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@loml-logan
I used to be a competetive eater, the idea of an easter bunny terrifies me and I love mixing my light and dark drinks. One of these are a lie, which one do you think it is – we’re playing a game and you can’t see your way out because all the baking is done and the pair of us must stick together.
Uhm...The last one? You definitely strike me as the kind of person to have an irrational fear or rabbits.
Call >>> Parker
Parker: The man that marries you will have a handful, let me tell you. I even feel sorry for that poor lad. Let's hope that he turns out to be a chef or someone who has common sense. Are your dinner plans ruined, then?
Logan: Whoever is lucky enough to marry me should feel blessed. I'm a little wounded, Park. If by 'ruined' you mean on fire, then yeah kinda..
Call >>> Parker
Parker: Now that's just very unfortu- *laughs* Anyone with a brain would have known that's a bad idea. Are you okay over there?
Logan: Oi, I most certainly have a brain. Only reason I'm in this country, remember? Tatum sort of left me to fend for myself tonight while she's at Cherie's I think. Would you believe me if I told you that I contemplated microwaving some pasta in a cup of water to make it? Apparently dry pasta sets on fire in a microwave so...The more you know.
Call >>> Parker
Parker: That's a tad like meddling, right? You're patronizing me as if I was saying bad things about you. What if I was saying a shit ton of good things, eh?
Logan: Oh please. I don't even think you're capable of saying good things about me. *dishes clattering* Oh fuck, who would've thought that making spaghetti with one hand was a bad idea?
Call >>> Parker
Parker: Did you just- oh come on. That's some crazy shit, Logan. Maybe I was just spreading some ol' gossip about you.
Logan: No no you said you were talking about me, I'm allowed to ask. What were you saying, huh? Word this wisely.
Call >>> Parker
Parker: *picks up* Funny you called. I was just talking about you. What's up?
Logan: Hey- Wait what? Why were you talking about me, Park? Miss me that much?
Call >>> Parker
Logan: *ring ring motherfucker*
I guess I didn’t use the right word then. What do you think this is? Abuse, then? And for fuck’s sake, what makes you think that I want something?
Relax, mate. Just teasing. What’s up, then? Just wanted to come see my beautiful shining face?
Oh come on, Logan- don’t tell me that all I’m good for to you is for smokes. You act like the sole basis of our—… friendship, let’s say, is to rip me off just for a good smoke. Should I be taking it as a compliment or the opposite?
loml-logan
Friendship? Are we really at that level now? What do you want, Park? You’re using that voice that means you want something.
Nowhere.
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These Four Walls- Logan&Parker
“I bet,” Parker joked with a snort as he laid back against the couch that was next to Logan. “You even like it rough in bed, don’t ya?” With the light humor spewing out of his mouth created one of the most stillest smiles etch itself along the corner of his lips and force an airy laugh catch in his throat. “You can’t be judging me, Logan-” His pointer finger rested in line with Parker before he took a drink of fruity poison. “I’m pretty sure you’re the one that drinks the most out of the both of us, anyway.” But once Logan once again, the edges of his mouth that was once basked in shady happiness were flat again at the reminder of Eve back at the apartment- and again, he could feel his body shrivel with the same pain that his best friend must have experienced. Loneliness, shame, embarrassment-.. “Me? A good drink? What shit are you smoking these days. eh? I’m fine- perfectly fine. Sleep is for the weak, ya know.” He added, allowing his head lull to the right once he lost the strength to keep it up for cheery conversation. “That’s only about the fifth time you’ve insulted me in the past five minutes, Logan- now I’m beginning to question why I even came here in the first place now.” The mug of wine was then empty, consumed by the wrath that boiled inside of him, and to avoid any comments, he discarded the glass on the table before him, but then at the mention of Eve, Parker looked up hesitantly. “—.. Fix?”
At the girl’s first comment, Parker freely rolled her eyes. “How many times have I told you that Ivy’s not—… to hell with it. I will never be able to stop you from doing it, so what’s the point?” He sighed as he readjusted his body on the cushion on the couch to make himself comfortable once he sensed that this was probably not going to be a quick visit. “You do know that you’re talking to the Parker Daniels, right? The last time I had a date was—… actually, that’s not really important. Just know it was a very long ago. But if this is the kind of help that I’m thinking of-.. then maybe I can help.” Parker leaned forward, his elbows pressed against his calves as his tongue ran against the edge of his under lip in thought. The two more often than not bothering the other with odd offenses, but yet- in the light of the situation, he began to wonder what was running through her mind. “Are we thinking the good kind of plotting where we’re going to help a sad heartbroken girl hook up with her ex again or the bad kind of plotting where we’re going to help a sad heartbroken girl out by doing the right thing?”
