#embeavmont

parker was seething. angry. more angry than he’d probably ever been in his life and it was a new feeling, something that was REFRESHING. it was no doubt that his anger was directed directly at emilia, they hadn’t spoken to each other in a while and she was blaming him. rather, it was his fault, but it wasn’t like he outright told her that he hated her. which, he didn’t, he just needed the space that any human being needed from others; personal space if you will. but now, they were feet apart, screaming at each other and he was pretty sure that both vienna and dax could hear them. “ i don’t know what you want me to say, emilia! ” he screamed, hands flying in the air to emphasize his anger. “ do you want me to say sorry? to come crawling back to you because YOU need me! ” he didn’t care what was coming out his mouth, he just wanted to be left alone. “ because i’m not going to do that! not in the slightest bit am i going to come crawling back to you because you need me to. ” and he tried to calm down, but he couldn’t, so he furiously snatched his jacket from the chair and made his way to her door, “ tell dax to stay here tonight, i need to think. ” parker could only hope that emilia would relay the message even if she was pissed at him. so he shoved on his jacket and slammed the door behind him, rattling the whole of the home before jumping into his car and speeding away. he didn’t need time to think, he needed time to drink.

parker hadn’t spoken to emilia in a year. a whole year he hadn’t spoken to her. he wholeheartedly was trying to wrap his brain around it, to get up the balls to speak to her again. but he couldn’t and didn’t. he gotten over the slight missteps in their friendship --- the boundaries being crossed was the most prominent for him. parker was a private person, someone who had never shared his life with other people so willingly and even to this day he was still like that. growing up in montreal, parker had made a great deal of friends, people he still spoke to and would still die for ( granted he almost did that one time, protecting his teammate from a nasty hit that only resulted in a much worse injury for himself ). but he did it anyways. he did it because he cared for them and he was someone who would always stick up for the people he cared about. though sometimes things happened and friendships stretched. it had with lena, someone who he had once felt a great deal for and now she was gone, off to god knows where in god knows who’s bed. not that he thought ill of her for that, but he just wished she was back. most of the time he wouldn’t be okay with this happened, knowing that he was a loyal man, but sometimes push came to shove. and push had come to shove. so he just left it --- never spoke to emilia again and honestly, did NOT plan on it at that point. when he arrived back in arcata after a year’s long business trip to montreal, the first thing he wanted was to find dax, to come home to a man who hopefully still loved him. and when he found himself in a flower shop, picking up dax’s favorites, he walked out, crashing straight into the blonde. the flowers fell to the floor and he instantly cursed at how crushed they were. before he opened his mouth to cuss out the person, his eyes locked on the very familiar set. “ emilia ... ” he choked out, voice as straight and stiff as he could make it. “ nice to see you. ” it wasn’t and he didn’t even make it believable that he meant it; he didn’t care. not even staying to here an answer, he turned back into the flower shop to get the same bouquet ... AGAIN.

parker was just taking a leak, a well deserved leak after downing four beers as a challenge for one hundred bucks. an one hundred that he really didn’t need, but he was going to prove to all his friends that he was the superior drinker of them all. and so he’d done it, realizing it was a bad idea and now he had been holding his dick for like three minutes as he took a leak. of course he hated peeing in bar bathroom because they were either extremely disgusting or someone was having sex in the stall next to him. thank god it wasn’t the ladder or he would have just walked out without even finishing his piss. the three minutes felt like forever, though he kept his mind busy by looking around at the writings on the stalls. one sort of stuck out to him and made him question something. it was a girl’s number. being his drunk ass self, he pulled out his phone once he zipped back up and put the number in his phone as ‘stall girl’, then washed up and left. ignoring his hooting friends, he made his way out into the cool night hair and leaned against the wall, dialing the number. “ one question here, why were you in a men’s stall earlier? and why the hell did you write your number on it? i could be a serial killer or something. ”

[ text; ] but she’s a dream boat and you know it

this was not the first time cass had borrowed clothes from em, and it would not be the last. “ in my defense ---- this is a really cute jacket. “