* 𝙍 / 𝙋.

thank you

          with all the girls who have thrown a drink in his face, and all of the times that kaia in particular has thrown a drink in his face, parker feels like he should know all the tells, but he didn’t realize what was happening until the moment that kaia’s hand jerked forward. he grunted as the pungent liquid splashed across his face, dripped down his chin and onto the front of his shirt. “come on,” he grumbled and used the hem of his shirt to dry his face. he was still going to reek of alcohol for the rest of the day. “you don’t actually think i was enjoying that? i didn’t even know them.” parker didn’t see how kaia could think that he, of all people, had approached random strangers and started up a conversation for fun.

          he has no actual reason to dislike rhett. he didn’t do anything. the most legitimate complaint he can muster is that rhett is from his hometown, and parker hates his hometown. it’s enough to go on for him. he lifted his head and instantly scowled. “why?” parker quirked a brow and gave him a long look, dark gaze gliding up and down. “doesn’t look like there’s much to watch. besides, you’re the one who bumped into me.” the dislike he harbors for rhett isn’t even the kind where he might seek him out anyway just for the satisfaction of possibly pissing him off. 

          parker nodded in agreement as he took another indulgent sip of his beer. “kaia and i had a row. we’re alright now.” an entire story that he just summed up in two sentences might have sounded as though it took up a significant portion of his day...to anyone who doesn’t actually know him and his on - and - off girlfriend, but parker didn’t think that his best mate of all people needed the reassurance that it didn’t turn out to be a serious argument because it almost never does. “mates.” he snorted and pulled out his phone. it took him mere seconds to locate the photos because they were all over twitter and the band’s account was being tagged in most of them. “if that’s how you kiss your mates, then what the fuck are we? because we must not be fucking mates,” he teased, giving mason’s shoulder a playful nudge.

          he isn’t claustrophobic, but parker has a particular comfort zone and he bristles when it’s breached. the list of people who he doesn’t mind standing as close to him as the girls who had discovered him at the bar are consists of exactly two people : mason and kaia. he instantly reacted to the sound of her voice, turning his head and letting out a small sigh of relief when he found her familiar gaze even though in his head, he was already trying to match up one of his go - to apology gestures with the glare that she was giving him. parker figured that the first thing he could do was deliver her drink like he promised. “okay, move,” he grunted in irritation at one of the more brazen girls who had just spent the last half hour walking her fingers up and down his arm, stepping around her and offering kaia her vodka sour. “do you still want this?” he retorted rather than answering her question. it sounded rhetorical to him anyway.

@rabidporcupine: @masongrey nah it was just your pfp

          parker was relieved when the festivities were began to wind down. he sat beside mason in one of the vip tents with a beer in hand and watched idly as the crowds dispersed. “wasn’t bad,” parker answered his best friend’s question with a tepid shrug, and and debated with himself over whether or not he should ask. “where’s lav?” he wondered, glancing over at mason and lifting a brow as he took a loud swig from his drink. “she didn’t dump your ass already did she?” not that he actually thought they were dating now. parker likes to think he knows better.

feat. @kcia & @ctrlmasons​

          he thought that wearing a sweatshirt with the hood pulled over his signature dark curls would help him go incognito, but as he stepped into one of the vip tents and made a beeline for the open bar, parker realized just how much he stands out among the hordes of festival - goers clad in colorful beachwear. he pulled the hood down with a huff and ordered his and kaia’s drinks. it was supposed to be a quick errand that he agreed to do just because she gave him that look he can never fucking say no to. half an hour later he had their drinks but he hadn’t moved a step, unable to do so because the of the crowd that had formed while he was waiting : all girls who wanted a follow on twitter and were fighting over who got to stand close enough to walk their fingers up and down his arm. / @kcia​

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