Have Faith In Me || Parky
“Yeah well, hyena’s are pretty cute.“ Rory reasoned, with a big, dopey grin across her face. “Mhm, I’m hoping we’ll even end up in the same old folks home, I’m already practicing to whoop your butt in wheelchair races.” She teased, shooting him a playful smirk. Though, in all seriousness, she did hope to God that Parker would be by her side right up until the end. Even though, in their current situation, it may have looked like quite the opposite, but Rory had grown quite dependant on Parker. On always having someone to come home to, and always, without fail, enjoy their company, even on the not so great days. "I wasn’t sure you remembered the things you said, and stuff.” She admitted, humbly bowing her head. Simply just to avoid looking Parker in the eye, it felt like no amount of times they talked about would make it any easier for her, but she was trying. “I just mean like, I don’t know what that stuff does to you. If it make you forget stuff like when you drink too much, or something, yknow?” She added. Actually vocalizing the things that she thought to herself was difficult, scary even. But seeing as Parker was coming clean, in a much more literal way, it only seemed fair to be open and honest with him. Even if it was something that made her the slightest bit uncomfortable. “We both know I’m going to say that you’re perfect exactly the way that you are.” Rory said with a playful roll of her eyes. Rory quickly straightened herself out, glaring toward Parker with a serious expression. “Parker, you can’t start working out and getting all jacked. You can’t be a super hot genius rockstar and have a six pack on top of it. It’s just not fair to the women in the world."
“When.” Rory corrected him, keeping a gentle tone. “It’s when you get through this week, not if.” Rory reached down and laced her fingers in with Parker’s, rubbing her thumb along his hand slowly. "I know, I know.“ She began. “I realized it as soon as the words left my mouth.” Rory laughed, shaking her head back and forth from side to side. Rory had always admired how carefree Parker managed to be, even on the few occasions that it backfired and wound up embarrassing her in one way or another. It was refreshing, and most of the time entertaining. It was funny, she thought, how the two of them couldn’t possibly be more different from eachother, yet they had been inseparable for most of their lives. “With pleasure.” Rory whispered, before she leaned in and pressed her lips softly against Parker’s, going right back in for another one just as soon as she’d pulled away from him. “Then you still don’t argue with her.” Rory quickly countered, barely keeping herself from laughing. “Because beer cake isn’t a thing, you’re the only person in the world who thinks that’s a real thing.”
“You would,” Parker smirked. He chuckled tiredly when she talked about being in an old folks home together. It was sweet, he thought, that she was sure he’d end up living that long. Most days, he wasn’t so sure. But her optimism made him want to believe it. “Of course I remember,” Parker assured her, keep his voice small and soft. He knew the look on her face; he could always read her like that. No matter how good she was at hiding from everyone else, she could never hide from him. “I forget stuff sometimes. If I get high enough that I’m blacking out. Otherwise, it kind of just keeps me moving along as normal. Helps me to relax and makes everything soft and slow and nice,” He said with a sleepy half-smile. It was easy to romanticize his addiction, especially now when his body was practically screaming for a fix. It seemed a lot better than the sweaty, nauseous mess that he was in his bed. “I was never very good at doing things in moderation, huh?” Parker laughed. “Hedonism suits me, don’t you think?” He asked with a smirk. “Don’t answer that right now. Maybe in a week, yeah?” Parker joked. Though he wasn’t saying it, Parker was so glad that Rory was here. He couldn’t imagine doing this by himself anymore. He’d tried, futility, so many times now. And each time it worked for a little bit (once as little as a week). But now that Rory was here, that she proved she was going to stay here, it made him want to be better for her. To be the shred of a person that could deserve even half of her light. “Yeah, I know,” He chuckled, laying more comfortably on the mattress. The simple movement made him want to be sick again, but as long as he shut his eyes and focused on making himself not feel like he was spinning, he would be okay. He held on to Rory’s voice, more than glad to have something other than how awful this was and how his mind kept thinking back to how much easier it would be to just keep using. “You think I’m super hot?” Parker murmured, leaning up to kiss her shoulder. “Good to hear when I know I look like garbage threw up.”
“Glad one of us is optimistic,” Parker chuckled weakly. Her optimism made him want to see things better, to make him want things to be better for himself. He wanted to get better for her, to stop being something she needed to worry herself with. He thought maybe pushing her away would have done the same, but Parker too soon realized that he couldn’t be away from her. When she kissed him, Parker felt a rush of warm and so god-damn happy he almost wanted to kick himself for it. He knew what was happening, he knew he was one hundred percent in love with her, the only person who had ever stuck with him. He didn’t just love her like friends anymore. It was so much more. Maybe it had been for a while, maybe it sort of always was. But there was no denying it now. But now, coming down from heroin, it didn’t seem like the best time to verbalize it. “I’m not, there’s a whole fraternity that agrees with me,” He murmured before leaning in to kiss her again. “Maybe it’ll grow on you.”

