“Of course I like it in bed. But that’s besides the point.” Logan waved the comment away with a flick of her wrist as she adjusted herself on the couch to face Parker. She wiped the red stain off of her lips as she leveled him with a glare. “I have a high tolerance. I’m from the UK. There’s my excuse for excessive alcohol consumption.” Logan was certainly prone to many nights sitting in her apartment with a glass of wine in her hand when she didn’t feel like going on a “pub crawl” with Tatum or her friends from class. “And sure, I won’t insult you for like ten minutes and I won’t call your girlfriend Satan, but where’s the fun in that, Park?” her perfectly styled eyebrows rose as she granted him a teasing grin to let him know she was just messing with him. “Yeah, fix. People do that, right? Fix relationships?” she shrugged her shoulders, eyes cast downward. “I've got no clue where I would possibly start, but...I dunno, I want her to be happy. And I know you do too. Maybe more than me, if that’s even possible. It like...Doesn’t work in my brain, you know? Eve goes with happy. Eve does not go with sad. ‘Sad’ and ‘Eve’ don’t even belong in the same sentence.” the corners of her lips dipped into a thoughtful frown as she picked at a loose thread on the couch.
“Aren’t the good and bad plotting kind of the same thing?” the culy haired girl chewed her bottom lip in thought as she stared blankly at the two mugs sat in front of her while Parker spoke. “All I know, is that Eve loves Wallaby. If two people love each other, it just has to work right?” With the little personal experience she had in relationships, she had never once actually been head over heels in love with someone. “He looks at her like the sun shines out of her ass, which it very well may, and she looks at him like he hung the moon.” The wine on her tongue made her spew out more sentimental words than usual, and she shook her head quickly. getting to her feet. She felt a sort of calmness when she was buzzed alone. She would spend nights in, smoking whatever Charlie had given her until the cheap glow in the dark stars plastered to the ceiling looked real. Right now, she sensed that Parker needed some sort of simple comfort like that. “C’mon. Get up.” she grabbed at the boy’s elbow, ignoring his protests as she dragged him towards her room. “Don’t look so scared, I’m not gonna bite your dick off or anything.” She flipped the lights off in her small bedroom, flopping down on the mattress and blankets she called her bed. Her head was tilted up towards the neon stars scattered across her ceiling. “Laugh and I murder you. These things help me think.”
These Four Walls- Logan&Parker
Parker could not really describe the emptiness he felt in his chest, and yet as his eyes scrutinized the metal object in the palm of his hand, he knew with absolute certainty that it was because of the girl with brown hair and eyes as blue as the ocean. He was in between a state of calmness and anxiety, but yet, Parker believed if his senses weren’t dulled by the insomnia of lost nights stayed in bed alone listening to his roommate’s feet crack under the floor in her bedroom as she wandered aimlessly, he’d be with her right now instead of covered with the aroma of sweet-sweat and marked-nape. Never had he ever felt so helpless; so useless in a situation before- especially one that consisted with Eve, a girl who Parker knew better than himself. He remembered the hour that he had first found the girl trapped under the mountains of her own blankets one afternoon once they had returned from their trip, and he had concluded under the haunting image that innocence was truly gone, and Parker strived to clamp his hands around the memory of two children hidden in the safety of a treehouse. But under the amber of the dusk, Parker stood along the edge of street as he tried to catch up with the chaos consuming him inside in his head. His eyes then rose, catching sight of the neon red sign that belonged to “Wings 101″ and again, he wondered if he should ignore the girl’s protests and still retrieve a box of her favorite flavored wings or if he should let the girl go for once. And under catch of the predicament before him, his phone vibrated along the nerves of his clasp and his worries stilled, and the new name sported on the screen made him temporarily disremember why he was still on a concrete path by himself.
Two simple phrases, and one simple reply later until Parker made a detour on his path. He’d faintly remember where Logan had lived, as most of the adventures he had there were under the influence of inhaled chemicals or ingested poisons- but the town with its elementary navigation, coursed the brunette to arriving to Logan’s door in minutes. Once the wooden door was open, he could feel two watchful eyes drown his physique, and though a lively Parker would have made jokes, this Parker simply shrugged. “Long day, week, long life-” Parker mused with the roll of his tongue as his hand rested along the frame of the door. It felt like it was the only thing supporting his body, and if he moved one inch to the right, his feeble bones would break under tension. “Greeting your guest with mean comments- is that all you’re good for, eh?” He tried as he took a step forward, his hand pushing his body onward. His attention was briefly broken as Logan moved to fill a jug for him, and he caught the flicker of a similar beaker. It appeared to be placed inexpertly; the handle angled inwards as if it was abandoned in a rush, which made Parker wonder why the girl before him had been drinking herself in the security of her apartment. “Cleanse, eh?” Parker broke from the spell, receiving the mug open-heartedly with one casted look of doubt and then one movement of acceptance that resulted in a sweet taste to trickle down his throat. “What?” He then asked in wonderment as his eyes caught dark brown. “Don’t judge me, you prick. I was—.. just thirsty. Plus, do you really think that I needed a wine that bad?”
