explain in just a minute” the blonde spoke before lunging in for the kiss.

Putting up with people who were a bit too handsy was just a hazard of her job, unfortunately. Clarissa was just trying to order herself a drink when she felt a hand go around her waist, she spun around to face the creep who had felt the need to touch her. “Do that again without slapping a fifty in front of me again and i’ll personally make sure you never enter here again, got it?” she snapped.

     “yeah, yeah. no homo.” he agreed quickly, his smile faltering. he looked back up at parker, continuing to stare even after realizing the older wasn’t looking at him. he dreaded the idea of cherry coming back, even though he did like her. she was a good friend, with a big heart and sweet smile, but it always got awkward with her there. she seemed to like him a lot, and it made him feel gross for not liking her back. like there was something seriously wrong with him. being around her for too long made him feel sick with himself. “your place? ehm…” he trailed off, bringing his gaze back up to parker. he should decline. but parker was going to be there. “i’d really like that. for the brownies, you know.”

“sure.” parker eyeballed him for a second and then turned on his heel to inevitable come face to face with cherry. she stood there bright as a summer day and smiled like she was the sun. “hey, sis. miles said yeah about the whole coming over shingdig so let’s get the fuck out of here.” he said before she had the chance to announce even that of her presence.

     “yeah, don’t mention it.” he smiled widely up at parker, his gaze lingering before he turned away. he didn’t know what it was, but he always felt… good around the other. like there was some type of connection. he was certain he could be imagining things, but sometimes it felt like parker felt it too. “sorry about the funnel cake, though. i’ll pay you back or something.” once he finished paying his rent and all that jazz. miles continued to avoid looking at his friend, before it felt like it was bubbling up inside of him, and he had to say something before he exploded. his cheeks turned a shade of red, for once, his cool facade seemed to crumble under the weight of insecurity. “you know what, though? your scars are awesome. i’m not just sayin’ that either, bro. you’re fucking beautiful. like, if you were a girl, i would… i don’t know. you look like a warrior, man. you’re beautiful.”

parker emerged from his bedroom, hair in a ragged mess and eyes drooping from lack of sleep. he’d been tossing and turning all night long, wondering about miles, thinking about miles, fantasizing about miles. it didn’t help that he’d jerk off three times to the thought of even kissing him that when the clock hit three a.m he dreaded the morning that would come when he had to attend work the next day. he cleared his throat and walked towards the kitchen, idly peering over his shoulder at winnie. “morning.” he said in the most disgruntled  and unamused voice he could muster. 

Andreas: had the night off so i got suuuuuper trashed

     miles seemed to get that his joke didn’t quite land, shaking his head in disappointment. “yeah, you’re right. he’s much more handsome than me.” he pat the elephant’s trunk before taking the funnel cake from parker, using the fork to break off a tiny piece. he was debating if the elephant would eat it, only to start laughing when parker got in trouble. “geez dude, don’t be such a criminal.” he chided, getting ready to start walking away. his attention span wasn’t very long, and with so much other activity happening at the fair, damned if he was going to spend the night looking at an elephant. when he caught wind of the right was saying though, his body did a full one eighty, and he stepped in front of parker like a body guard. his eyes flashed with anger, knowing that the other was insecure about his scars. they never spoke about it, but cherry had told him before. he didn’t understand why, he personally thought they looked awesome. “yeah?” his accent came out thicker than normal, his voice loud. he was nearly bouncing with rage, unable to control his motions. “well, you have a face only a mother could love, buddy. it looks like your genes went through the garbage disposal one too many times. so fuck off.” he tilted his head towards parker before deciding fuck it, smearing the funnel cake onto the rider’s chest. he nudged his friend after, starting to walk. “come on. i want to go see the acrobats.”

the girl was on a much needed SMOKE BREAK outside the club when she realized her bedazzled lighter was out. she stomped her high heeled foot as she tried a few more times to get the SPARKING lighter to catch , but she was unsuccessful. she heaved a sigh , eyes sweeping around the area and she stepped forward to the nearest person , pulling her small jacket closer around her SCANTILY clad body , “ hey , you ! ya’ got a light i could borrow maybe ? “ she asked with a flash of her pearly whites , “ please even ? pretty please with CHERRIES ON TOP ?? “

Andreas: i mean

Andreas: I think I’m okay but I also might be dead

Parker: relatable. and also vaguely sad.

     going to the fair with parker wasn’t the brightest idea he ever had. not because he didn’t like parker or anything, they got along fine, but he was never sure what to say to him. he always felt like he was going to say the wrong thing, totally ruining any chance he had at friendship.

     friendship. the word was laughable. they only hung out with cherry, and because of cherry. he doubted parker saw him as anything other than cherry’s friend. when cherry left them alone, he felt like he was choking on his dread. they talked fine when she was there, but without her, he was worried about the conversation being awkward.

     he watched her retreating back until she was lost in the crowd, but kept his eyes where she had last been seen. looking at parker was intense, he often felt like the older’s gaze went right through him.

     he looked like a hero to miles. a valiant knight, maybe. someone who would rescue a princess from a dragon and whisk her off to the sunset. and he hated it. he wished he didn’t think so highly of parker, or occasionally dream of him.

     he snapped out of thought when it was too late, parker no longer at his side. he looked around for him, only able to spot him after hearing his voice. “holy shit.” he mumbled, noticing the elephant. He walked up to his friend to stand beside him yet again. he paused before he stuck out a hand to pet the elephant, looking up at parker for approval. “it looks like me.”

his brows furrowed, as much as they possibly could given his scarred condition, and glanced at miles. “he looks like you?” he inquired of him, confused and befuddled as all shit. “how?” and then he realized that maybe miles was trying to be funny, to which parker laughed stoically and with little effort. in other words, a that-wasn’t-funny-at-all kind of laugh. 

he pushed to the other side of miles, and pressed his whole body against the elephant. “don’t do that.” said the rider, and parker immediately released. but as if just now noticing him, the rider leaned in close, jumped off the elephant and made his way over to parker and miles, but more so parker. he held out his hand, which parker hesitantly took as he looked as miles with confusion. confusion that, too, seemed to be written on miles’ face, understandably. 

Nirvana walked up the counter to talk to the patron, she had a really long day and was done taking everyone’s shit. “Listen buddy, I’ve herd every story in the book. My brother slept with my wife, my boyfriend left me for my best friend, yadda yadda yadda. There is no sad story that is going to get you a free drink. So you can either order your drink and pay or just leave now. What’s it gonna be?”