Logan snorted as she tucked a stray curl behind her ear. “Rough everything, huh? Been there.” her dark eyes widened as the boy with her gulped down his glass of wine quickly. “Thirsty, right. Sure,” she tucked herself horizontally on the couch and balanced her mug on her flat stomach. “You looked like you really needed a drink, mate. Seems like it’s been fucking forever since you’ve had a good night’s sleep, huh?” she shrugged her shoulders, the gesture almost spilling out the red wine onto her white shirt. Cursing as she sat up, the girl glanced at Parker with a confused expression. “So, I know we’re not all ‘buddy buddy’ with each other and shit. But you kind of do look terrible.” She took in his almost resigned expression and dark bags under his eyes warily. “But I think I know what could make you feel better.” she hoisted herself up with her stomach muscles. “We need to fix Eve.” she looked at him with pure determination on her face. She needed to fix the situation. She knew she needed to help one of the closest friends she had to the best of her capabilities.
“Now, I know you’ve got enough experience dating whoever you dated before Satan, but I kind of don’t. So I’m going to need your...Help.” she grit her teeth at the last word, the girl trying not to let her pride get the best of her. The two of them had a complicated relationship, their strong personalities clashing more often than they got along. But the more she spent time with him and Charlie, the more she found herself willing to be herself around the boy. “Feel like doing some plotting, Daniels?” the bronze skinned girl took another swig of wine before setting the empty mug on the coffee table in front of her. The corners of her lips twitched into a slight smile as she turned towards the boy to get his attention.
These Four Walls- Logan&Parker
Clutching a mug half filled with wine in her manicured hands, Logan was sat stretched out on the couch. Her tanned legs were bare against the faded green fabric as she lounged around the apartment in a pair of boxers, that possibly belonged to one of her many dates, and a well-worn shirt that hung loosely around her shoulders. After a long day of classes and work, she was grateful to have come home to leftover food that Tatum had left for her and a hot bath. She had been typing away on her phone in a conversation with Eve when she sighed, slumping lower into the couch in defeat. Her friend was hurting, and though Logan wasn’t an expert on relationships, she knew it could be completely crushing to go through a breakup. Eve had kept to herself for weeks, hardly letting anyone see her anymore, and her friends were all worried. In particular, Parker was worried. He was her best friend, and loved her even more than Logan did if that was even possible. Glancing back at her phone, her thumb hovered over Parker’s contact in her phone, having an internal debate with herself if getting him involved in her getting Tom and Eve back together was a good idea.
The curly haired girl shook her head and sent a quick message “Need ideas to help our Lifetime couple. Come over?” to the boy, allowing herself to be distracted by the soft murmuring of the television until a knock startled her out of her thoughts. Getting to her feet, she padded towards the door, pulling it open to a tired looking Parker, his blue eyes looking exhausted as he stood in her doorway. “Hey. You look like shit.” she planted a hand on her hip as she looked him up and down, her eyes narrowing at his disheveled appearance. “C’mon, then don’t just stand there.” the petite girl stepped aside to let him in and stepped into the small kitchen that sat off the main living room. “You want any wine? I’ve been left with extra since Tatum’s..Cleanse. Weird girl.” she shrugged, setting a chipped mug on the counter and filling it with red wine. “Here, drink so you look better.” she teased, pressing the cup into his hands as she flopped down onto the ratty couch.
Text ---> Logan
Parker: excuse me, ivy is not satan
Parker: but we're just friends?? i have nothing to be jealous of?? i have a gf
Parker: do people keep forgetting that?
Logan: Lol ok
Logan: Dude you've been her best friend forever. And boy/girl friendships are always tricky
Logan: Do you think maybe Tom thinks you're into Eve like that?
Good, and you should know that it’s becoming to be like hell for me. You can imagine the looks I get when I order orange juice instead of something sweet like a good Blue Hawaiian. I really should learn some self-control, though. Sshh- just the whole concept is weird enough to me. Well, if you’re feeling it, why stop a free little hair touch-up? I haven’t really told anyone yet, but I’m guessing that I should. And maybe start hitting up a doctor- I don’t know, it’s all too overwhelming to even think about right now. —.. Is it too late to quit now?
Just tell people you’re on a cleanse or something. Yeah, wine might not be a good idea for you right now. Sorry, sorry..It’s just. So weird. I have two roommates now. Yeah, c’mere then. You should maybe tell Cherie...And the others of course. I mean, I don’t think it’s too late if you didn’t want it.
Text ---> Logan
Parker: she does not, stupid. but i'll tell her you say hi ;))
Parker: and? that's just a coincidence, is it not?
Logan: Riiiight. Hi Satan
Logan: ummmm
Logan: I'm sure you want me to say yes
Logan: But...I don't really know. Maybe Tom didn't appreciate you two being alone together like that after you being a tool to him. Makes you look jealous or something.
